Clifton Beach, about 25 kilometres southeast of Hobart, is one of my favourite places to paint. I’ve spent many hours there, chasing the changing light, sunrise, sunset, and all the shifting moods in between.
One day, I walked up to the northern headland, intending to paint the sweep of the beach below. But as I turned to look back, something else caught my eye—a beautiful green bush, full of life and movement. In that moment, the crashing waves and distant shoreline faded into the background. What captivated me was the bush itself, its form, its spirit, its quiet defiance against the wind.
It’s grown since I last visited. I find myself wondering how large it will be in twenty years, or even a hundred. There’s something humbling in that kind of quiet persistence.
Title: The bushy knoll above Clifton beach (2025)
Size: 29cm (height) x 40cm (width)
Medium: oil on board
Frame: Tasmanian oak, finished with sun-thickened oil, shellac and wax.
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