Category Archives: waves

Forever…

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It was a wild and windy day today and down by the Port the rain was horizontal. Bleak and blustery. But I smiled when I saw the word painted on the breakwater.

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The weight of water.

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A new painting. Titled “The weight of water”

Inspired by the black sand, the blue sea and the light shifting on both, where I live.

I hope you like it.

Some close up images below….close up 3close up 2close up new painting


Rock of ages…

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The cliffs around this part of the country are old. Not ancient perhaps, as we are after all a relatively new country in the wider scheme of land formation and the like. But the rocks are old still and they are beaten daily by the relentless tides, winds and weather. They have a primitive, raw feeling about them and you feel as though you might be the very first person to touch them.

It’s a surreal feeling to find yourself on an isolated beach…just you, the rocky cliff face and the sea moving toward you. You feel momentarily like an explorer, a discoverer of new lands. You feel powerful and exhilarated and as you look at the huge cliffs and endless sea, somehow also strangely tiny and irrelevant.


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Good Friday. A public holiday. A beach. Perfection.


Summer days are long but the year is short…

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Summer doesn’t get any better than a nice summer hot of 31 degrees (Celsius), a cloudless sky, a golden sandy beach, the bluest sea, white lazy waves and a chalky white island in the distance…

I have been back in Hawkes Bay on the eastern side of New Zealand. This image is from the breathtakingly gorgeous Waimarama Beach.

Lazy summer days are great for relaxing and recharging…but one can only relax for so long and I have found myself itching to get back to my city base and get going with loads of ideas for another book, an exhibition and setting up my own gallery this year…!

 

 

 

 

 


Catching spindrift…

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It was really blowing! The wind howled, the gusts were enough to blow you over, deck chairs went flying down the street…and at sea, the white caps stretching as far out to the horizon as one could see. The spindrift…. airborne white spray fans creating spectacular wind patterns across the waves. Windy, wild weather at sea.


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