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Through the Night (1)
47cm x 47cm
Acrylic & metallic ink on Canvas
Framed in Blackwood (dark oak)
$510
SOLD
Through the Night (2)
47cm x 47cm
Acrylic & metallic ink on Canvas
Framed in Blackwood (dark oak)
$510
SOLD
THROUGH THE NIGHT
Helmsman - A person entrusted with the steering of a ship.
When sailing at night, the crew gives in to slumber - trusting that when dawn breaks the helmsman has stayed true to course. Pity the fool who stays up fretting through the night watching a perfectly capable helmsman steering the vessel exactly where it needs to go.
This piece is about trust and rest. When you trust that the Helmsman will navigate with care, you are free to rest and awake in the morning, revived.
Abundance
Abundance
What is our response in seasons of overflow? You know, those beautiful moments when the veil lifts and we are fully aware of just how much we have. The moments when our perspective aligns and we realise that we are living in a state of overflow. When the banks of a dam are full, it doesn’t dig deeper to hold more water. The flood gates open and there’s a recognition that the best response to a feeling of gratitude is abundant generosity.
61cm x 51cm
Acrylic & Metallic ink on birch board
Framed in Tasmanian Oak
$610
SOLD
in your eyes I see the start of every night and every day
What the tide brings in
Every day the tide breathes over the land.
In
Out.
Give
Take
Some days treasures are stolen, swept into the darkening depths of the ocean; A shoe- lost forever. A poem on paper slowly turning to pulp.
Other days the sea is lavishly generous.
The waves retreat, leaving behind treasures found by tiny fingers and wide open eyes.
The give and the take matter in equal parts.
The lone shoe a reminder of a day too full of joy and distraction to remember footwear. A poem more rare and beautiful because it could never again be remembered.
Every day
In
Out
Give
Take
No ebb without flow.
Remember the day with me.
There is a slow leak in even the brightest of days.Every day pierced with a million pin pricks; colour seeping slowly through to the other side. We don’t mourn the commencement of the day - we ourselves having soaked up the colour all day long. Drenched in memories and cloaked in contentment, we simply bathe in the last light and remember the day.
This painting conjures up that feeling at the end of a full summers day. As the day fades and turns to night we realise change is inevitable. Even the best days and seasons come to an end. But when that change eventually comes, we walk through it full and content. We let go of the good of today, because only with open hands can we grasp the good of tomorrow.
Remember the day with me
62cm x 93cm
Acrylic & Metallic ink on Canvas
Framed in Tasmanian Oak
$1999
Moments
Moments
Where was I,
The moment your heart stopped beating?
Where were you,
The moment I unraveled in the carpark?
When was the moment I crossed the threshold of being okay again?
I don’t remember the pieces being put back together.
Yet here I am
Somehow more whole.
There is not a word that can define this grace.
50cm x 50cm
Acrylic & metallic ink on birch board
Unframed
$490
SOLD
But for The Wind
And then, without warning,
Nothing.
Stillness, when all I wanted was movement.
Breathless, when I craved lungs filled with salt laced air.
I had lost hope,
but for The Wind
Soon, we will be bathed in light
Aren’t there just those nights?
That go on
And on
Like a run on sentence gasping for breath?
Seasons
Thick and heavy demanding what seems too much
And then a single ray of sunshine appears on the horizon;
Light leaking through from the other side; reminding us that every season shifts.
Every night gives way to day.
All it takes is a glimpse of light over the horizon
to instill fresh hope.
A single ray of sunshine birthing inside of us instantly what we need to push forward- keep pursuing what lies ahead because soon, we will be bathed in light.
Stones from the Jordan
91cm x 153cm
Acrylic & Metallic ink on Canvas
Framed in Blackwood (dark oak)
$4400
SOLD
Stones from the Jordan.
In ancient times, the jewish people would erect monuments from stones to remember significant moments in their lives.
When they crossed the Jordan river in their escape from Egypt, they brought with them 12 stones from the river bank. Once across, they arranged those stones in a sculpture of sorts as a memorial to the incredible feat that had just been accomplished.
They did this often. Made art as a way to acknowledge significant moments - what they had been through together. It’s almost as if they knew that they’d need reminding of what transpired in the past to propel them forward into their future.
These monuments were visual reminders of what was possible. They understood that life doesn’t just bring us to the edge of one metaphorical Jordan River to cross.
The next time they found themselves standing at the water's edge they could cast their eyes over the water and see the monuments erected long ago by their ancestors. It was the reminder of past triumphs that pulled them forward into their future victories.
When night draws near
61cm x 51cm
Acrylic & Metallic ink on birch board
Framed in Tasmanian Oak
$610
When night draws near
In the light of day there is colour. There is detail. So much to take in, consider, measure. But when night draws near, sapping the colour and detail out of our surroundings, it brings with it a stillness. A calm and a clarity that only comes from not being able to see so clearly everything that pulls us in all directions. In the stillness of the night, we can listen. In the absence of light, we can see.
I once lived on a ship for three weeks. Every morning we jumped in the freezing cold ocean and each night we took turns keeping watch. I still remember those nights; the absence of light and sound bringing a sense of clarity. Alone in the middle of the night with no land in sight there was suddenly room to think. This piece is a reminder to steal away to our metaphorical midnights. A space away from the urgency of our lives where we can listen to the important.
SOLD
Interlude
As the tide answers the call of the moon, many creatures find themselves in an interlude. As the water returns to the sea, rock pools provide a haven for many creatures. In a scattering of humble pools a plethora of life takes a collective breath and finds stillness before the rush of the tide inevitably returns. The starfish gains nothing by wishing the tide into shore. It does best to appreciate the haven it has found itself in, to use that time to take pause and prepare for the enviable return of the water.
I find this a beautiful reminder not to wish away the season we find ourselves in, but to appreciate it, embrace it and know that there is a timely future waiting. The tide will once again come in.
SOLD
SOLD
Stay
Why do you recede
Like the ocean
Here
Gone
Here
Gone
I want to swim
without the push and the pull
Stay.
