The landscape at the heart of Tasmania has always taken my breath away. Snow-sharp wind and russet plains of buttongrass and coral fern, the scraping shadows of low cloud, and beyond it all, the timeless curve of Cradle Mountain . . .
Early winter is a good time to visit. The nothofagus leaves are still clinging from the autumn, and the sky is clear, and the snow is light and fresh and doesn’t hamper your hiking.
The light is endless and scouring, the air is scented with tannin and snow, and river-smoothed pebbles of dolorite and quartzite shimmer like jewels under the water.
I’m new to coloured pencils. I’m fast falling in love with them. There is something very relaxing about picking four or five colours and blocking out abstract or fluid landscapes.
Inspired by some truly amazing artists on instagram, and the #walktosee hashtag, I took my smallest sketchbook with me to Cradle Mountain, as well as a limited palette of prismacolor pencils.
There was only one frustration – I lacked the glowing tawny orange-brown and peaty copper colours for the buttongrass fields, and had to save those for my watercolours. I will be more prepared next time!
I completed eight sketches for my trip, which may turn out to be studies for future works. Some views, I think, I could revisit again and again.