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More Garden Images

Even in the minute wilderness in the corner of a modest backyard, there is a certain adventure to be had. Finding creatures that wiggle and squirm under a rock, sticks; stones and dirt that mimic an avalanche; leaves and vines that could be the terrain of a strange new world. A child’s garden is a place where imagination takes refuge, where games find a…

Vacillating…

I have been working on two distinct themes this year. Continuing the Asylum Seeker pictures as well as the Child’s Garden series. I’m vacillating about putting in a proposal for a show “speak for me”, however I remain uncertain as to whether I have the right pictures for such an exhibition. On the weekend I dressed the kids up with head scarves and took…

Garden Rhythm – Evolution of a painting

This was painted in tandem with “A Child’s Garden” a some what more orthodox thematic approach. It occupies a piece of canvas that was first part of a large painting from 1994 “probation Broken”- A year of discovery, a year of trial and error, a year of great productivity and intense feelings. I kept this fragment, just as I have many other works, because…

Black Eye

I am working on a new street art piece to be placed in a bus shelter that I’m sure Hobit’s and other Middle earth folk would be proud to haunt. This is one from a while back, when I was in the first grasps of the thrill. I do believe  in this venue, as an new and ever expanding canvas, which belongs to the…

Displaced

I like to work the surface before using the stencil. It gives the finished work a more painterly quality.

The Survivors

It would have been good to put together this exhibition, but it is time to move on now. Thinking about a broader canvas, a “Duty of Care” series that could incorporate recent themes as well as those images still to come. Of course I imagine large monolithic works, gallery pieces that will never see the inside of a gallery. However first I must make…

Gateway to…

A dramatic three weeks, over shadowed by the loss of someone dear, a young man with a big heart and a big smile. I will miss his cuddles and his funny walk and his ready laugh that was so infectious. He allowed me to discover my inner uncle again. Maybe these are the gates to another place where imagination replaces all that is pedestrian,…