Another commission has found its way home! It’s a painting of Woodpecker Bay on the wild the West Coast, one of my most sacred places where my spirit flies free in the mountains, the wind and sea. Although I only lived there four years it was a time that really shaped me, where I felt… Continue reading Going Home
“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” – John Muir It’s why I’m inspired to paint! The feeling of completing the cycle, from inspiration in the wilderness, the long conversations and a sense of place,… Continue reading Nature’s Heart
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 love the wilderness, it opens my heart to the wonder. At the same time it can be somewhat isolating. Having just flown across the Pacific to spend a week exploring my inner depths and the meaning of life with the Diamond Approach, I have to say it’s incredible to experience in person the awake… Continue reading Remote Awakening
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