There was something about the light this morning that made the mountain seem especially majestic. What an incredible sight to behold while going about the morning’s chores…enough to make you just pause and consider the incredible thing that is nature.
Like three sisters…these three paintings are genetically similar. ..same canvas, same paint pallet, same creator… but each is in individual, unique and has its own strengths and weaknesses …the same but different.
It feels good to be painting again after a bit of a quiet period as I have focused on photography and writing. I have missed it. I have attached a close up shot of one of the paintings too…so you can see the pinks and indigo and whites…colours of my favourite black sand beach at sunset. Enjoy!
This old original dairy factory in the back roads of South Taranaki is someone’s home. I know because..
- There is a sky TV satellite disk installed.
- There are pots and a car parked around the other side.
I like it because it reminds me of buildings in Italy and France (without the fancy balustrades of course). This photograph below – being from Nice in France.
I also like the dairy factory for the same reasons – its aged patina, its wooden shutters and its pastel hues. It seems so out of kilter in a country town full of dairy factories and farm buildings that are practical and functional and made of simple wood and brick and that are definitely not pink. I always wonder about who built it this way and why?
Good Friday. A public holiday. A beach. Perfection.
It certainly is a striking building. And in the early evening it looked positively mesmerizing. Hopefully all our American visitors for this weekend’s AmeriCARna Festival are enjoying our lovely city and scenes such as this, as much as many locals are admiring their classic American cars touring tonight in our city.
I went to the Len Lye Centre yesterday. It is a stunning and frequently photographed building on the exterior. Inside the gallery was a collection of some of his works and some other collections….including several items from one of my favourite artists…Colin Mc Cahon. But what really struck me as the most beautiful and stunning art in the building…was the building! It’s gracious, smooth, very tall curved concrete walls and the slips of light peeking through between some panels was the most beautiful art of all.
Orchids are quite contradictory. They look exotic, appear fragile, are expensive and are apparently notoriously difficult to grow…especially where I live, an area known for its frequently rainfall, salt laden sea air and crisp mountain breezes. And yet, in a tiny corner in my garden where my roses and blueberries always fail, my very neglected orchid plant has again blossomed for the second time ever. And… not one, not two…. but incredibly four stems dripping full of gorgeous orchid buds. This one I cut and have brought indoors to enjoy.
So they may appear exotic, fragile, hard to grow and expensive, but in a little corner of Taranaki they are growing, quite literally, like a common weed! Not exotic or expensive, not fragile, not hard to grow….and I am thrilled to bits.
Our mountain with a fresh snow topping and softly lit by the setting sun on a crisp, clear evening…..the first sign of winter’s imminent arrival.