Few people have heard of Mt. Glover. It can be found just south of Launceston in Tasmania’s north. It is so large that it can only be seen annually in early March, when it reveals its wonders to over 5,000 faithful pilgrims.
Each year around 300 artists attempt the climb, but success only comes to 40 or so. Deciding who is the best climber is greeted with mixed reactions from an adoring public.
This event continues to gain in popularity as each year passes and is now recognised internationally.
Preparation for the climb can take up to a year for some artists. This often involves a great deal of research and experimentation. Decisions have to be made and a course set. Maintaining focus throughout the journey is paramount. Disaster can occur at any time.
Upon reaching the final base camp each climber must wait until they receive written permission to make the final climb to the summit. The wait for news is an arduous one. There is much tension in the air. Euphoria and bitterness jostle each other.
The letter finally arrives and is eventually opened…
Once again I have commenced that journey.
Today’s image is a photo of one of two drawings I entered for last year’s Glover Prize. Salamanca Landscape was a very demanding work that tested my endurance. Alas, the judges weren’t that impressed.
Monday: I have commenced a ‘tropical’ abstract.