Every time I go up the mountains, I am again reminded of its grand scale. It really is a series of mesas and valleys, each one further away wreathed in a blue mist. It's a lush place, despite the awful fires ravaging now and again.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Valleys and mesas
Having painted one version of the Blue Mountains in a hurry I decided to reproduce it but in a larger and longer format.
Every time I go up the mountains, I am again reminded of its grand scale. It really is a series of mesas and valleys, each one further away wreathed in a blue mist. It's a lush place, despite the awful fires ravaging now and again.
Every time I go up the mountains, I am again reminded of its grand scale. It really is a series of mesas and valleys, each one further away wreathed in a blue mist. It's a lush place, despite the awful fires ravaging now and again.
