I’m an artist.
When I was growing up I had my own fishing rod and a set of fishing lures, which my Dad made for me. Each of us did. We went fishing and I remember catching my first fish, a brown trout, in the Googong Dam near Canberra, and learning how to gut it on a freezing cold beach.
I don’t fish now, not any kind of fishing, but I love the artistry of the trout fly. There is a real genius of form and material there and it’s a pleasure to follow it with my brush.
The first collection, which I’m releasing now, is a set of paintings I made years ago of some flies lent to me by Mick Hall. Just recently I pulled them out again and thought it was time.
L. C. Smith