oil on canvas
78 x 100
On a winter's day I watched my daughters playing in the snow. While the younger one launched into an impressive snowball attack on her father, Ruby wandered away. I watched her for some time. Something about that lone figure in her red coat held me transfixed me. There was a shadow of something that I could not define. I later realised this was the distillation of childhood memories. In that snowy landscape the years that separate my daughter and me had collapsed into one moment.
Brne Tasmania. Lives and works in Launceston. Exhibiting since 1989.