
LAKE ALBINA
Nestled in the heart of the Main Range Track lies Lake Albina, a true gem in the rugged embrace of Kosciuszko National Park. Its waters, a shimmering aquamarine, hold the essence of this Snowy Mountains haven. Hemmed in by alpine wilds, it beckons hikers and fresh air enthusiasts to its tranquil shores. The track unveils vistas of towering peaks, crowned by Mount Kosciuszko, sentinel of the land Down Under.
Beobe - The Art of Bridie O’Brien.
"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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Well worth the wait, I’m over the moon!! Your art and vision will bring much joy to many!!! Thank you Bridie!
I'm happy. I cannot find the words to tell how much I'm happy. Be sure I'll take care of it.
"Where dreams are made.... she's a stunner!"
"Thank you, thank you, it came perfect, love it"
Bridie O'Brien
Artist
Bridie O'Brien. Beobe. Short for B.O.B.
I was born in 1979 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.