Yarralumla 1932

Grace Cossington Smith's painting, *Yarralumla*, is full of these careful, deliberate strokes in muted greens, blues, yellows, and reds. Imagine her standing here, brush in hand, maybe outside, squinting at the scene before her. There's a real sense of looking *through* something—an archway, perhaps—at the landscape beyond. See how the arch is built up with layered marks, a kind of vibrant reddish border framing the softer tones of the trees and sky. I love how she's captured the light, that pale yellow that feels almost like a whisper. It reminds me of the way Bonnard used color, all soft and shimmery. But it's also so uniquely Cossington Smith. It’s like she's inviting us into a private moment of seeing, a quiet contemplation of light and space. Painting, at its best, is just that, a way of seeing, thinking, and feeling our way through the world.