As a Canadian artist who's dedicated most of his life to art (41 years out of 49), his own art, the blood, sweat and tears (literally!), and ends up with collectors way over in Australia, it's a beautiful thing. I'm from a little eastern Canadian city called Fredericton, population of 47,000, am self-taught, was quite poor most of my life, come from a broken and dysfunctional home, high school dropout, former hothead with Asperger's Syndrome who stuttered as a child. Well, I worked like a dog for my art. There's no secret, it's all about work. There's some natural ability, interest and aptitude there, but mostly VERY hard work. There were times things got so rough, I'm lucky to still be here. Was it worth it? You're damned right.
God save Australia and thank you to the classy person who acquired these two paintings. You're a gift.