I live on a rural property in the hinterland of Byron Bay, surrounded by beautiful countryside; the landscape is lush and evergreen, amongst undulating hills.
There is a network of community and friends, which are a wonderful mixture of miscreants and misfits. They colour my world. My teenage daughter reminds me of a character out of a Gabrielle Garcia Marquez’ novel and I often feel the need to stop her from floating into the skies. There is a Brahman bull, Angus cattle, neurotic dogs, bad tempered ducks and a forgotten garden, a sad and lonely chook yard, one too many battles with the crafty foxes. All on the to do list.
I like to paint. Stepping over the cobwebs and chewed up dog bones, I paint on my verandah looking out at this curious world.
– Hilary Herrmann