It is such a privilege to be surrounded by the bush and the birds. In the garden outside my art studio, there are some beautiful grevilleas. The lorikeets absolutely love them and are often our alarm clock in the morning. They don’t exactly have the nicest song, but I still love to hear them everyday.
It is such a privilege to be surrounded by the bush and the birds. In the garden outside my art studio, there are some beautiful grevilleas. The lorikeets absolutely love them and are often our alarm clock in the morning. They don’t exactly have the nicest song, but I still love to hear them everyday.
Simply Complicated Life seems so simple Yet the juggle is so complicated But what matters is so simple?
I was painting this while juggling all that life’s throws at me and was struck by art imitating life. I thought when I started this painting, at first glance it was much simpler than my usual flower and yet the more I painted the more complexity I discovered!! What beauty in the simplest things we find.
How amazing is this little discovery? But the more you look at it the more you discover it’s extraordinary complexity.
On the way up the hill, the council planted the most beautiful crabapple trees. When they loose their leaves, they aren’t much to look at, but in spring, there is nothing like them, they are absolutely packed with the most stunning flowers. The colour is so vibrant that no matter what I do, I cant seem to match the intensity of the pink! What a wonder the crabapple is, and such a gift to all who take the time to look at it.
I love the Australian bush. I am aware of what a privilege it is to be surrounded by the bush where we live. What it does for me is that it grounds me, when I am anxious or feeling hopeless, it reminds me of God, it reminds me that there are bigger things than the things I am going through. One of my favourite things to do in the bush is find wildflowers. I am so fascinated by the contrast between the dry bushland and these beautiful random flowers that come up everywhere. Randomly these shockingly beautiful, intricate and unique flowers spring up. How easy is it for us to walk through life with our mind elsewhere and not notice the beauty and the gifts we are surrounded by. These visually rich flowers are such a good reminder to me, to get out of my head, all the things that need to be done, the worries that come over and to pause, to appreciate the little things that give life unexpected pleasure
I have become a bit obsessed with bees. When my family and I go for walks we spend a lot of time watching the busy bees doing their thing. They are amazing and without realising we actually rely on them for survival, but we walk past them, everyday doing their work. Thank you God for the busy bees.
I will be doing a mini series of these busy bees. 4 minis and one 76 x 76 cm.
I have become a bit obsessed with bees. When my family and I go for walks we spend a lot of time watching the busy bees doing their thing. They are amazing and without realising we actually rely on them for survival, but we walk past them, everyday doing their work. Thank you God for the busy bees.
I will be doing a mini series of these busy bees. 4 minis and one 76 x 76 cm.
Acrylic Paint on stretched canvas, ready to hang. Framed Tasmanian oak floating frame. Painting 30 x 30cm Framed 33 x 33cm
I have become a bit obsessed with bees. When my family and I go for walks we spend a lot of time watching the busy bees doing their thing. They are amazing and without realising we actually rely on them for survival, but we walk past them, everyday doing their work. Thank you God for the busy bees.
I will be doing a mini series of these busy bees. 4 minis and one 76 x 76 cm.
Acrylic Paint on stretched canvas, ready to hang. Framed Tasmanian oak floating frame. Painting 30 x 30cm Framed 33 x 33cm
I have become a bit obsessed with bees. When my family and I go for walks we spend a lot of time watching the busy bees doing their thing. They are amazing and without realising we actually rely on them for survival, but we walk past them, everyday doing their work. Thank you God for the busy bees.
I will be doing a mini series of these busy bees. 4 minis and one 76 x 76 cm.
Acrylic Paint on stretched canvas, ready to hang. Framed Tasmanian oak floating frame. Painting 30 x 30cm Framed 33 x 33cm
I have become a bit obsessed with bees. When my family and I go for walks we spend a lot of time watching the busy bees doing their thing. They are amazing and without realising we actually rely on them for survival, but we walk past them, everyday doing their work. Thank you God for the busy bees.
I will be doing a mini series of these busy bees. 4 minis and one 76 x 76 cm.
Acrylic Paint on stretched canvas, ready to hang. Framed Tasmanian oak floating frame. Painting 30 x 30cm Framed 33 x 33cm
M’s art teacher has a daily habit of walking and posting photos of beautiful flowers along the way. What a great reminder of God’s goodness in the beauty around us! Whenever I see them I am struck by the diversity and abundance, and I cant help but be drawn to them. This is one of a series of magnolia flowers that she photographed and posted to her story. Photo credit to Cathie Hall. Painted with permission.
310gsm cotton rag Giclee, archival quality 50 x 50cm (60 x 60cm with 5cm border) Requires framing Other sizes available on request.
Due to prints relying on specialist printing services, orders maybe delayed.
M’s art teacher has a daily habit of walking and posting photos of beautiful flowers along the way. What a great reminder of God’s goodness in the beauty around us! Whenever I see them I am struck by the diversity and abundance, and I cant help but be drawn to them. This is one of a series of magnolia flowers that she photographed and posted to her story. Photo credit to Cathie Hall. Painted with permission.
76 x 76cm painting size 79 x 79cm frame size
This painting is framed with a painted Tasmanian oak, white frame. Due to the use of real wood, the frame will have small imperfections.
I feel grieved by the divisions that seem to be growing wider. I feel saddened by friends and family who feel alone, because they have different perspectives. I feel saddened by discussions that can’t be civil and respectful. I feel saddened and ashamed of the inability to listen and to hear what another is saying. I feel saddened that we are not seeing each other as a part of the same humanity.
Why do we only see in black and white?
I feel hope that conversations can be civil. I feel hope that love can cover different opinions. I feel hope for the softening of hearts towards others. I feel the grace that I have received can be shared. I feel hope that the world we are experiencing right now will change.
I know that this too shall pass.
This is a diptych, each painting is seperate. The white painting is framed in a black floating frame and the black painting in a white Tasmanian oak floating frame. The frames are hand made by me.
I have always loved Dr Seuss, but only as an adult have I really appreciated the depth and profound nature of his writings. As I was painting the beautiful wattle, I was reminded of The Lorax, and the beautiful truffler trees (before they were cut down). How lucky are we to be surrounded by such beauty. It is breathtaking to see the diversity around us; even amongst such an unforgiving environment in Australia.
This is a part of my splatter paint series. These paintings start as splatter paintings, where I throw the paint on the canvas, and then develop a painting from the mess. I love the idea of seeing what comes from nothing. Discovering what a painting will become.
Painting is two canvases of 30.3 x 50, total size being 60.6 x 50cm
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?
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.
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.
Hope… a fresh start, a new beginning, spring to come…lessons to be learnt, patience to be developed, perseverance, resilience, family, connection, change… This painting is in a series of what I call “Abstractish”. It is my sweet relied from the confines of commissioned work and trying to please. I literally will through paint on a canvas (this one with my youngest son) and then bring out the beauty that comes from it. The joy that I feel doing these paintings is immense and is immense. I have recently added this Lorikeet, from a photo taken of this gorgeous and brazen lorikeet that my eldest son and I discovered when out for a walk. We came within a metre of it, but it was determined to stay and gets in nectar feed.
This painting comes with a floating frame (made by me) in white painted Tasmanian oak.
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)
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