These paintings explore the objects and feelings caught between an overseas move and its aftermath. A recycled milk bottle turned makeshift water bottle, belongings flung everywhere. The moment of change is trapped in a state of ironic beauty. Above, vast empty space.
Then, as we experience and grow, we learn to stitch each trace of ourselves, learn to nourish ourselves. Now, this milk bottle on the breakfast table can become a new character in our narrative.
Now where? (right) Here for now. (left) installed
Now where? Oil, oil bar, oil pastel on linen. 141 x 188cm 2024
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Here For now. Oil, oil bar, oil pastel, stitched cellulose (tracing) paper, varnish, plaster, foam on canvas 141 x 188cm 2024
Colours drift into the window from every place passed by,
past lives greet each other in the car boot,
objects in the same bag.
And when we stop?
Colours pour out,
this moment of calm envelops our feet, our heads, our feelings.
Sand fills the space where sense loses value
an hour by the beach between hours of driving.
Each object as displaced as our own limbs,
stretched compressed, moulded
to fill the latest “fresh start”.
It’s in this liminal space that we are ourselves.
An accumulation of stories and experiences
with no audience to perform for.
Objects we bring with us a ghost of context,
a chance at a coherent story.
2024
