April 9, 2011

I am now on the South Island of New Zealand. It was a beautiful three hour ferry ride over. Everything about New Zealand is glorious. I am astonished at how big and mountainous the country is.

We have driven for three days on winding mountain roads curving up or down with views of inlets and islands or vast canyons and/or humongous stoney river beds with gray green streams bending back and forth as far as the eye can see.
Yesterday we did a hike to the top of a mountain and although I huffed and puffed and was far behind the other three, I thoroughly enjoyed my treck to the top and back down. The trail was in deep shade, and jungle like with emense trees interwoven with vines. Every so often the incredible view of mountains and the valley appeared.
And I have managed to do five or six small paintings all of mountains. As in the Yukon and Alaska last year, I am finding it very hard to capture grandeur  in a tiny water colour but I  trying and already I have ideas for a big mountain painting with mauvey rolling shapes fading into the distance.