“the way I had come and, secretly, the way I was still to go, brought together in the unyielding ground and in the symmetry of the moving sky, caught in still waters,” ~ David Whyte from ‘Twice Blessed “The Moving Sky” Kenepuru Heads, oil on canvas 300x300mm The Moving Sky from home here at the… Continue reading The Moving Sky
On the day I left Wellington I met one of my dear neighbours. The sight of the removal van inspired her to commission a painting of our beloved a South Coast….. she’d been meaning to for years – and now here it is! We’re in a little boat, And we’re heading out to see… Continue reading Heading Out To See
Today its appropriately raining heavily for the commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the battle of the Somme in 1916…. remembering the mud and stench of the rain filled trenches. A hell of futility not to be forgotten in the strange times we live in today. Its especially poignant for me to remember my Great… Continue reading The Last Post
Spring rains over Wellington Harbour, embedded into so many of my earliest memories, deep into my heart’s core… My latest painting, embarking on its journey into the world “I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway,… Continue reading A Sliver of Hope!
My latest commissioned painting happily unveiled. As its title suggests, a tale of the rhythm and movement, the transient impermanence of life…..Of having walked from far inside yourself out into the revelation…. So beautifully articulated by one of my favourite poets, David Whyte….
In my travels I’ve come upon places that seemed to transcend the everyday, they are so far removed from my commonplace that they completely challenge the way I’ve taken the world to be…. and how I’ve taken myself to be….. it’s like stepping through a doorway into another world.
THE WINTER OF LISTENING No one but me by the fire, my hands burning red in the palms while the night wind carries everything away outside. All this petty worry while the great cloak of the sky grows dark and intense round every living thing. All this trying to know who we… Continue reading Shout of Joy