I was looking through some photos the other day and I thought that my first post should be about something which has touched me deeply and inspired me for years. Two years ago my husband and I were lucky enough to spend a night in the little cottage which sits nestled behind Norman Lindsay’s Blue Mountain home. In 1912 Lindsay and his wife Rose first set eyes on this house and it became a love affair over many decades for him as he put his own stamp on the house and grounds. He cherished solitude and the colonial style sandstone country house sits nestled amongst gum trees with outcrops of rock pushing out of the landscape. His house has now become a fantastic gallery and being in the presence of so many original pieces was very special. What I didn't anticipate was the effect the gardens produced in me. Sculptures of nymphs and satyrs people Lindsay’s extensive garden and anyone with romantic sensibilities would no doubt lose themselves in the delight of roaming and discovering. Later that evening I found myself drawn over the moonlit lawn, past cavorting figures and fountains full of silver water to sit and appreciate this night scene as Lindsay must have done almost a hundred years earlier. The photo below was taken at dawn as the laughing kookaburra woke. This little lovers seat was my favorite place and I sat sketching while the world still dreamed.
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| 'Siren' sculpture and lovers bench under the Bull Bay Magnolias |
