Trish Neil

Living and working on the Central Coast, NSW.

Escaping Climate Change

I know they said that the trees would move up in altitude as climate warms, but I never dreamed they would move this fast………..


Exhibition: ‘Sophia Szilagyi: water studies’ at Beaver Galleries, Canberra

This work is beautiful – and a lovely review as well. These shifting, ambiguous layers of sea and sky are inspiring.

Art Blart

Exhibition dates: 23rd May – 11th June 2013


“It is intangible, incalculable, a thing to be felt, not comprehended – a music of the eyes, a melody of the heart…”

John Ruskin, art critic


“Once, Turner had himself lashed to the mast of a ship for several hours, during a furious storm, so that he could later paint the storm. Obviously, it was not the storm itself that Turner intended to paint. What he intended to paint was a representation of the storm. One’s language is frequently imprecise in that manner, I have discovered.”

David Markson, Wittgenstein’s Mistress


How appropriate that these stunning water studies by artist Sophia Szilagyi should be exhibited in Canberra as the blockbuster J. M. W. Turner exhibition Turner from the Tate: The Making of a Master opens at the National Gallery of Australia.

I love everything thing about these works: the compacted and…

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Recent changes to ” …and all the trees were cast down …”

and all the trees were cast down

I’ve been doing some work on this lately. (An earlier version is on my Page titled Work in Progress under Portfolio.) I think it is improving; the theme is hopefully clearer; the ‘Last Judgment’ on the trees that mankind is meting out by collectively deciding that the natural world is not really as important as the financial world, represented by the city on the heights.

All these trees are basically as they are growing. I have rotated them to emphasize the “falling” aspect of the composition, but their tortured, anguished shapes are all their own. They seem to be falling and whirling down to destruction and despair with more energy than before.

I am gaining ever more respect for the Baroque painters whose work I am referencing. Their composition, their painting of clouds, and figures, it’s all quite awe-inspiring.

Generational forgetting

I was listening to a BBC podcast the other day; Sophie Lake from VINE (Values In Nature and the Environment was talking about her theory of ‘generational amnesia’, whereby each generation “re-calibrates” environmental diversity according to their own childhood experiences. It really resonated with me, the way it does when your own private musings are put forward publicly by someone else. I have been thinking exactly this; that each generation learns the natural world as it is when they are children, and this becomes the benchmark by which they measure change. I remember when we first came here in 1978. Giant green tree frogs were constant visitors; every evening we could hear the ‘plop’ as they landed wetly on the deck, they were so placid, you could pick them up and they would nestle comfortably in the palm of your hand, quite filling it up. And their smaller relatives, about 2 -3 cms long, which loved to sit on the windows in the most elegant frog shapes, catching the insects drawn to the light. There would be at least half a dozen of those at any one time. Now the only green tree frogs left around here are the tiny ones that hide in the trees; the only time you are aware of them is when they call just before it rains. The giant tree frogs disappeared when our children were quite small; there is a photo below of one being introduced to our 18mnth old first child, but to the now adult children their absence is ‘normal’. Similarly – where have all the butterflies gone? – the brilliant black and white and red swallowtail butterflies, and the blue triangle butterflies, and a myriad complex patterned moths; a long-necked swamp tortoise is rare now when it used to be not uncommon. Generation by generation our countryside is depleted, and as a society we are scarcely aware of it. People shift their feet uncomfortably if you mention it even casually. They don’t want to be reminded.


Easter Scribble (for the last time I promise!)


I can’t leave this alone, it seems. Does this help? A foolish looking creature, a little crazed, definitely suffering; but then the series is called “Fools and Innocents”, so it fits. I will make a new page of the series as soon as I find the time, and they may (hopefully) make sense as a group.

Scribble #3

Proposal: that there are evanescent personae/archetypes which appear fleetingly in unexpected places, such as the in the curious markings of certain insects in particular species of tree, or in the twisted forms of tree trunks, or in half-caught glimpses and dream states. If you are careful, observant, introspective, you may, on a good day, catch these characters as they manifest.


Rock Platform with bonsai like trees


Rock Platform 1

I was wandering through the bush near where I live, looking at some aboriginal rock carvings, and came across these wonderful rock platforms. I lay down on the rock to take the first picture; the tea trees growing here are so stunted they are natural bonsais. The whole scene conveys that a lovely air of unreality that you get on your own in the bush. Well, not quite unreality, more being totally removed from everyday reality, of being in deep time rather than shallow, rushed time.

The recent rain brings the rocks alive with colour; these little runnels of water make the most beautiful abstract shapes.


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