Monthly Archives: January 2013

Life on the other side of the camera

me

This was supposed to be a blog about the end of the exhibition, with a photographic showcasing of all the exhibition pieces…but as you can see, it’s not. (technical glitches…) So, it’s just me, caught on camera by my kids.

Its not very often that I am on this end of the camera, much preferring to be the photographer rather than the subject. But, this photo was taken by one of my two younger children and I thought it captured quite well what they see. There’s no make up, no hairstyling, no fancy clothes or house styling…just me, being me. Its refreshingly honest.

So, this is me now. As viewed from a 3 year old or possibly 7 year old.

My ONE exhibition is finished. I have had several international, national and local sales of my images and tons of positive feedback. Who knows what this year holds?? I hope you continue to carry on this journey with me. I love your support, advice, comments and the inspiration I get from your own stories and creative journeys.


Diamonds by the lakeside…

taking down the lights

The stunning display of lights through our city park over the summer has ended for another year and today contractors were busy taking down all the lights.

This installation of white diamonds was previously hanging overhead as you walked across the bridge over the lake. They were really lovely. But today they had been taken down from overhead, but not yet taken away.

I thought they looked quite stunning just hanging like a diamond necklace off the bridge, all shimmering white in the sunshine and beautiful against the lake waters.


Guardian of the sea, watching over the sentinal

sentinal of the sentinal

This image is part of the current exhibition, entitled “Sentinel of the sea”. You can see next to the image is the blog post about the “Sentinel” (a historic shipping marker), seemingly standing guard over the cliff top, facing out to sea.

To my surprise several people at the exhibition have pointed out the “face” in the tree next to the shipping marker. Once you spot it, its hard to miss.

I like to think its a guardian. A keeper of the secrets and stories of the harbour. A face endlessly looking out to sea, eternally keeping watch and hoping for safe passage.

Sometimes photography captures unexpected things. Let me know if you spot the face.


Encountering the light…

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lights abstract

They could be blurry accidental photos of coloured lights, or carefully orchestrated images of light play against darkness. They could be considered as technical errors or as a striking example of abstract, imaginative, emotive, or creative spontaneity.

To me, they are just beautiful.

There are no accidents in my world.


beach flowers…

flower in december

A beach flower…so vivid and brilliant. It was just growing along a fence line between public and private property, spreading out onto the footpath, on a quiet street heading toward the sea. The flower fully facing toward the north – seeking the sun not wilting in the heat, embracing the salt laden air, the harsh sea winds and endless salty spray… as if to say, bring it on and see us thrive!

Beauty amongst the toughest conditions…I think so.


Unfinished business up close and personal

close up of the cross

Here is a close up of my most recent painting – Unfinished Business. This is what you would see if you stood in front of it and looked at the very large, textured, mostly black painting of a cross, at my current exhibition.

If you touched it, you would feel the texture of paint layered on and dragged across the canvas… You might wonder why a cross? You might jump to a simple conclusion, rightly or wrongly. You might take a clue from the title. Or not. What unfinished business exactly? Whose unfinished business? Mine? Everyone’s? No-one’s? You might wonder if it is to do with a relationship (good or bad) with God or if it is a comment on Religion. You might wonder what it all means. Or not.

Crosses are an ancient symbol, used through all ages and by many cultures, although Christianity has certainly largely claimed the cross as its own. There are many forms from a simple cross to elaborate ones such as the Celtic cross and other variations of the cross from many cultures, religions and histories.

The simple cross is also an age-old symbol for a tree…which I rather like, given my abundant photography of and adoration of trees.

I like to speculate that two sticks bound together in a cross like fashion must have been one of the very earliest signs in human existence. Maybe once, when humans did dwell in caves and walked the earth like nomads, it meant “we are here”, or “you are safe here”. Maybe to find a cross was to know you were nearly home or maybe it was given as a token of love or for good luck? Or maybe a simple cross has always been associated with the dead, death, grief and loss? I don’t honestly know.

Maybe these are all ideas swirling through my subconscious? I like abstract for the very reason that what you see in a painting, is WHAT YOU SEE. No one else will see what you see.

Someone who looks at it in the future may have a much better understanding or a more insightful interpretation than I. Or maybe it will just speak to someone. Maybe that’s the ‘unfinished business’?

unfinished business

ps..This very large painting is exhibited (and for sale) at the RealTART Gallery, New Plymouth, New Zealand until Feb 1 2013. Pop in and see it if you get a chance and tell me what unfinished business meant to you .


Can’t see the forest for the trees…

forest trees

When we can’t see the forest for the trees, that’s when we should step back and really take in the view. Stop, look up, listen for the birds and touch a tree. Take a walk down a different path. Like this one for example.


On not running away with the silver…

forks 2013

A big part of my art/writing is about finding beauty in everyday and ordinary places and noticing what I call “the small stuff”. There is nowhere more unassuming than a cutlery drawer in an old house where I uncovered an odd collection of old silver forks, knives and spoons casually mixed up with a mish-mash of stainless steel and plastic handled cutlery. I grabbed the old silver, and no, I did not run, but rather, I set about photographing it, in such a way as too showcase it’s inherent beauty. I love that it is used on a daily basis and not stored away; that it is beaten, tarnished and the once legible initials have nearly worn off. Such beauty.


Twinkling lights and fairy dust…

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FOL 2013 image 8

FOL 2013 image 3

FOL 2013 image 1

These are some images from our city’s Festival of the Lights. A very special park in our city centre, all dressed up with sparkling lights for the summer. Simply add music and events each night, soak up the atmosphere and you have a wonderful summer evening experience. I hope I have captured some of the magic.


A dance on the dark side…

my interpretation framed

The dance of light and dark, movement and stillness. A fleeting but captured moment.

This image captures all that I love about abstract art. I can imagine it as a huge printed image hung on a massive wall on the side of a building. Maybe one day it will be….who knows?

It is a photograph. It is an image. It is abstract. It is real. I love it. It speaks to me of stories of love and loss, fleeting glances and chance encounters. Risk, passion and betrayal. Darkness and finding light.


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