Throughout my late twenties and early thirties I was fortunate enough to help with the art practice of many different people. This included the organisations Kith n Kin and The Endeavour Foundation. Both experiences gave me teaching and learning opportunities in the promotion of creative expression for its members. Another organization which promoted and focused on the ' ability in disability' was The Mental Illness Fellowship NQ or MIF for short. Although I volunteered here
I took a break from art in my early twenties and focused on an education degree. It was sometime after this that I followed through on my intent to paint again. I was full of doubt and fear. Would I be good enough? Would I be as good as art school?. Instead I pushed these negative mutterings and feelings away and started to paint. It was a small canvas, the subject matter a Buddhist /spiritual figure bowing its head with a sacred crown of red triangles. The colours were beaut
Lellow is what I called the colour ( yellow) from the youngest of ages. When I expressed myself in that way I was really describing a multifaceted experience. The warmth and beauty of the sun. The essence of sunlight to enliven the world even my pure love of the colour its self. It was/is happiness, hope, wonder, joy..... to me. It summed up everything beautiful and innocent about being a child. For some reason it has remained a constant in my paintings with many people remar
When painting I see flashes of colour and I always follow this divine inspiration/guidance. Following my intuition is a way of life for me and my art is another expression of this. When writing poetry it's words which materialize in my consciousness. Both practices allow me to spontaneously pour my creative experiences and inspiration into a new creation.