
Golden light cuts across the frozen white.
The Little Ravens are already in position.
Perched like old souls, dry-eyed and sharp,
while snow curls off the ridges and our tomfoolery stirs.
Black against gold, their cool wisdom brushing up against our chaos.
This place? It’s theirs.
Oil on stretched canvas / 100cm x 80cm / framed in Tasmanian Oak and ready to hang
CURRENTLY ON EXHIBITION:
First Sentier, Tower 3, Barangaroo, Sydney. 27 Jan - 30 April 2026
To view this work, please book a viewing at the First Sentier reception. Contact Jaime Gavin.
Email: jaime.gavin@firstsentier.com
Call: 0412 093 309
"Bridie's paintings invoke the beauty and intrigue of the landscape. She captures the snow, catches the light and conveys the mood of the sea".
Bridie's original paintings are also available as giclee prints, the highest standard in true-to-life art prints.
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Bridie O'Brien
Artist
Bridie O'Brien. Beobe. Short for B.O.B.
I was born in Young, NSW. Sheep and wheat country. Dust storms. Hard lessons. Eldest of six in a split and patched family, which teaches you resilience.
I went to Sydney on a music scholarship and swapped paddocks for stages.
I have pulled cables through dark venues at 3 am. Called shows from the wings. Directed live television broadcasts. Managed teams across national roadshows. Travelled solo abroad extensively. I ride motorcycles and grow my own vegetables. I've played guitar at festivals here and overseas. Written and released three studio albums. Music was never a hobby. It was oxygen. It carried me across continents and, in the end, led me back to the visual.
Art kept circling. Quiet. Patient. In 2020, when the stages went dark, I stopped pretending and chose painting fully.
Now I work in thick oil, cut in with a palette knife. I paint the places that have carved themselves into me. Headlands. Back roads. Snow country. Beaches that taste of salt and memory. I am not chasing photographs. I am chasing the pulse beneath them.
Every landscape is lived first. I stand in it. I feel the temperature shift. I let it settle in the body. Then I paint it by hand. One of a kind. Pure oil. Clear vision.
Learn more about Bridie in The Beobe Story section.