Heartfelt
My abstract art is about feelings which come from my heart.
Feeling the world around me with colour, line and shape. The beauty and the messiness.Textures from the natural world.
Water, air, plants, insects and animals.
Because there is no realistic imagery the paintings are asking for a response. Which would be unique to every person.
They are painted from my heart in slow journeys of layered colours and marks. As I paint I’m reacting to the layers and colours to create richness and depth.
The Yellow Rockpool
76x76cms
Acrylic on stretched canvas
The intertidal zone between ocean and land. Liminal.
theslow interchange between salt water and sunshine.
Glorious pools in the worn rocks
packed with life.
The constant ebb and flow of all existence.
Mycelium love
90w x 120
Acrylic on stretched canvas
Hidden tiny worlds living in the damp leaf litter, connecting with organisms vast and microscopic. Only recently are we realising the amazing spread of these connections.
To us they are hidden and silent but they show us the interconnected nature of our planet.
If only we could feel that connection so strongly that we stop destroying the natural world and, of course, ourselves.
Finding the way out
Finding the Way In
120w x 90h
Acrylic on stretched canvas
Where do we belong? Where do we want to belong?
Finding our way is ongoing, narrow paths, wide paths, dead ends and paths of joy.
There’s a lot of beauty on the way, don’t miss the beauty, it’s an essential part of our lives.
The Tenderness of Petals
100x100cms
Acrylic on stretched canvas
Sunlight through the translucent delicately coloured shapes.
Becomes magical.
Tactile, but don’t touch the beauty.
Even though petals survive the rigours of weather.
Tenderness and resilience together. Beauty with the practical purpose of multiplying.
A Little Stream Song
90x90cms
Acrylic on stretched canvas
I live beside the Rocky River.
She is a small river and sings to me every day. How do you paint that sound? That joy!
Moonlit
90w x 120h
Acrylic on stretched canvas
The softest light from the moon outlines the objects of our lives. The interiors of our homes through the windows, the shapes of the gardens, the landscapes around us. Living in the bush, I walk outside at night surrounded by tall eucalypts and pines.
It’s another country in moonlight.
It’s transformed into something ethereal.
It should be familiar but it’s not.
It belongs to the moon and I’m discovering my home again.
It’s such a gentle, new, landscape,
outlined in white.
My home.
