The Tree House.

You know when you've found a "happy place." It has the same vibration as you. It's not for everyone, but it's right for you. A photo from one of my happy places at Crescent Head, a little vintage surf shack / fisherman's hut called the tree house.

I love vintage finds, antique shops, old world things. This garden is wild and it's taken many years to get that way, this sort of magic doesn't happen overnight. It can't be forced and it can't be repeated. This is one of the trees, it's so old that it has it's own little world or ecosytem. I took a photo with the intention of one day trying to paint it. I feel like after art class I finally had the skill to tackle it.

Initially when I started I planned to use oil paint but changed my mind half way through. It has a single colour pink undercoat and painted on canvas. I never really understood the process behind my art until I started art class. I just created without thinking too much about the steps. Now I pay more attention to the steps along the way. This is one of my favourite paintings to date. I could have sold this piece several times over but it's a memory for me that I wanted to keep.