Set Fire to This Town
Acrylic on canvas
53cm x 53cm
(Framed)
Growing up in Grafton was full of colour & pageantry, festivals & carnivals. And always trees. From the mango tree brushing against the wall of my bedroom to the flame trees that would blaze for a brief moment. And then the jacarandas - that would overrun the town and take over the spring.
The smell of blossoms decaying and swaying in the breeze was a constant. Every season had a colour and a texture of its own.
Before Cold Chisel made them famous we owned the Flame Trees - standing sentinel and fluorescent as the summer haze approached.
Acrylic on canvas
53cm x 53cm
(Framed)
Growing up in Grafton was full of colour & pageantry, festivals & carnivals. And always trees. From the mango tree brushing against the wall of my bedroom to the flame trees that would blaze for a brief moment. And then the jacarandas - that would overrun the town and take over the spring.
The smell of blossoms decaying and swaying in the breeze was a constant. Every season had a colour and a texture of its own.
Before Cold Chisel made them famous we owned the Flame Trees - standing sentinel and fluorescent as the summer haze approached.
Acrylic on canvas
53cm x 53cm
(Framed)
Growing up in Grafton was full of colour & pageantry, festivals & carnivals. And always trees. From the mango tree brushing against the wall of my bedroom to the flame trees that would blaze for a brief moment. And then the jacarandas - that would overrun the town and take over the spring.
The smell of blossoms decaying and swaying in the breeze was a constant. Every season had a colour and a texture of its own.
Before Cold Chisel made them famous we owned the Flame Trees - standing sentinel and fluorescent as the summer haze approached.