Original artwork description:

“As she stood on the deck of the ferry at Circular Quay, Evie was conscious of storing up things for future recollection. Here was the lustily gleaming harbour, the absurdly golden midday, and the bridge, swinging away like a door on brass hinges as the ferry executed a slow turn. Above was an infinity of blue-becoming-black reaching far into space, almost shocking after the grey security of Melbourne. The scale of things was all wrong, too lavish, too sunny, too geared to applause.
Nevertheless.”
― Gail Jones, The Death of Noah Glass

This painting is completed with a palette knife to give texture, bold colour and movement.

Materials used:

Archival Oils on Canvas

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