Bass Strait. Oil on canvas. Mid 1987

Making this was the first time I experienced the heightened sense of vitality, intensity and passion that makes the whole art thing so addictive. I was seeking to capture the rhythm of the sweeping changes of the cold fronts that crowd in from the Southern Ocean. I was discovering the politics of mark making. How each change in texture and colour resonates with what it is near and on top of. Painted at night in the echoing chamber of an old wool mill.