The paintings were developed intuitively over a three week period. For me, an unapologetic Romantic, they evoke the drama of a storm in the highlands of Tasmania.
Makes me want to declaim Shakespeare:
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spoutTill you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! (King Lear Act 3 Scene 2)