And the Land was washed clean!

I’ve been making paintings of the road into the high valleys and the mined terraces surrounding Queenstown on the West coast of Tasmania. At times I shelter from the rain in the lee of my vehicle and on one occasion the wind tore at this particular canvas and dumped it metres away across the muddy ground. In my attachment to this place and atmosphere I’m searching for an expression of vulnerable, scarred terrain undergoing further transformation.

In this action I’m echoing many years of work on my large scale etching panorama of the Mt Lyell range titled Elsewhere World. I was inspired by a section of a Seamus Heaney poem which read:

Where can it be found again,
An Elsewhere world, beyond
Maps and atlases…