This diptych was originally intended to be two separate works, but it suddenly struck me last night like a diamond between the eyes: The Twins! They have to be together forever!
These panels were inspired by a sketch I did on the Staten http://healthsavy.com Island ferry, while visiting New York in 1988. I nearly got collared by a member of New York’s finest for firing up a smoke on the ferry.
“The Twins”, diptych, two acrylic on linen panels, each 48 x 36″, 2017.
Way back in 1990, I was exploring a random, almost automatic process of drawing, pioneered by the legendary media personality Mr. Squiggle.
One of the works I produced at this time was a mixed-media picture on paper, “Menagerie”, which has been hanging in my bedroom for more years than I care to remember.
Recently I revisited this theme, and the result can be seen here.
“Feral”, 36 x 48″, acrylic on linen, 2017.
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Research goes on to discover ways to protect our native species, but it is a race against time.
Imagine an Australia where the koala has become extinct in the wild. It is a terrifying prospect. Nothing less than a quantum shift in the way we view the environment in which we live is needed to ensure the survival of those species that we have not already destroyed.
“I Just Don’t Know What to Do with Myself” is a song written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David. The version I grew up with was sung by Dusty Springfield, but a later generation is probably more familiar with the version by the White Stripes.
I listened to my great friend Camila singing this song everyday for about a year. When she posted a captivating, slightly mysterious selfie on social media, an idea was hatched in my creative soul…
The process of coming up with an image like this is largely subconscious and automatic on my part, but after the fact I often recognize sub-text, meanings between the marks and lines.
Everybody relates to a work of art in their own way, and this http://premier-pharmacy.com/product-category/hair-loss/ experience can result from all that has gone before in their lives, even from the womb. Yes, researchers have discovered that babies react to music that they heard through the veil of amniotic fluid, even before they were born.
So, your mileage may vary, but for me this picture is about location, dislocation, migration, and a certain feeling of statelessness.
“I Just Don’t Know (what to do with myself)”, 48 x 36″, acrylic on poly/cotton*, 2017.
*Wright and Co. Ultra Smooth Pro Series 12 oz poly/cotton, gallery quality, the superior choice for a painting in this style.
“Fisho’s, Torquay”, eight years in the making… sold in March, 2017, and I am very pleased that it is going to a collector with a very deep and personal connection to Fisherman’s Beach. Mahalo.
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Waves break down a coral reef, somewhere in the South Pacific. This 2017 painting of the surf is inspired by a pastel sketch I did while visiting the southern http://www.buyambienmed.com coast of Savaii, Samoa.
There is only a small sliver of sand to be seen.
This little painting is already with a collector, but I hope to tackle this subject again, perhaps on a larger scale.
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Whale Beach has never been an easy place to go for a surf.
First of all, you have to do actually get there, and if the traffic on Barrenjoey Road doesn’t kill you, then out-of-control sports cars and motorbikes on the Bilgola Bends most certainly will.
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