The Mill at Night

The Mill at Night – Building 21 The Lobethal Woollen Mill is an inspirational collection of heritage buildings, melding into the social history of the township. Each building changes with the time of day, the weather and my own mood. The Mill By Night – Building 21 is the view that I adore weekly as…

Unconditional Love

This is Pepi. He was one lady’s best friend and he stuck by her through a failing relationship and very rough times. When she was finally out of that situation and safe, she walked the road of regret over leaving Pepi – even though she had no choice. Her heart had been broken in so…

Day Nine – Outback Memories

Memories – Acknowledge them, talk about them, write them down, draw them, paint them, record them – value them. Memories are a gift – they enrich us. Just like other intangibles (hello feelings) they’re stored organically via twitching neurons on our biological hard drive and backed up every time we access them. They’re often taken…

Validation is good for you

Don’t worry about what others think, carry on regardless, be true to yourself – cliche basket empty (for now).  An artist is hit with these relentlessly, and sometimes it’s all you’ve got to cling to as you watch another screwed up ball of paper fly through the air towards the bin – a bittersweet score. …

Happy Accidents – painting becomes drawing

Don’t you just love them? Not all accidents are bad, this one was almost comical as I carefully selected my watercolour paints that would create the stripes you see. My guardian angel and mentor, Anne, saved me with only seconds to spare – you see, I’d drawn the picture in what I thought was a…

Day Five – Reflections of Innocence

‘Reflections of Innocence’ is an amalgamation of two suggestions; the first (from Scotland) – Graves of Innocents, blood red lands with pure blue crosses depicting  wars killing those who cannot avoid them; and the second (from Australia) – Autumn lake reflections in the Mt. Lofty Botanical Gardens. These ideas have the ability to disable each…

Day Four – King Arthur’s Berth Pool

Day four depicts ‘King Arthur’s Berth Pool’ in Baschurch, England. However,  Bodmin Moor and Cornwall often come to mind when thinking of Excalibur and King Arthur, but, according to authors, Graham Phillips and Martin Keatman (King Arthur the True Story), the Berth Pool  near Baschurch is where the real ‘Excalibur’ was cast. True or not,…

Chilli Chocolate activity – please join in …

A six year old in Scotland saw 16 pictures of the daily view from the same window – how marvellous to have completely missed the chocolate theme! The faith in that innocent interpretation is endearing, grounded and sustainable, as opposed to the consumerism that birthed the original   gourmet chocolate theme. The window idea is about…

Paint what you see – show don’t tell

As a painter, the phrase ‘paint what you see, not what you think you see’ binds and cuffs my wrists until I ask ‘what do I think I see?’ As a writer the phrase ‘show don’t tell’ gags the creative  synapses until binary thought is shattered and realization dawns. Two simple phrases, both about presentation…

The question of stopping

  Each stage of this painting was photographed and at its first exhibition those photographs were also on display. Two questions were asked repeatedly, ‘why didn’t you stop then?’ & ‘why did you stop then?’ The answer being the same for both, ‘it’s hard to know when to stop, but when you’re on a deadline,…

Blue Chocolate – are we done yet?

  Is this finished?  I’ve hung it up to dry, but every time I walk past I get the urge to tinker some more. It’s hard to stop fiddling, which is possibly habit over intuition – if I have some paint left over from something else, I find myself wondering, ‘will this go with Blue…

Blue Chocolate – a work in progress

Oil on canvas, a commissioned painting near completion . It’s taken 6 months to build up the energy to begin, and now it’s just plain fun. Hard to know when to stop or to trust the fun factor to back down at the right moment in order for me to see the finish line. Palette:…

Forgotten Australians – a biography

We left him to rest, or so we thought. In the hospital lobby I realized my youngest was missing and upon retracing our steps to my grandfather’s room we spied a memorable picture; an 89 year old man chatting to his 5 year old great-grandson. Noticing me at the door, Charlie quickly whispered in his…

First Kendreart

This is the painting that pointed me in a true direction, an actual style that was my own. Before this painting, I was just copying other people and felt deeply, that ‘I had no style’. A teacher at Glasgow University showed the class the work of an American artist, Chuck Close. I was immediately drawn…