Our house plans have gone to Council and now we wait to get started on the build! Hugh Tennent is our architect and he’s done a brilliant job in bringing our dream to realisation. Our vision to live lightly on our beautiful land, in a small but spacious and sustainably off the grid home looks… Continue reading We’ve got plans!
Once again I’ve been invited to contribute a couple of paintings for the Island Bay Art Auction…. the funds raised go towards the arts and cultural program at Island Bay School And here are my paintings: “Turning on the Light” … looking for peace, its in here somewhere! “Turning on the Light” oil on canvas,… Continue reading Turning on the Light
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!
I love the delicacy of the Rata flowers. They speak to me of the promise of Summer and of hope, which is kind of what we need right now with the climate talks going on in Paris. The belief that we can live ‘with’ the earth, and make the necessary changes to the way we… Continue reading Summer’s promise
The last of the spring planting is done at ‘Hou Ngahere’! We got the final 30 Kowhai trees in the ground (part of the 270 from the Easter planting) before it dries out for the summer. Now we’re watching the Kereru (Wood Pigeon) shred the older Kowhai trees. Its not all bad though, having them visit… Continue reading Planting the seed
I’ve just had word that the Island Bay Art Auction on Friday was a huge success and has surpassed the last Auctions record fundraising total! The funds go to the schools art and culture program -which to my mind is a vital part in any child’s education, so I’m very happy to have helped with that!… Continue reading Auction success
I take off for the hills where gulls circle and soar in the thermals as if caught in the sky’s blue plughole and their flight’s elan where the nor’wester flips off the ridges and the tussock’s restless and shines on the hillsides, inland Otago’s vast acres browning in the sun. I take off for the… Continue reading Taking off