Trey’s birthday present to Abi…two days with Kelley.
She happened to book when the pohutukawa’s were blooming…right before Christmas…right before their wedding….
Abi and I are the only ones that know what is written beneath the layers of this painting. Maybe Trey will know too some day.
Meet the Christmas flower in New Zealand. It’s almost summer but hey, it is red and green y’all.
This is Abi creating her wedding present.
Hey all you people who crave a shot of creative energy to start off your new year…Come visit me at the bottom end of Waiheke Island, just a short ferry from Auckland, New Zealand.
We will take nature walks in the bush and on the beach with camera in hand. We will collect shells on the beach and put together a shadowed still life. We will sketch live in the blooming garden. We will use technology to open our artist’s eye. Then there’s the food. (and wine)
Had a really fun art play day with Sophie Bennett.
make a wish Sophie
a soupy mixture of lusciousness
now let it drip all over the place
for a dia de los muertos quad trych
the mean look
hmmmm side view
perfect for skeleton teeth
mixed media play
Let me know if you want our playlist…a la sophie
Also, our lunch was out of the garden accompanied by gin over muddled mint and fresh lemon and sugar.
Okay I am going to start this off by saying that the last two weeks have been hell for me.
My body has revolted over the last year with aching around my joints. My hands get stuck in clench position.
So last week my son Brett accompanied me to sugery to release middle and ring finger and a carpal tunnel release at my wrist.
Okay. I have so much respect for people with handicaps after this.
Back to the You Know You’re a Hopelessly Devoted Creative when:
I painted these pickets less than 24 hours after this hand surgery…JUST to get my creative fix!
Absurd, but it was what I needed to do. Naturally Brett made one…he says his is interpretive.
Nothing Says it like a Picket
Do you have a You Know You’re a Hopelessy Devoted Creative when…story? Please share.
The last painting in my four seasons in one day series.
November 2nd is the opening for Seven Nautical Miles, at the Depot in Devonport.
I am one of six artists in this show. My paintings are on Perspex(plexiglass) and I have been filming my painting process.
I can tell you that seeing myself in front of the camera has been more than humbling not to mention lost in the depths of the learning curve of film and edit. There’s nothing like a little self-induced pressure to push yourself creatively.
Here are the two that are finished.
1 meter x 1 meter
Double pane Perspex with mixed media.
Even When You’re Feeling Warm
60 x 70 cm
Double Paned Perspex
Acrylic Mixed Media
This weekend my old friend artist and art teacher Debbie Rister, came for an emergency creative getaway.
Deb took a step back from her busy life to recharge her artistic battery. We laughed ourselves.
The backyard is in bloom and between rain showers we grabbed the nib pens and ink for quick sketches of lavender, geraniums and watercress.
Debbie needs a garden…this is for sure!
For you little gardener
“For you little gardener and lover of trees, I have only a small gift. Here is set G for Galadriel, but it may stand for garden in your tongue. In this box there is earth from my orchard, and such blessing as Galadriel has still to bestow is upon it. It will not keep you on your road, nor defend you against any peril; but if you keep it and see your home again at last, then perhaps it may reward you. Though you should find all barren and laid waste, there will be few gardens in Middle-earth that will bloom like your garden, if you sprinkle this earth there. Then you may remember Galadriel, and catch a glimpse far off of Lórien, that you have seen only in our winter. For our spring and our summer are gone by, and they will never be seen on earth again save in memory.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
She also has a real thang for trees.
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold,The Ent and the Entwife is a song recited to Merry and Pippin by Treebeard, concerning the longing of the Ents for their lost Entwives.
Listen and Dream
Debbie wove the words Listen and Dream into a pohutukawa tree.