In Scrubland #13, I return to the understated beauty of the inland bushland—those tangled, sun-bleached places that hold a quiet rhythm beneath their apparent stillness. This work is not about a grand vista, but an intimacy found in the act of standing still—observing how the ground curves, how the branches lean, and how the air shifts with light.
Using oil and cold wax on paper, I build a surface that feels lived-in and weathered, much like the scrub itself. The wax holds light within the paint, suggesting the shimmer of dry grass or the faint heat that lingers at the close of day. There is a humility in these places that I find deeply moving; they ask little but offer a subtle glow of interwoven ochre and grey. Scrubland #13 is an invitation to be still long enough for the land to speak back—to find the stories of time and resilience held within its simplest forms.
62cm x 50cm Oil and wax on paper