Weekends at the farm

Weekends at the farm, oil on wood, 30×23cm

When I was growing up in Hobart (Tasmania), I was lucky enough to have a couple of friends who lived on farms and travelled in to school each day.  I have wonderful memories of long weekends spent with them, wet grass, animals, horse riding, open fires, running over paddocks and collecting eggs.

There were also the trees – that seem to be on farms everywhere.  Huge great pines with deep, deep recesses.  Giant guardians that always scared me a little.  Do they guard the land? the people?  I believe they are planted for practical reasons – protection from the wind, marking boundaries and probably for aesthetic reasons too.  They definitely inhabit their space with more than that though.

Marvellous giants.