Clifford How: Wild State

How's paintings consciously and consistently blur the line between the seen and the unseen. The landscape is captured in recognisable form for a tangible visual experience, but the artist tempers this vision with what he terms "organic abstraction" to create space for emotive thoughts. A self-taught painter, he manipulates scenes captured as en plein air studies with profound sensitivity, tracing not only the anatomy of place but its sentiment and spirit. To truly capture the atmosphere, light and colour of the moment, How immerses himself in the landscape - journeying into the Central Plateau and Highlands and the Tarkine Wilderness and rainforest, with a bush swag and backpack full of paints, brushes, sketchbooks and small boards. In works such as Where Time Stands Still - Myrtle Forest and Secretive, How's mastery of light, texture and tone hatch a fragrant, damp atmosphere that can be discernibly felt and smelt. Mossy greens and icy greys create a sensorial briskness as the cool purity of the Tasmanian air fills our lungs. The viewer, solitary, is engulfed by the flora, diminutive and humbled. The crystalline skin of a cool stream conceals ancient secrets that the forest will never divulge, while trunks and roots spill off the canvas, reaching for things out of sight. This alluring current of mystery is continued in the panoramic work Hidden Secrets, where the forest's wisdom is etched into the sprawling mats of omniscient moss, and the eternal trees that watch on with a cavernous quietude, making us conscious of our own breath, our own heartbeat.

There is a coolness to the works in 'Wild State' - not merely weather-wise (certainly these landscapes dance between Winter and Spring), but the way they carry themselves slowly, quietly, sensitively. How's generous swathes of paint are scraped back in the foreground of Distant Shimmer - The Reappearing Lakes, demarcating the foliage and hinting at a personal process of revelation. In the distance, spectral lakes linger like apparitions on the verge of vanishing, melting into the mountains and sky with soft ethereality.   

Always devoid of people, or human indication, How's works are a meditation on our place in nature. They prompt us to contemplate, in the artist's words, how "we are very small in the scheme of things, and that these untamed places will exist beyond us. They demand to be cherished and protected."

Elli Walsh

Principle Writer, Artist Profile