This piece is part of my “abstractish” series. It is one of the most fun series I have ever painted. I start by literally throwing paint on the canvas (usually with one of my sons), over and over and over again and then paint what comes from it. I love the freedom of painting this way, and I feel like the joy that I experience translates onto the canvas. Comes in a (lovingly made) painted white Tasmanian oak floating frame.
Acrylic on canvas 76 x76 cm (canvas alone) 79cm x 79cm with floating frame
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
I love my garden, what beautiful ever changing inspiration it brings me, especially at the moment as I spend more time at home, I am noticing more and enjoying more. Years and years a go these beautiful cymbidium orchids were passed to me from my friend and relative Trang. They were overflowing and abundant. There were so many that I was able to pass on some also and since then they have provided me with so much pleasure. It is interesting how these majestic plants largely survive on neglect. Feed them too much, water them too much, give them too much light and they won’t flower. They love my vertical gardens where they get light but not too much and rain water but not too much. These have been the gift that keeps on giving.
76 x 76cm Acrylic on stretched canvas, with Tasmanian oak frame.
I painted this painting while sobbing. I wasn’t feeling the best, hadn’t slept, was aching for my son and I knew I needed to paint. I went to the backyard with a box full of paints that I had grabbed and started to throw them on the canvas. As I cried, I cried out to God. It has been a painful time as I have continued to paint this, and to continue to cry out to God for wisdom. I was reminded of the bible verse 1 King 19:11-13, where God asked Elijah to stand on a mountain where He would pass by and there was a great wind, which tore everything apart and God was not in that, and a great earthquake and God was not in that, and a great fire, but he was in none of these. Then came a gentle whisper… God has come to me in a gentle whisper: I just need to wait on Him, trusting Him in all circumstances and He will provide what I need and what my kids need.
This is a reworking of an old painting. I always loved the colours of this painting and so never wanted to change that, but after a recent foray into art using stickers, I was inspired to create an impressionistic version of it and I just love it. Requires stretching or framing.
121.7 x 121.7cm Acrylic on stretched canvas (may have slight warp)
So this was frustrating…I had this idea for my new painting to paint how I feel…divided. To be a commercial artist you are supposed to have a style, for your art to be recognisable as yours. To be happy, I have to paint how I feel, which is up, down and all over the place. As a person, I feel constantly divided…manage the house, love and take care of the kids, love my Husband, serve God, have a career, earn money, take care of myself… I wanted to paint a painting divided, to show how I felt…so divided, and do you know what happened? I tried…and failed, lol, kind of like life most of the time. So instead, I washed over it, cut off some pieces and no one knows the divided painting underneath…hmmm… Restfully divided? 101.6 x 101.6cm
I was really struggling with some very difficult things in my life when I painted this. My paintings and I temporarily lost our colour. I knew though that God can give peace even when life loses its spark and when faced with difficult things and I just needed to see the time through, resting in the loving arms of God.
This painting is of a beautiful little lagoon in Arrawarra, on the midcoast of NSW. It was one of the most beautiful and peaceful places I have ever been. I started painting this on the first day my son went to preschool, sadly the next day I had a major accident and didn’t paint again for a long time. It took me over a year to finish this, possibly up to 100 hours and 4 surgeries later. I call this painting “Finding Peace” because it was a very difficult year and a very difficult process: a true journey for me of finding peace.
Things have been tough but I am working through all the challenges in life, trying to find my way through the mud and floods, but I am again finding peace, through the grace of God. After a visit to The Entrance to spend time with a great group of friends, and seeing the divine beauty of the area, I was inspired to paint a couple of quick and restful pieces.
As I continue my journey: this is called “A Way in the Wilderness”. “See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19