Sundown at Lake Morgan

Sundown at Lake Morgan, Mt O'Shanessy, West Coast, New Zealand
Original acrylic painting on cedar framed board
By Michelle Bellamy
900 x 500mm
Completed 2024
SOLD

Available as a limited edition print of 150

Inspired by a three day, two night traverse of the tops from the Taramakau River, to Lake Morgan, Mt O'Shanessy and out via the Crooked River. This painting captures the unique essence of a West Coat sunset casting golden rays across the valleys from the top of Mt O'Shanessy.

The story behind the artwork
With the most perfect weather window approaching after what has seemed like a very changeable winter/spring a good friend Dulkara and I made up a plan for two nights in the mountains. It started with us meeting at 10:30pm in Arthurs Pass and sleeping in my truck next to a train track (two trains startled us during the night). In the morning we started with repeated river crossings up the Taramaku River, followed by a steep bush bash up an un-named ridge to our first camp, an almost dry tarn.

We woke fresh the next day with a hind and a yearling joining us for breakfast, then started the most technical part of our trip, with lots of up and down ridge-line scrambling to emerge above Lake Morgan. After re-filling and re-hydrating we meandered over to Lake Morgan Hut and read the rather entertaining hut book, from here we headed straight up to the top of Mt O’Shanessy and made camp in a tiny dry tarn hollow. This is where the painting view is from, basking in the golden West Coast rays we watched the sun fall behind the mountains.
The wind was quite strong that night and we were conserving water so woke feeling a little jaded. However we got going fairly early and toped up the water and had a cuppa at another almost dry tarn. From here is was a mellow walk down a tussock ridge to our last portion of bush bashing off point 1231 down into the Crooked River. The last bash involved almost every type of NZ fauna, with very little distance covered for the time involved forcing our way through, we emerged from the bush by the beautiful clear Crooked River covered in scratches.