The Floating World (Frenchman’s Cap)

Once we were through the dreaded Loddon Plain, with its March flies and tiger snakes, we entered an enchanted world: a Japanese garden skirting Lake Vera. Vera was my great grandmother. We climbed higher through the landscape that might have been drawn by Dr Seuss: bleached King Billy skeletons and manicured marsupial lawns. I thought I had made this kind of stuff up in my drawings and paintings, but here is was in the flesh. This walk commemorates the centenary of the surveying and cutting of the original track by my great grandfather, John Ernest Philp.

Megan Walch


Oil, enamel & mixed media on wood panel