Have you ever noticed the first buds appear? Everything looks bleak and then slowly emerge the buds…then one or two courageous buds emerge into flowers before the rest.
I feel like sometimes it takes courage to be the first: the first to see the weather changing, first to see the season changing, first to see hope.
But after a few buds courageously transform themselves, slowly, slowly, the rest join them.
How can we be conveyors of life, or hope and of the changing season?
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This crabapple was planted by the council and is so annoying, it completely blocks the path, so often you either have to walk on the road to get past it or you get slapped by it as you wheedle past. But it is so breathtakingly beautiful when it flowers. It is funny how sometimes we need these things that may seem cumbersome and in the way to literally stop us in our tracks and appreciate life.So life is pretty tough at the moment, we are all (in NSW) in a metaphorical winter, or even some may be in a dark night of the soul. But as winter passes, so do dark nights of the soul.
These barren times where the trees are naked of life and leaves and maybe you begin to despair; but then slowly tiny buds start to develop, small and hidden. Then more time passes and one courageous bud bursts through to show you life, to show you that ALL seasons change. The winter passes and the dark nights of the soul pass too.
This crabapple was planted by the council and is so annoying, it completely blocks the path, so often you either have to walk on the road to get past it or you get slapped by it as you wheedle past. But it is so breathtakingly beautiful when it flowers. It is funny how sometimes we need these things that may seem cumbersome and in the way to literally stop us in our tracks and appreciate life.
Painting size 73.8 x 73.8 x 2cm
Framed 76.8 x 76.8 x 4cm
Acrylic on stretched canvas, with painted white Tasmanian oak frame.
This crabapple was planted by the council and is so annoying, it completely blocks the path, so often you either have to walk on the road to get past it or you get slapped by it as you wheedle past. But it is so breathtakingly beautiful when it flowers. It is funny how sometimes we need these things that may seem cumbersome and in the way to literally stop us in our tracks and appreciate life.
Painting size 73.8 x 73.8 x 2cm
Framed 76.8 x 76.8 x 4cm
Acrylic on stretched canvas, with painted white Tasmanian oak frame.
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.
Giclee print is on 100% cotton rag 310gsm, archival.
50 x 50cm image size
60 x 60cm with 5cm border
Due to prints relying on specialist printing services, orders maybe delayed.
We are so lucky to have so much local wildlife. We are constantly seeing a variety of birds around our home and walking areas. We don’t see a lot of galahs, but when we do they are usually foraging around on the ground amongst the grass and flowers.
This is a part of my splatter art series, they start off as abstract paintings, where I literally just throw paint on a canvas. I love then creating something out of the mess.
Acrylic on canvas
76 x76 cm (canvas alone)
79cm x 79cm with floating frame
Sometimes the troubles of this life accumulate on me, overwhelming me and overcoming me and I want a break, I want it to stop, to ease up, for the burdens and the pains to be lifted. But do you know what…this is life. It is easy to look around and think that others have it easier than we do, and sometimes that is true, but sometimes it isn’t, the pains of this life are hidden so often by a facade, that make us believe that it should be easier than it is.My family has had a run of one disaster after another, over the past six months, but amongst that there is beauty, there is joy and there is hope. This painting has been about adapting, healing the past, looking toward hope, but seeing joy in the day to day, in the weeds that have abounded in the rain, in the rain itself, in the birds that wake me in the morning. When I stop and listen, moment by moment, I can keep putting one foot in front of another and enjoy the journey.
Mixed media on canvas
101.5 x 101.5cm
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
Acrylic on canvas
101.6 x 101.6cm
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 painted white Tasmanian oak frame.
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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)
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