In Gumlog Homestead, my father isn’t chasing a photographic likeness. He’s letting the scene breathe—layering marks and color until the land feels inhabited, as if the years are still moving through it. The homestead sits back in the space, enduring, while the trees and ground carry the motion and the mood.

That’s something I’ve come to recognize across his work: the goal isn’t to “record” a place, but to honor what it feels like to stand there—what the air holds, what the light does, what the land remembers.

Studio Notes

This is one of those paintings that reads like a remembered visit—familiar, close to home, and quietly alive with story.

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