I have mural work coming up after the school holidays, more than I can presently imagine. Word of my murals has slipped out of my current state and into schools over the border. I’m grateful because it’s been four weeks running on empty. Famine and feast is the nature of my beast. So, with nothing in my trough I have been ruminating and regurgitating a serial on to canvas. It is a humorous series of small acrylic paintings that juxtapose the nature of birds in the human rea
Land Rights The second week without paid mural work was unsteadying, slightly disturbing, remotely terrifying.
I used the time wisely, investing every ounce of my energy to get my mural concept for Ballina up and happening. It’s not always easy to trust when you feel the rug beneath your feet is being slowly dragged to the precipice but I never ever question that things will be OK.
Like the bumper sticker promises: Magic Happens. And it happens when we trust.
My son S
This has been one of those rare weeks when I’m not painting. Due to life circumstances, I do depend on the regular rhythm of abundance so these weeks can wobble me … but I also have faith that there are times when matter needs to gestate, I require rest and focus so projects can healthily birth in due course. This week it’s been a bit like the nativity. Three gifts full of promise and an imminent birth: Immaculate. Firstly I juggled the idea of picking up the little brush and