Currumbin Valley in the Rain
I’m a strong believer that creativity is a form of self care. I’ve been exploring more and more of it lately. This is ‘Currumbin Valley in the Rain,’ an acrylic, pastel and pencil piece I did on canvas.
I remember my first drive into the valley. It was night time and I was meandering around, new to the area and bored with the lack of nightlife. Toronto is such an alert city - there’s always somewhere to go at midnight - but here on the gold coast you’re lucky if the mall stays open till 6pm and most cafes close at 2. I found myself as far into the valley as you can drive, staring up at the literal Milky Way galaxy surrounded by trees and the onslaught of crazy midnight animal sounds.
I’ve driven back into the valley every week since then.
One time in particular it was misty from rain. The sun was starting to come out and it lit up the giant mountainous rock I never realised was hidden behind the lush thick of the rainforest there. I couldn’t help but marvel at the mountain in front of me. Fog rose up and little rivers of rain carved paths down the mountain. Cow tracks led the way behind mysterious old fig trees and out of sight pastures. Horses neighed in between the sounds of kookaburra laughter and the ethereal “ooooooooooit!” of the whip bird. I was - and still am - enthralled by the layers of life unfolding before my ears and eyes.
The Currumbin Valley is a delight for any synesthete. The sensations of sound and sight create an orchestra in the mind.
This is my attempt at depicting that orchestra. This is Currumbin Valley, and a slice of her phenomenal ecosystem, in the rain.
Acrylic and Pencil on Canvas
Tasmanian Oak Frame
Framed Original $450
I’m a strong believer that creativity is a form of self care. I’ve been exploring more and more of it lately. This is ‘Currumbin Valley in the Rain,’ an acrylic, pastel and pencil piece I did on canvas.
I remember my first drive into the valley. It was night time and I was meandering around, new to the area and bored with the lack of nightlife. Toronto is such an alert city - there’s always somewhere to go at midnight - but here on the gold coast you’re lucky if the mall stays open till 6pm and most cafes close at 2. I found myself as far into the valley as you can drive, staring up at the literal Milky Way galaxy surrounded by trees and the onslaught of crazy midnight animal sounds.
I’ve driven back into the valley every week since then.
One time in particular it was misty from rain. The sun was starting to come out and it lit up the giant mountainous rock I never realised was hidden behind the lush thick of the rainforest there. I couldn’t help but marvel at the mountain in front of me. Fog rose up and little rivers of rain carved paths down the mountain. Cow tracks led the way behind mysterious old fig trees and out of sight pastures. Horses neighed in between the sounds of kookaburra laughter and the ethereal “ooooooooooit!” of the whip bird. I was - and still am - enthralled by the layers of life unfolding before my ears and eyes.
The Currumbin Valley is a delight for any synesthete. The sensations of sound and sight create an orchestra in the mind.
This is my attempt at depicting that orchestra. This is Currumbin Valley, and a slice of her phenomenal ecosystem, in the rain.
Acrylic and Pencil on Canvas
Tasmanian Oak Frame
Framed Original $450
I’m a strong believer that creativity is a form of self care. I’ve been exploring more and more of it lately. This is ‘Currumbin Valley in the Rain,’ an acrylic, pastel and pencil piece I did on canvas.
I remember my first drive into the valley. It was night time and I was meandering around, new to the area and bored with the lack of nightlife. Toronto is such an alert city - there’s always somewhere to go at midnight - but here on the gold coast you’re lucky if the mall stays open till 6pm and most cafes close at 2. I found myself as far into the valley as you can drive, staring up at the literal Milky Way galaxy surrounded by trees and the onslaught of crazy midnight animal sounds.
I’ve driven back into the valley every week since then.
One time in particular it was misty from rain. The sun was starting to come out and it lit up the giant mountainous rock I never realised was hidden behind the lush thick of the rainforest there. I couldn’t help but marvel at the mountain in front of me. Fog rose up and little rivers of rain carved paths down the mountain. Cow tracks led the way behind mysterious old fig trees and out of sight pastures. Horses neighed in between the sounds of kookaburra laughter and the ethereal “ooooooooooit!” of the whip bird. I was - and still am - enthralled by the layers of life unfolding before my ears and eyes.
The Currumbin Valley is a delight for any synesthete. The sensations of sound and sight create an orchestra in the mind.
This is my attempt at depicting that orchestra. This is Currumbin Valley, and a slice of her phenomenal ecosystem, in the rain.
Acrylic and Pencil on Canvas
Tasmanian Oak Frame
Framed Original $450