Alaska Notes

Alaska Notes: Beginnings of a New Series

This was my first time seeing real mountains.

Not just the snow-capped volcanoes I’ve seen in Japan - but dramatic, layered ranges that feel ancient, wild, and unknowable. In Alaska, the landscape hits you with its scale. It doesn’t just surround you - it dwarfs you. It quiets you. There’s no avoiding its magnitude, or the sense that much of it is still truly untamed.

I travelled by ship, which added a kind of floating stillness to the whole experience. The slow movement allowed me time to observe, and the way the land revealed itself - through fog, light, and shifts in perspective - reminded me of sumi ink or marbled paint drifting in water. I kept thinking: how can I paint this?

Below are a few of the visual notes I took - each one striking something in me I’d like to explore further in paint. And below that are some of the more impressive photos I managed to land.

A floating mountain in the backdrop of a city is not something I imagined. Seattle (where the ship left off) reminded me a little of Sydney, with its proximity to so much water - but the ghostly silhouette of Mt Rainier isn’t familiar to anything I’ve seen in Australia (or anywhere, really). It felt like a presence more than a place. Locals say, “The mountain is out today,” as if it decides for itself whether it wants to appear. Seattle probably needs a post of it’s own as I’m now a Seattle lover for sure. My friend in Hawaii, who was raised in Seattle, says “there’s just so much fleece” (referring to the outdoors types). LOL! That might be why I like it ;)


There’s an epicness to the land here that’s hard to put into words. You sense it in your bones. Everything feels older, larger, quieter. There’s a kind of reverence required of you.


One of the most visually compelling things for me was the contrast between jagged rock and soft snow. The snow sits like meringue or marshmallow - pillowy, organic forms against rigid geology. I’m looking forward to experimenting with this contrast in paint. I think the fluid media I use could work well to capture that interplay - pouring softness over structure.


I hadn’t expected to see floating ice in the water - I thought that was reserved for more northerly places. But Glacier Bay was full of them. These small sculptural forms - ice carved by glacial calving - are called “bergy bits.” I love that term. They seem whimsical until you remember their origins. They drift by silently, ephemeral and ancient at once.


This boulder is known as a glacial erratic - a piece of earth carried by a glacier thousands of years ago and dropped far from where it began. This one was especially beautiful, home now to mosses, crustaceans, and tiny naturally forming bonsai. A microcosm born from a moment of ancient violence.


The ice itself has a presence too. Its density and age filter light in strange ways - leaving only this piercing, saturated blue. It’s as if the glacier is lit from within. On the surface, it sometimes looked like salt crystals. I kept wanting to reach out and touch it, to understand its texture, its weight.


This journey has seeded something. I don’t know exactly what the body of work will become, but I can feel it growing - like those bonsai on the erratic. Quietly, slowly, but with roots.

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More soon.

~ AK

Painting Art Nouveau

If you happened to catch my recent painting of the Warby Garden, you might find this little twist interesting.

I often let paintings sit for a while before calling them finished –just in case they have more to say. This one was no different. I’d already shared it online when I found myself deep in studies of Alphonse Mucha and the flowing forms of Art Nouveau. And suddenly, I saw this work in a whole new light.

So… I adapted it ;)

What began as a tribute to the lush tangle of the Warburton garden became something more stylised, filtered through a French 1920s lens. I introduced some stencilling, pulled out elements, layered in curves and flourishes – nudging it toward that dreamy, decorative aesthetic.

The result is Un Jardin Verdoyant (French for “lush green garden”). The original spirit is still there, just with a new outfit.

This version has already found a home with a lovely collector, but I wanted to share it with you nonetheless.

‘Un Jardin Verdoyant’ (How it finished)

‘Warby Garden’ (How it started)

'Oh Buoy!'

I’m a swimmer, and when I reside and work in Melbourne, I share a lane with a handful of others at the Melbourne City Baths. It’s an indoor heated pool - it’s climate controlled inside and out (which is just as well since Melbourne winters can be a bit bleak). Prior to my arrival in Hawaii, I loved the idea that I would be taking my swimming to the ocean… a more natural experience. However, the reality once here was that it was a big change and I found it frightening. I was used to swimming along a black line, but here I could see very little. It was just big deep space. I could only hear my own stokes in the water rather than a cacophony of reflected slaps and splashes. I was also at the mercy of the weather and currents, and strangely even the taste of the water made me feel uncomfortable.

Now, about the Buoy :) Over a few weeks I grew in courage and came to appreciate this very different experience of swimming. I love that every swim is vastly different, and the solitude, and the sense of being more connected to the planet. One day when I finally got myself out enough to swim between the buoys, I noticed these amazing microcosms of life beneath each of them. There are a number of buoys that run parallel to Ala Moana beach, and they are shelters for different small tropical fish amongst reeds, and seaweeds. Each buoy is unique, and I now stop and marvel at each of them. They breakup such a vast and empty space… like little fish rest stops on a highway, or space stations.

Oh Buoy!
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