The waves came in, in sets of monstrous rolling mountains building to peaks teetering, vying for the front lip,  then forming white crests that raced over the edge to tumble in an avalanche of rounded leaping foam. Meeting the rock ledge to burst into white spray then flop into disparate wash.  Bouncing along behind, another and another and another, colliding cascading over the wall and into sudden rapids and wild white water, everything suddenly awash and speeding ripping rippling down the terraces and channels and rills and sloshing at the edges. Collectives of seabirds clustered on the largest rock, point tails to the wind, heads tucked under or shaking feathers dry. 
I'm back 'in the studio'!
Out on the cemetery headland today trying to find and follow my elusive free hand and joyful eye... watching constantly for the tricks of my mental trappings and ingrained habit... re-learning how to play and simultaneously be true to my experience


Recent adventures

I am back from taking twelve days to step right away from my life on the coast. I flew to Alice Springs and joined a group of artists and writers on a retreat to the heart of the Australia. We camped for a week in the East Macdonnells, in a remote river valley, at Ruby Gap.

Slept at night in a swag under a naked sky,  to be woken with birdsong, and verses from the Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayam sung out from the camp kitchen by the camp host, under the fiery glow on the escarpment which features sheer walls and folded rocks. Each day I struggled with unfamiliar media, gouache, watercolour, oil crayons and pastels, so different from the rich vibrant versatile oils I'm used to. I fought with the paint and paper, took risks and scraped it off, tried and failed. Only towards the end of the camp did I feel my hand connecting with my eye, find enjoyment in the process, rediscover freedom in precise yet loose marks, touch the centre, begin to find the elusive something in painting that I love.

My beginnings

I escaped home and school to go to art college in my mid-teens then left suburban life and the city. I continued painting - it's in my blood. I had my first exhibition of paintings in Leichhardt, Sydney in 1989, when I was pregnant with my first child, and sold most of them. Painting took a back seat for a while, with occasional opportunities to work at it intensively and then to exhibit. Now my children are stretching their wings, and I am cleaning my brushes, wondering what direction my work will take next...

My interest in the natural world, capacity for physical work, and sense of design led me into garden design. My sense of community and care for the environment has led me to many causes and to teaching English to migrants, refugees and tertiary students.