Veil Painting
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Between The Veils
A misty sky, and mysterious orbs rolling in deep water…
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Sacred Feathers
A deconstructed dream-catcher, sending out only the most hopeful and inspired dreams into the world…
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Stories She Tells
She told herself
She was at home in the woods…
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In My Bubble
This piece honours the magic of geometry found in the natural world, the conjoining shapes evoking a vibrant floral energy of petals and stamen…
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Lady In Red
When all seemed desperate and destroyed, suddenly a lift of her skirt…
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Dream Flight
Did this little girl fall asleep while reading her book? …
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I’ve always had a strong bond, even almost an obsession, with just about every animal I meet…
Between The Veils
A misty sky, and mysterious orbs rolling in deep water. When the veils between the objective world and the beyond are thin, and your eyes can perceive the unseen, deep knowledge and comfort can be found. There is nothing to fear.
Sacred Feathers
In this watercolour veil painting, areas were masked off during initial colour glazes to form lighter geometric bands erupting from the centre. In my mind these resembled different feather structures, so details were painted in and outlined in metallic rose gold. The result is a deconstructed dream-catcher, sending out only the most hopeful and inspired dreams into the world
Stories She Tells
She told herself
She was at home in the woods
Tucked amongst the trees and rocks
What more should she want
Than the cold comfort found in solitude
Shadowed by her silent guardians
Still, her gaze would travel through the span
And find the cozy cottage across the land
But the distance appeared too great
Too far to travel beyond her sheltering gates
So she stayed, wistfully waiting
Under the changing skies
And watched the beckoning lights come on
One by one
Inside
In My Bubble
A combination of watercolour veil painting overlayered with metallic copper paint in geometric designs, this piece honours the magic of geometry found in the natural world, the conjoining shapes evoking a vibrant floral energy of petals and stamen, emphasized by the organic and feathered outlines
Lady In Red
When all seemed desperate and destroyed, suddenly a lift of her skirt and a wisp of wind. She has found her wings and is soaring high above the burning fires.
Dream Flight
Did this little girl fall asleep while reading her book? Was she swept into the dream world by a gigantic powdery moth? Or is she a character in the book she is reading, come to life? The magical in-between spaces call to her: sleeping & waking, imagining & dreaming, wishing & manifesting
Life is Magic
I’ve always had a strong bond, even almost an obsession, with just about every animal I meet. When I was a little girl, my best friends were all different sorts of creatures, whom I trusted and admired unfailingly, and who I tried to protect from the bigger, scary human world around us.
In times where we think the worst, or maybe expect the worst of those around us, it can help to remember that the world IS magic – none of what is happening makes any sense, and the world in which we live could be nothing more than a figment of our collective imagination. It’s either total randomness and chance or nothing is random. I choose to believe the latter; nothing is chance and nothing is impossible. Lifting an ancient, barnacled blue whale by balloons so he can experience the world above the surface makes my inner child gasp with delight. And that is as real as anything else.