W1050 x H740
While attending the National Leadership Development Course in 2001, which consisted of a 3 day solo on the shore of Lake Rotowiti, I had written a poem one of the nights there. Following this I turned the poem into this three part painting, again in the style of Colin McCahon.
“Night falls silently across the hills and lake, floating through thin air which chills the bone.
Night falls bringing with it darkness around the land but there is something else it brings, Building and eating away at a lonely soul. Fear strikes in the dark of the Night. Terror runs through the blood of body.
Night falls all is peacefull(sic) or not so full. As I toss and turn in my bag of warm a chill runs down my spine.”