Raising Lazarus

Abstract, Acrylic Painting, Art with purpose, Floral, Neutrals, Sold, Splatter

Art is the way I deal with life. 
The last couple of weeks have been both traumatic and miraculous, painful and wonderful. 
Painting this has been part of me processing all that has happened. 
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28

Acrylic on canvas
101.6 x 101.6cm

$1000

For Su…

Acrylic Painting, Art with purpose, Commission, Sold

This has been the most difficult painting I have ever done. Not only was it technically a difficult painting, it was also because it was so deeply personal (sharing this with her permission). A beautiful friend of mine asked me to paint a picture of where her fathers ashes were scattered. It was such privilege to be asked to paint this.

Commission
Acrylic on canvas
101 x 76cm

My Life…Waiting

Acrylic Painting, Art with purpose, For sale, Realistic

I spend so much time waiting. Waiting for doctors, waiting for holidays, waiting for the weekend, waiting to hear back, waiting for the washing to be done, waiting for the kids to get dressed, brush their teeth, eat their dinner, get into the car etc etc. 
Sadly I was born impatient! I hate waiting: I would rather wait where I have to be than at home, I over analyse, in order to anticipate an outcome rather than relax into the waiting. 
Fortunately every now and then I am reminded of the joy in waiting. This was one of those days. It was heading on to sunset and I was walking with Jesse, he is a kid who stops and smells the roses, I looked back and realised how valuable the wait can be. In that moment, thinking of my boys, the joy they bring me and how much they both remind me to live in the moment and savour that still, peaceful, glorious moment: waiting.
76.5 x 61cm

$700

How Do I Help?

Acrylic Painting, Art with purpose, Sold

Do you ever feel overwhelmed by the pain you see? Unsure how to proceed? How to offer comfort? How to intervene? 
Do you ever feel afraid to help? What if I say the wrong thing? What if I do the wrong thing and it makes it worse? 
I see pain everyday in my comfortable lovely neighbourhood. I see the homeless men at the station, under the bridge, outside the library. 
I see pain in the parents and families at school, who look so happy. 
I see pain in my friends and family. 
How do I help?

SOLD