Australia’s snow country is a bit like Shangri-La at the moment – a lost paradise that we long for, but it turns out to be a mirage that disappears just as we are about to get there. Thanks COVID.
But its impossibility doesn’t stop us dreaming of it: the clear, sharp air, the crunch of boots on night-crust snow, the perfume of the alpine mint. Every year, make the pilgrimage to the mountains and I return home inspired to paint what I saw.
This year’s “crop” includes some skiing pictures and scenes from walks around the hills and valleys behind the lodges at Perisher. I particularly enjoy painting those “in between” seasons, where there is snow and vegetation together – the warm tones of the heather and the sunny skies balancing the cool of the snow.
I am a writer and artist, living in Sydney, Australia, with my family, which includes two teenaged children, a husband who is a public relations supremo and a "borrowed cat" - who likes to fight me for the keyboard and makes it into some of my paintings.
I started off as a "salty girl", growing up on the edge of McCarrs Creek in Pittwater - all bare feet, elbows and freckles. I spent three years growing into adulthood in Bathurst at what was then called Mitchell College of Advanced Education (now Charles Sturt University), learning the trade of journalism.
Returning to the "big smoke", I spent my career working in the biggest and best newsrooms in Australia, writing in areas of leadership, workplace, social equity, entrepreneurs, business, tourism, property, art, jewellery and general news.
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