Life, with Measure

The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters. What does it look like when something is yet to happen? A quick glance around my house presents a plethora of potential...

Little things

“Little things console us because little things afflict us.” – Blaise Pascal, Pensées I have always painted small. This is partly because I have never had much space to work in – my studio currently consists of two square metres in the corner...

Daisies in Celadon

Thou liv’st with less ambitious aim, Yet hast not gone without thy fame; Thou art indeed by many a claim The Poet’s darling. -William Wordsworth, To the Daisy Ginger coloured daisies from the local market, painted for an Aunt who does not know it yet. This...

Roses in Progress

Underpaintings…how I miss them when they’re gone.   The awkward, in-between stage:   The days are getting shorter here in the Southern Hemisphere – before I knew it the morning sun was gone. So painting was suspended due to shifting light, to be...

Green Glass

This unopened bottle of creme de menthe was discovered during a recent house move. Its green glass was a challenge – you don’t generally see greens this intense in the Australian bush, so getting there required all sorts of experimentation with my...