painting on textured card and watercolor paper, assemblage
cardboard box, Arches watercolor paper, shade cloth, threads, twig, watercolor and acrylic paints, canvas board
460 x 460
This piece began as a watercolor study in the upper garden (kami-no-chaya) of the Shugaku-in Rikyu Imperial Villa in Kyoto.
I loved the pond with its border of perfectly rounded stones, and the way their forms were echoed in the carefully clipped azalea bushes.
Silk Habotai, card, textured wood panel, mosquito netting, woven metal fragment, acrylic paints, fiber-reactive dyes
Painting on silk, assemblage
643 x 312
This piece illustrates a poem:
mountains of green
mountains of blue arise:
gratitude wells up
and fills my eyes
When I moved from Europe to tropical Queensland to care for my frail aged parents in their last chapter, I would sometimes take respite time at Ankida, a rainforest sanctuary in the Gold Coast hinterland. I felt like a Zen hermit tucked away in a grass hut amongst mountains that rolled westward for ever. It was a good place for poetic ramblings and painting; I felt blessed beyond words.
Recycled boxes, canvasboard, cotton netting, acrylic paints, handmade dyed Japanese washi, linen thread
Painting, dyeing, drawing, stitching, collage, assemblage
460cm x 460cm
wonderboxes – celebrating the wonder of the everyday
folded and buried khadi papers, powdered paint flakes from walls of village huts,
antique woven and embroidered textile fragments, chalk, whitewash, mud stains,
thorns, mosquito netting, cowrie shells, coconut twine
We do not know until the shell breaks
what kind of egg we have been sitting on.
– T S Eliot
metallic automotive paint, acrylics, textured canvas, sanding, staining
Creativity is subtraction.
– Austin Kleon
Quote sourced from Maria Popova’s wondrous exp.lore.com
recycled cardboard boxes, acrylic paint, Japanese washi, found object, sealing wax, linen thread
Forget your perfect offering
there is a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in.
– Leonard Cohen
acrylic on canvas
Once a spark of creativity illumines you, the act of creating becomes a journey into the uncharted.
It requires a kind of willing surrender, to the unknown, that can be both daunting and divine.
True creative expression can never be our own, we are the hands and heart through which it flows.
wooden slab, sawdust, iron staple, wood, nails, text fragments, cement, pva glue, acrylic paints
The mysterious wonder of life is that you just never know where anything is going. . .
– Alice Walker
acrylics on textured canvas
The scariest moment is always just before you start.
– Stephen King