Meg Lewer Artist - Art For Sale

Welcome to my art gallery. This is a selection of my recent works and are currently available.

All Paintings are sent to you in a beautiful and professional timber frame with a choice of blonde or charcoal limewash wood, a 10cm white matt with perspex for safe packaging.

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Whispered Secrets of the Sea Whilst in Cornwall recently , I walked along seawalls dotted with fishermen cottages that were hundreds of years old. so beautiful and untouched. “The little fishing village seemed to sleep, Nestling its head against the rock strewn hill, Along whose earthy sides the brown-backed sheep Cropped the low grass, and wandered at their will" Mixed Media on board 45x45cm	Wisdom of Sea and Sky Wandering down the narrow alleys and seawalls in Cornwall, with their twisted stairs, ladders, hooks, crab pots, weathered old posts and staring at the beautiful patina on ancient stone walls, I know I love every crevice of those tiny coastal villages. “I must go down to the little grey port that watches the western sea, And wander again in the winding street that climbs the windy hill, There I shall find in a jasmined porch a door set wide for me, There I shall have my will."	The Old Ones $1580 THE exquisite tumble of megaliths we call Stonehenge is burnt into the world’s consciousness. It’s a monument to mystery, to human achievement — and the passage of time itself. Mixed media on board H60xW45cm
Twisted Memories $1280 There is a beautiful Park in Swan Hill, where the tangled roots of gums are exposed in the middle of the river. Late afternoon sun and the raucous cries of white cockatoos spun magic as I sat painting. Acrylic on board 45x45cm	Come Back To Me $1380 "Come back to me, little dancing feet that roam the wide world o'er, I long for the lilt of your flying steps in my silent rooms once more; Come back to me, little voices gay with laughter and with song, Come back, little hearts beating high with hopes, I have missed and mourned you long. My roses bloom in my garden walks all sweet and wet with the dew, My lights shine down on the long hill road the waning twilights through.....45x60cm	Echoes are Calling $1380 By channels of coolness the echoes are calling, And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling; It lives in the mountain where moss and the sedges Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges. Through brakes of the cedar and sycamore bowers Struggles the light that is love to the flowers. And, softer than slumber, and sweeter than singing, The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing. Henry Kendall H60xW45cm Acrylic and Ink on wood
The Boab Legend $1380 “There where the red plain stretches to the river And the bank is furrowed by flood and the feet of the herds Where acacias dip to the changing brink of the water And the age-old rocks are the preening place of birds, You had borne and shed the fruit of your countless seasons From fortunate seed to tree of mighty girth Where the dream-folk met sometimes for the fore-telling In chanted treasure of a race more bold Than they - pale skinned - the conquerors of earth. Mary Durack W45xH60cm	Twas a Trackless Desert $1580 "Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam To fare away far away, far away from home. He had eaten all his breakfast, and he had his Ma's consent To see what he should chance to see; and here's the way he went....... He reached a dreadful desert that was feet and feet across. 'Twas a dry, deserted desert, and a trackless land to tread, He wished that he was home again and tucked-up tight in bed..... H60xW45 Ink and Acrylic on Board.	The Tattered Bunch $1280 Received some beautiful flowers recently tied with a wide hessian ribbon and thought to incorporate it into an artwork adding texture and interest. Such a shame flowers wilt and die but my painting will remember them. W45xH60cm Acrylic and fibre on wood
Bonny Bunch $1330 Australia has gorgeous native flowers especially during springtime. Wrapped in hessian and bunched together they outlast any others from the flower shop. W45xH60cm Acrylic and fibre on wood.	Misty Mountain Hue $1280 "When I was just a little girl I painted soaring seagulls, In a dawning sky of duck-egg blue. I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies, A red cottage with square shaped windows, A misty mountain with a purple hue. All my fields were evergreen, With flowers falling like confetti in between. A rising sun in molten gold so bright, With shifting leaves along a riverside. W45xH60cm plus frame Inks on board.	Engulfed by Endless Solitude $1330 "How wonderful it is to sit completely alone by the sea under an overcast sky, gazing out over the endless expanse of water. It is essential that one has come there just for this reason, and that one has to return. That one would like to go over the sea but cannot; that one misses any sign of life, and yet one senses the voice of life in the rush of the water, in the blowing of the wind, in the drifting of the clouds, in the lonely cry of the birds... H60xW45. Comes framed
The Lonely Pier $1500 The lonely pier posts at the Wye River beach are witness to twenty turbulent years of timber milling at Wye River and Separation Creek a hundred years ago. A huge mill cut and supplied Blue Gum to South Wharf in Melbourne, however, nature intervened on this very wild coast, the jetty was washed away and the mill stranded. Now the weathered pier posts, almost forgotten in the pretty coastal landscape, are a lonely reminder of Wye River’s sawmilling past. H90xW60cm on wide edge canvas.	Waterhole Dreaming $1280 "I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, and laugh as I pass in thunder." PercyShelly Bassey. 60x60cm acrylic	The House on the Heath $1330 "When I am old, Give me for heaven a little house set on a heath; The blue hills behind; the blue sea before. The brick floors scoured crimson, the flagstones like snow; The brass taps and candlesticks like gold, And there, in my soft grey gown between the holly-hocks, Upon a day of days I would welcome an old poet; And pour him tea, and walk on the heath, and talk the sun down;' Flora Thompson...1891 Acrylic on wide edge canvas. 60x60cm
Gnamma Dreaming $1330 After watching a Discovery Story on Gold mining in Australia, I was intrigued by the Gnamma holes. A gnamma is a deep narrow hole in a granite outcrop that acts like a natural water tank, holding water that is replenished from stores in underground decomposed rock and run-off. A gnamma was often a more important and welcome find to early prospectors desperate for water than the sight of gold itself. Prospectors give accounts of spending more time looking for water than for the gold.	Bramble Jam $1280 "A little old woman, As old as could be, Picked the ripe berries From bush and tree. Then in a clearing She made a fire, Piling the dry sticks Higher and higher; And at the top Of the crackling pile, She put her gallipot On to boil, Sugar and fruit She boiled for hours, Till the juice set red As peony-flowers; And all the next morning The Little Folks ran With pursefuls of money To buy pots of jam." by Irene F. Pawsey 1935 60x60cm Acrylic on Cradleboard.	The Silver Apples of the Moon $1280 "I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout...... Ill walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun." BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS... Oils on Cradle Board..60x60cm
Splendid is the Seed $960 "Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed. To and fro they went Thro' my garden bower, And muttering discontent Cursed me and my flower. Then it grew so tall It wore a crown of light, But thieves from o'er the wall Stole the seed by night. Sow'd it far and wide By every town and tower, Till all the people cried, 'Splendid is the flower! ' Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed	The Cottages of Lost Play $860 "The air was neither night or day, But faintly dark with softest light, When first there glimmered into sight.... The Cottage of Lost Play. 'Twas builded very very old White, and thatched with straws of gold, And pierced with peeping lattices That looked toward the sea; And why it was Tomorrow came And with his grey hand led us back; And why we never found the same Old cottage, or the magic track That leads between a silver sea....... Acrylic on Board 40x40cm Shadow box frame	Mist Rollin' In. $860 Looking very Scottish and inspired by one of my favourite songs. Acrylic on board. 40x40cm Shadow box frame.
Caitlins Memory $750 Way, way, way down in the very bottom of NewZealand live the bent and twisted coastal trees at Slope point, the most southern point in the South Island. The Roaring Forties, howling up from the Antarctica torture the Macrocarpas and turn them into knotted, eerie, twisted prehistoric growths. 45x 45 Oil on board.	Confetti Flowers $1330 "When I was just a little girl I painted soaring seagulls, In a dawning sky of duck-egg blue. I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies, A red cottage with square shaped windows, A misty mountain with a purple hue. All my fields were evergreen, With flowers falling like confetti in between. A rising sun in molten gold so bright, With shifting leaves along a riverside. As such was life, Carefree and beautiful as dreams. Charmaine Chircop.	The Lighted Inn $1180 "The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it joins some larger way, Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say. The Road goes ever on and on Out from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone. Let others follow, if they can! Let them a journety new begin. But I at last with weary feet Will turn towards the lighted inn.....
The Crying Wind $1280 O, to have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and all! The heaped up sods against the fire, The pile of turf against the wall! To have a clock with weights and chains And pendulum swinging up and down! A dresser filled with shining delph, Speckled and white and blue and brown! I could be busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, And fixing on their shelf again My white and blue and speckled store!	Spirit of Autumn $1280 "I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seen Of meadow flowers and butterflies In summers that have been Of yellow leaves and gossamer In autumns that there were With morning mist and silver sun And wind upon my hair I sit beside the fire and think Of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring That I shall ever see..... Tolkien	Down in the Grasses $1280 “Down in the grasses Where the grasshoppers hop And the katydids quarrel And the flutter-moths flop -- Down in the grasses Where the beetle goes "plop" An old withered fairy Keeps a second-hand shop. She sells lost thimbles For Fairy milk pails And burnt-out matches For fence posts and rails. She sells stray marbles To bowl on the green, And bright scattered beads For the crown of the queen. Mixed Media W:60xH:40 Frame adds another 20cm
Come Away $1780 "Come away, white man , come away. Come away in the fading light. Stop watching the flight of nocturnal bird, For surely you’ve heard the dark people say, It’s madness to stay, In this Hidden Valley tonight..... In the Valley, the wind whistles all night long, Taps branches and whistles a clip clap song. That the dead sang so well, Then it sighs. As it whispers a Dreamtime spell, Called up from the depths of an ancient well, Of wisdom and long lost ritual..... Neroli Roberts.	Few were the Stars. $1680 I love Tolkien......this poem reminds me of 'Twas the night before Christmas. “It was early and still in the night of June, And few were the stars, and far was the moon, The drowsy trees drooping, and silently creeping Shadows woke under them while they were sleeping. I stole to the window with stealthy tread Leaving my white and unpressed bed; And something alluring, aloof and queer, Like perfume of flowers from the shores of the mere..... 60x60cm	Purple Snow $1480 Did you know that, years ago, a hospital on the North Shore gave jacaranda seedlings to new mothers. According to the legend they were encouraged to plant the seedling and watch it grow along with their child. Consequently hundreds of the trees bloom in Sydney's north at this time of the year. Here are some old cottages under Jacaranda Trees blooming for Christmas. Mixed Media on Board: H: 60x W: 40cm Charcoal or Blonde wood frame. Adds 15cm to size.
Fairy Footprints $750.00 “Thus in each flower and simple bell, That in our path untrodden lie, Are sweet rememberences who tell, How fast the winged moments fly. Time will steal on with ceaseless pace, Yet lose we not the fleeting hours, Who still their fairy footsteps trace, As light they dance among the flowers.....” Charlotte Turner Swift 1749. 45x45cm. acrylic on board with frame	NGATU STICKS $1480 So I was in Tonga last week and took a photo from the Esplanade in Nuku’alofa of bony, wobbly sticks stretching out to sea. Thinking they had a fishing purpose but I’m told from a good source they are actually the fibrous bark/ sticks that are softened in the seawater, then beaten with a hammer to make the special Ngatu mats. They made a lovely photo and here is my painting memory of them. 60x60cm plus frame	On Kileys Run $1480 “I see the old bush homestead now On Kiley’s Run, Just nestled down beneath the brow, Of one small ridge above the sweep Of river flat, Where willows weep And jasmine flowers and roses bloom, The air was laden with perfume, On Kiley’s Run......." 60x60cm plus frame
The spell of the Yukon $1480 BY ROBERT W. SERVICE “I wanted the gold, and I sought it; I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it; I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold, and I got it— Came out with a fortune last fall,— Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it, And somehow the gold isn’t all. I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim;	Flowers in my Nest $1080 Did you know Early American Natives and settlers used Hydrangeas to remove “gravel” from the bladder and as a tonic or laxative. Also known as ‘seven barks’ due to the many different colours of its peeling skins.! However most hydrangeas contain cyanide and can be dangerous. These blooms are looking pretty happy in their new home. 60x60cm plus frame.