No words are needed, I reckon. The lichen and moss on kunanyi rocks are beautiful and quite literally, works of art.
Goodnight and wishing you beautiful dreams.
I’ve been living in Hobart, Tasmania for about 22 years and have never walked one of the many Kunanyi (Mt Wellington) tracks. I’ve taken visitors many times up to the top of the mountain and back down but haven’t explored the mountain beyond that, until now, and it was magical and awesome. I was really keen to see Lost World as I have painted this scene with Tasmanian Tigers (Thylacines) integrated into the foreground.
The walk started on Hunters Track, then along Old Hobartian Track and finally the Lost World Track, which was uphill, climbing over boulders all the way up. Do not let the 45 minutes suggested time fool you, it is full on, constant rock climbing and took closer to 1.5 hours but well worth the effort, not to mention, fun clambering over rocks like a mountain goat (well not quite as nimble :-)).
While climbing over boulder after boulder, I couldn’t help think how much my brother and sister-in-law would enjoy this climb, the scenery along the way and the view. Next time they visit, I won’t just take them to the top of the mountain.
And then we entered the breath-taking Lost World.
The view from Lost World.
On our way out…
It was an amazing day on the mountain, warm, windless and beauty everywhere.
Take care and thanks for visiting.
P.S. Prints of my Lost worlds painting are available at http://www.pjpaintings.com
When in Rome do as the Romans do, when in Queensland sketch a koala while travelling on a train from the Brisbane airport to the Gold Coast. This little koala was sketched from a travel brochure I picked up at the train station but I did see a koala in the wild the next day. The koala was darker than I expected. I am a somewhat concerned about its tree-choosing skills. It was snoozing in a low spot, in a small, short tree that was extremely close to the road!
I’d like to try to sketch, Marlo, the Gold Coast Labradoodle. Such a cute face!
Runaway Bay is a picturesque suburb on the Gold Coast in Queensland. Winter is a nice time to visit Queensland, when it’s not too hot. I stayed at the clean and spacious Runaway Bay Motor Inn. It’s not flash but I liked the vertical lines of the palm trees, so I quickly drew it up while I was waiting for my ride.
I also visited Mullumbimby to deliver some of my art prints and greeting cards to the Tinker Tailor Dancer Tailor shop located on the main street. Niyati, the owner, introduced herself to me at Salamanca Market last year when she bought some prints and cards for her business. Here’s a small sketch of her shop, with cars (usually I try to avoid drawing cars :-)). It’s a busy main street with a surprising amount of parked cars everywhere, including a long way down all the side streets.
A chair and plant I sketched when I had a few minutes before I headed back home to Tasmania.
Thanks for visiting. Wishing you a good week.
I’ve just arrived back home from an awesome and fun five-girlfriend weekend away, staying at one of my girlfriends’ shack in Orford on the east coast of Tasmania.
A view from the shack. (I didn’t take the photo from the exact same spot that I did the quick sketch).
We walked along the track at the back of the shack which led to a stunning beach.
Along the way we somberly paused at sheer quarry walls that convicts, living on Maria Island, were brought across the water to quarry. It must have been brutal work and lives lost at the site. The sandstone quarried here was used for buildings in Hobart and Melbourne, including the Melbourne General Post Office, Town Hall and Melbourne Law Courts. The quarry operated in the area from 1870 to 1890. The remains of the tram lines used to transport stone from the quarry to be loaded onto ships are still visible at Shelly Beach.
In the evening, we stayed up late, talking, reminiscing and laughing over dinner and a glass of wine. In the morning, we walked The Old Convict Road.
We wandered through remnants of a harsh existence for the convicts building the Convict Road.
We had one final piece of Liz’s to-die-for flourless chocolate and hazelnut cake and then parted ways.
Hobart’s winter festival of Dark Mofo, created and funded by self-made multi-millionaire, David Walsh, and the Hobart City Council, came to a close, ushering in the Festival of Voices. David Walsh is the founder of the Museum of Old and New Art (MONA) and single-handily put Tasmania on the map and increased the state’s tourism.
Each year, a massive sculpture for Dark Mofo is created, to make a large fear-jar, so-to-speak, for people to write and deposit their fears into. This year’s sculpture was a huge spider. People’s fears were collected and stored in the spider’s egg sacks.
With much-a-do, music, dance and costumes, a procession walks the sculpture, and the fears of Hobart, down the city streets for it to be annihilated by fire.
I found it to be quite powerful imagery, and the act of articulating your fears then witnessing the burning of it, gone, ka-poot, liberating. The ball of fire was enormous when the spider caught fire. Here’s a couple of photos of the spider’s web and egg pouches burning.
I like Salvador Dali’s gem of wisdom, “have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it.”
Soledad O’Brien is quoted saying that “I’ve learned that fear limits you and your vision. It serves as blinders to what may be just a few steps down the road for you. The journey is valuable, but believing in your talents, your abilities, and your self-worth can empower you to walk down an even brighter path. Transforming fear into freedom – how great is that?”
On that note, here’s to fear-burning, whatever the fear/s may be.
Hobart is feeling energized by redness and Dark Mofo. The procession to burn a massive sculpted spider that has been collecting the written fears of Hobartians and visitors alike takes place tonight. The procession will be snaking its way around the waterfront to the ceremonial fire, where ogoh-ogoh, and our fears with it, shall meet their fiery end. I’ll be putting on my ‘Salamanca Market’ layers to attend this lively event tonight.
At Salamanca Market’s stall #30, a visitor, from the suburb of Devonport, Auckland, New Zealand, purchased a ‘Scarlet Robins’ print for her mother’s Christmas present. You have to admire people that have a well-in-advance Christmas presents buying methodology/practice.
The original painting of a little octopus attracted a lot of attention very early in the morning and sold before 9 am!
A young mother, who is visiting Tasmania on her own with an under one year old and a four year old, bought ‘Retail Therapy, Salamanca’ to take back to Washington, USA. She told her husband, who stayed behind, that if she ever comes up with the crazy idea to travel on her own to Tasmania with children, to stop her. She tries to come her every 9 months or so!!! That is dedication! It is a gruelling, long, long flight. She must have a family connection here.
A woman bought a little 5×7” ‘White Faced Scops Owls’ print for her sister-in-law living in Indonesia. A young couple, from Sydney, expecting their first child, bought ‘Hayride’ to hang up in the baby’s room. Another young couple, from Hong Kong, bought a ‘Sea Life’ greeting card. She spent a long time deliberating between two cards. Even though I couldn’t comprehend the spoken language, I could understand that she wanted to buy the two cards and each time she asked, he told her to choose one. She eventually chose the whale and graciously told me that she loves my art and will treasure the card.
The manager of the Tinker Tailor Dancer Trader shop in Mullumbimby, NSW, stopped by. She has sold out of my art work and wants to order more for her shop. That’s a bit of nice feedback to receive. 🙂
Then sudden and unexpected wind gusts came and wreaked havoc. Prints flew everywhere and in all directions, a crate of prints and a card stand blew off the table. All sorts of people chased after prints and cards and a thank you to all that I didn’t get a chance to thank during the chaos. It brought an abrupt end to the day as a quick pack up ensued. Thankfully, very minimal damage occurred.
This week’s most popular print was ‘Suspended’.
A thought to ponder: “That’s the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.” ~Ray Bradbury
Thanks for reading. Wishing you a creative, happy week,
from the Pjpaintings stall #30 at Salamanca Market
P.S. Prints of images are available at http://www.pjpaintings.com (except for the octopus. There are no prints made of this original).
The car parks, and creativity, were overflowing on a brilliant blue sky winter’s day at Birchs Bay Art Farm’s Sculpture Trail in southern Tasmania. The farm grows and harvests native pepper, thousands of bunches of Dutch Iris each year and has a large organic vegie patch on its more than 100 acres of diverse native bush land. It also has a growing and thriving sculpture crop, as each year it purchases and adds to its collection of permanent sculptures.
Mr. Pelican by Jivanta Howard is a large fun piece. The pelican patiently obliged to the many photo requests.
These steel sculptures made by Mitch Evans is titled Pagan Spirits. To my eye, they have a Picasso feel to them. Very cool.
These are some sculptures from previous years acquired by the farm.
I didn’t get very far trying to draw Sparky the Ewe.
There are many more sculptures. It’s well worth a visit to see all the works of art. The bush, trail and art is truly wonderful.
Thanks for visiting.
Delivering artwork to the “art as mania” involved staying overnight in Deloraine, Tasmania. Art as mania is a large gallery that houses a lot of art, community activities/groups and some very cool massive refurbished furniture.
It now houses some art featuring adventurous emus. Art as mania Gallery is located on the very appropriately named street – Emu Bay Road.
I stayed overnight at the Tarcombe House, built around 1898 on a land grant to Thomas Reibey, a once prominent politician, Premier of Tasmania and Colonial Secretary. The house was also a birthing hospital for two decades from 1929.
The temperature dropped in the evening, so the roaring fire and fresh walnuts from the walnut tree in the front yard was lovely.
Thanks for stopping by and I hope that the rest of your week bubbles along nicely. 🙂
I recently visited my hometown of Vancouver in Canada. Things have changed, as expected. For example, these colourfully painted silos near Granville Island, which brought art’s rescuing powers to the forefront of my mind. These were an eyesore and now, despite their dominating size, are fun and intriguing.
It reminds me of “the little town that did”, Chemainus, which I visited on Vancouver Island, many years ago. For years, it believed that the forestry sector was the backbone of its economy
In 1983, after operating for 120 years, the mill closed. Almost 700 people became unemployed in a community of just under 4,000. Businessman and Chemainus resident, Karl Schutz, came up with the concept of painting history on the walls of Chemainus. There were many who were against turning the town into an Outdoor Art Gallery. In 1982, the first five murals were painted. As word spread, international artists transformed Chemainus into the world’s largest outdoor art gallery with 33 murals and 8 sculptures completed by 1997. Over 70 new businesses, a museum and dinner theatre have opened, with plans for a hotel, marina and more.
On the other side of the globe, Sheffield in Tasmania was experiencing a steady economic decline. A committee was set up to try to stem the negative impact of the situation. Soon after its creation, it began pursuing a suggestion to explore Chemainus’ successful strategy when it faced similar economic downturn in traditional industries. The murals were credited with rescuing the town. Sheffield followed suit. Now, it annually hosts the famed International Mural Festival and boasts the mural capital of Australia.
A similar, more recent story, has unfolded in Coonalpyn, 200 km from Adelaide, with a population of about 300. The struggling farming town set out the ambitious project of have its 30 metre operational silos painted. The silos were painted by Guido van Helten. It features children from the local school, hoping to inspire those children, and the community, to consider creative industry pathways and entice tourists to the town. The art has attracted more visitors and now the main street, which was dotted with closed shops, has three new businesses. Art rescued this dwindling town.
Art not only rescues towns. It also rescues and helps people through really difficult times. I recently did a session with sketchbook artist extraordinaire, Danny Gregory. He described a difficult time in his life. During that time, for some unknown reason, he drew his wife lying on the couch. It was true “mindfulness” because while drawing, he wasn’t able to think about the past or the future. When drawing, you are definitely in the ‘present’ trying to figure out how to draw hands, arms, eyes and so on. He got hooked on drawing and now art and teaching creativity is his full time profession. “I enjoy talking to people who are looking for ways to expand their creativity, see the world in fresh ways, or to heal themselves.”
I’ve heard many similar stories where art has come to the rescue. I gave birth to my Cheer ‘em Up series during the hardest time in my life. Painting the Cheer ‘em Up series gave me solace during my distressing time and helped me come out the other end stronger.
Art is a well-qualified rescuer and I am forever grateful (and so are towns, communities and tourists).
At the start of Gold Creek, we came across this very typical Canadian scene that often adorns the front cover of magazines.
It is a really scenic walk for all the senses: beautiful sights among the smell from cedars and Douglas fir.
Thanks for visiting and I hope the upcoming week is a great one for all.