UP!

Seagulls at Black Rock
In a holiday that has involved far more thinking than is comfortable and just about every emotion possible, a movie can prove an excellent distraction.
Yesterday the kids and I went to see UP! The new Pixar animation.  What a ride!
I must confess to being a Pixar junkie.  I don’t love all of [...]

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out

The faulty fandangle. – showing at ACMI now.
When summer starts cooling off, autumn sweeps through and the chill of winter descends I have a tendency to hide.  Even though I love winter and our climate is no hardship by any stretch of the imagination, I nest and keep my children indoors and cosy. So it’s [...]

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wandering

It amazes me,  how we can change.  What looks cold one day looks warm another.  What was dark can seem bright and what was far away can seem suddenly attainable.

I love looking at stuff and using it as a meditation on being.

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Sleeping giant

Sleeping giant.  30cm square, oil on board.
This was one of those works that evolved without a reference photo.  It wasn’t until I had finished and stepped back (title firmly in my head with reference to a mountain or the way foliage can look animated) that I saw the profile of someone sleeping.
Amazing how the subconscious [...]

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And they were lovers on that day

And they were lovers on that day.  oil on board, 30cm sq
Sorry I’ve been so quiet!
Post show relax, and gearing up for the next one at Red Hill early next month.  Head full and breathing.
And painting.

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Escape aide

The day after my show opened I took a train with a mate to the city.  To see Dali, the Ian Potter centre, be immersed in art, lunch and chat.
Delightful and dangerous.

It is difficult to go from a free and inspiring day to cooking and homework.
Especially when the art on offer takes one so thoroughly [...]

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half

It’s amazing  how often shapes, patterns or themes are repeated in life.  And I am constantly amazed by how drawn I am to a particular thing, which once identified, vanishes.  The reason for the interest never having made itself apparent.
Like this.

To this

and this

The patterns, while perhaps not obvious to many are there for me, and [...]

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