On a recent trip to Yorke Peninsula I was mesmerised by the vast space that surrounded me. It was beautiful and peaceful. I kept saying to my husband would you just look at those clouds in the sky, or look at the colour of those green fields… When you live in a normal suburban yard (although not far from the country) you can forget how much space there is in Australia!
I was relating how much I loved it on the Yorke Peninsula to some fellow travellers who had recently immigrated from another country. They were use to a somewhat crowded, fast moving and noisy place. One of them asked me if I found it relaxing, in which I replied “yes”. He responded just how overwhelmed he was by the space, and found it a little stressful; there was not enough noise and that it wasn’t busy enough for him.
A fellow artist who had immigrated from Singapore made a similar comment to me recently. He couldn’t believe the space and the amount of landscapes he could paint. He commented that it seemed “endless”.
The painting I have today I guess is a tribute to this vast place which I call home. While travelling down to Port Rickaby (Yorke Peninsula, SA) I noticed this ruin. I immediately asked my husband to stop the car. With two kids in the car and the sun about to set I quickly took some photos. This painting is a study of those photos.