A chilly day on top of Mount Dandenong, rushing to watercolour the view in a few minutes while my family stood shivering impatiently behind me.
Drawing the sculptures at the Living Desert in Broken Hill as the sun sets. Watercolour of “Under the Jaguar Sun” by Antonio Tirado.
Standing in Swanston Street, Melbourne as the ANZAC Day Parade passed. You couldn’t have anything more symbolic than a lighthorseman – so I painted him.
A weekend away in sunny Balmain, looking over the rooftops. Not much traffic but no need with a Sydney Harbour ferry almost at your doorstep.
I painted Dad’s cottage over the top of collaged wine labels – I thought that was appropriate, given his love of wine. A little wagon sits outside the windows.
Beth’s art group organised a summer picnic at Heide Park, complete with lots of yummy stuff and equal amounts of art materials. Thus the corrugated cows.
Not much time for sketching in Paris, so this was my last drawing for the trip. I was flat out with the conference and soaking up everything I could see.
My sister speaks French quite well, and simply groaned when she saw what I wrote on this page. I promise I was joking with my pigeon French!
Beautiful summer’s day. A family drive around the French countryside. Then lunch in a sunny courtyard. Don’t know how I coped 🙂
A cheeky little guy on a baguette bag formed the perfect base for this colour pencil drawing of my sister’s collection of brilliant tomatoes