Painting side of canvas

A Deep Breath

To complete a new painting I need to close off its energy, like a writer using a full stop. My process is to paint the sides of the canvas and sign my name. I guess its like closing the cover at the end of a good book and taking a deep breath.

Little Orange Dots

Hello How are you my friend? I hope this letter finds you well. Everything is changing right now; stories are shifting this world is hurting and so very sad. I think today we need to start with the deepest of breaths, one that goes right down through your lungs and to your toes, like a healing balm I hope it soothes your heart and soul. –I’ll wait Have I ever told you why I paint? It is my place to just be. Where I find connections within my heartspace, where …

Breathing in Hopeseeds

Mixed Media ( Linen Canvas with Acrylic/ Charcoal/ Ink} This is possibly part two of the first paintings story , In life when we take a step back and pause for a deep breath we begin to see the bigger picture, the connections become clearer possible roads appear, Hope Trees seeds are planted – It is in this moment we realise our own bravery our strength beauty and power – It was always inside us .We just have to believe .

My Nanas old twine

Hey there how are you? How is your heartspace? I’m sorry I have been quiet, lost, I haven’t written for awhile, self doubt had arrived, my inner critics voice was loud, I started asking why am I doing this, my steps faulted, So I took a step back and found some space. I found my quiet. While I was there, I happened across a reel of my Nanas old twine sitting in a draw, I had forgotten about it, but seeing it , reminded me about the importance of connections, …

Celebrating today

Wow, it’s January 2018, How crazy, fast, and amazing is this one life we have, I am sure I blinked for a second, and time has shifted so fast again, so much is happening in my world, since I last wrote a blog, my website has launched,  a few of the paintings that are featured on my site have now gone to new forever homes, and are being truely loved , I now have a wall in an amazing little coffee shop you must visit if you are close by …

The blossoms are out

Today, the blossoms are out, it’s the beginning of September, and its finally spring in Australia, It’s a day for new beginnings, the sun is warm, and life begins to unwind, unraveling, taking a big stretch and return, after a long winter, Its like the world is taking a big deep breathe . A few years ago, I started to paint, I had no idea where it would lead me, or the lessons and places I would go, I certainly never dreamed I would be here today . I have …

Creating tip sheet

Creating can be messy, complicated, and scary, Show up anyway. There is no right and no wrong way to create, So Be Curious, Be Brave, You are enough. 13 tiny pleasures that will encourage your creative spirit. – Walk on the grass (with bare feet) – Sit in Silence and focus on Breathing from your core. – Go to an art Gallery – Create a relaxation play list and listen to it. – Go to the beach or a location near water by yourself – Attend a Yoga /Meditation class …

creating space

When I started to create art, I realized the importance of having a space, making art, allowing your creative process to flow is an honour, it is a space where you can connect, to lean into your whole self and to be present To do this , it is important to create a ritual and a physical space, giving permission to claim art making as sacred and important. It doesn’t have to be big and lavish, or even a permanent space, I have met artists who create amazingness from under …

Arting- quieting the loud

I always thought there was a special power, a talent that you needed to have to create “art”, or to become an artist. To be able to use special tools like a brush, or a palette knife, to create something that then touches someone’s heart. Then a few years ago, I was in a loud world, where nothing was making sense, the walls were moving, life was spinning, people were leaving the planet, and that wasn’t supposed to be the plan, my heart was broken.  I couldn’t hear for the …