Bella Nova

Along the roadsides and into the bush, snake lilies in springtime mark a seasonal change and appear as though heaven had emptied her load to grace the earth. The cold of winter evaporates into a vista of clarity, defining timeworn tracks, and a space undisturbed by progress. The sanctity of the bush decries progress and takes us back to a heartbeat that is life.

Robyn McKinnon


Acrylic on canvas