I grew up in Avalon, spending countless days at Clareville Beach and along the shores of Pittwater. I was always drawn to the colours of the bush and the way they reflected on the water…shifting, shimmering, alive.
Somewhere Over Pittwater isn’t a specific location, but a memory stitched together from time and imagination. It captures the quiet familiarity of growing up here — the sense of nostalgia that lingers long after leaving. Through layered reflections and softened forms, I’ve tried to hold onto that feeling of place as it lives in my mind.
I grew up in Avalon, spending countless days at Clareville Beach and along the shores of Pittwater. I was always drawn to the colours of the bush and the way they reflected on the water…shifting, shimmering, alive.
Somewhere Over Pittwater isn’t a specific location, but a memory stitched together from time and imagination. It captures the quiet familiarity of growing up here — the sense of nostalgia that lingers long after leaving. Through layered reflections and softened forms, I’ve tried to hold onto that feeling of place as it lives in my mind.
