This painting is of a piece of drift wood found in the sand dunes of Northern NSW. After flooding there was a huge amount of drift wood washed up on the beaches. These branches and logs, pulled from the banks of rivers by the flow of flood waters. Now, washed up on beaches, helping to restore sand dunes and slow erosion. While painting this drift wood I was thinking of natural cycles, necessary processes of decay and regrowth. Those floods were destructive, now some of this destruction was helping to revive the sand dunes, build habitats for animals and bring new life to the coast line. The form of this particular piece of drift wood reminded me of the twists and gesture of the human form. The image of this reminds me of our inseparable relationship with nature and nature forces beyond our comprehension. We live and we all die, however this passing of life inevitably brings forth new life in some way, somewhere, somehow.