Road to Gowrie
Stephen Baxter
Mixed media with metal leaf on canvas
840 x 1020 mm
In my third year at USQ 1983 I rented an old rundown farm house down the end of bridge street on the way towards Gowrie Mountain. I used to drive to the house in the afternoon as the sun set on the distant horizon. The sun was relentless and bright, shimmering off metal roofs and fenced rectangular paddocks, with Gowrie Mountain looming in the distant haze of the afternoon light.
There were paddocks surrounding the old house and a donkey lived in one of those paddocks.
He was a tenacious and stubborn tellow, he was able to unlatch the back door which led to the kitchen and quite often I would get home to a donkey in the kitchen.
Stephen Baxter
Mixed media with metal leaf on canvas
840 x 1020 mm
In my third year at USQ 1983 I rented an old rundown farm house down the end of bridge street on the way towards Gowrie Mountain. I used to drive to the house in the afternoon as the sun set on the distant horizon. The sun was relentless and bright, shimmering off metal roofs and fenced rectangular paddocks, with Gowrie Mountain looming in the distant haze of the afternoon light.
There were paddocks surrounding the old house and a donkey lived in one of those paddocks.
He was a tenacious and stubborn tellow, he was able to unlatch the back door which led to the kitchen and quite often I would get home to a donkey in the kitchen.
Stephen Baxter
Mixed media with metal leaf on canvas
840 x 1020 mm
In my third year at USQ 1983 I rented an old rundown farm house down the end of bridge street on the way towards Gowrie Mountain. I used to drive to the house in the afternoon as the sun set on the distant horizon. The sun was relentless and bright, shimmering off metal roofs and fenced rectangular paddocks, with Gowrie Mountain looming in the distant haze of the afternoon light.
There were paddocks surrounding the old house and a donkey lived in one of those paddocks.
He was a tenacious and stubborn tellow, he was able to unlatch the back door which led to the kitchen and quite often I would get home to a donkey in the kitchen.
