the ford at scoutland

I returned to my childhood haunt at the North Pine River to the pleasant surprise that little had changed. At low tide we would brave the whooshing current to clamber across the slippery rocks for adventures in the forests upstream.

• Acrylic on English watercolour paper

• Gel-mounted to cradled plywood panel

• Finished with isolation coat and satin varnish

• 73 x 53.5 x 3.5cm