A House Of My Own $1280
Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!
And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house - house of my own -
Out of the wind's and the rain's way."
Padriac Colum 1898
45x45. Comes Framed.
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
Still of a Winters night $910
"In the still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door....
45x45cm with frame.
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.
Clifftop Dreaming $910
The majestic Bouddi National Park has many beautiful cliff walks where tessellated rock formations make one gasp in wonder at the raw power of nature.
The crashing waves, circling gulls and even a glimpse of our graceful, gentle humpback giant, gives me plenty of inspiration for my work.
Acrylic and Ink on board.
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."
"Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
So Sailors say—on yesterday—
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up its strife
And gurgled down and down. Emily Dickinson 1898
Mixed Media on canvas.
Rocked to sleep by the Sea $1380
“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea,
see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops,
bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings,
saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams,
the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones,
whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.”
Dylan Thomas: 1942
Acrylic on board 45x60cm
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;'
Acrylic on wide edge canvas.
The Moon is Lonely in the Sky $1080
Before the glare o’ dawn I rise
To milk the sleepy cows, an’ shake
The droving dust from tired eyes.
I set the rabbit traps, then bake
The children’s bread.
There’s hay to stook, an’ beans to hoe,
Ferns to cut i’ th’ scrub below;
Women must work, when men must go
Shearing from shed to shed.
I patch an’ darn, now evening comes,
An’ tired I am with labour sore,
Tired o’ the bush, the cows, the gums,
Tired, but must dree for long months more
What no tongue tells.
The moon is lonely in the sky
Bewitching Eyre $1330
"Beneath that sun
he could paint the dry rivers and
flick across the membrane of the earth,
( thin, drawn as rabbit gut)
colours matched to the memory of a Ming Dynasty vase
( a light blue, white and brown)
search for seeds and speckled eggs
and other patterns so long hidden,
On the needless, thick papered surface
of that salt flat
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
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 Secret of the Sea $860
"Ah! What pleasant visions haunt me,
As I gaze upon the Sea,
All the old romantic legends,
All my dreams, come back to me.
Sails of silk and ropes of saddle,
Such as gleam in ancient lore,
And the singing of the Sailors,
And the answer from the shore.
My soul is full of longing
For the secret of the sea,
And the heart of the great Ocean,
Sends a thrilling pulse through me."
By H. Wadsworth Longfellow. 1860
40x40cm ink and acrylic on cradle board.
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
Shadow box frame
Mist Rollin' In. $860
Looking very Scottish and inspired by one of my favourite songs.
Acrylic on board.
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.
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.....
Fairyland $ 990
I refuse to NOT believe in fairies and as I was painting this, fancied I could see them dancing along the grassy, flowery path.
And here is a lovely old poem by William Shakespeare.
“Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through briar,
Over park, over pale.
Through flood, through fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moons sphere,
And I do serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green........
The Ladder of Iron $1330
If toil and trouble and pain are found
Twisted and corded to form each round,
If rusted iron or moldering wood
Is the fragile frame, you must make it good
You must build it over and fashion it strong,
Though the task be as hard as your life is long;
For up this ladder the pathway leads
To earthly pleasures and spirit needs,
For all that may come in another way
Shall be but illusion and will not stay.
In useless effort, then, waste no time;
Rebuild your ladder, and climb and climb.
Ever On $1330
“Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
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 journey new begin........
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.....
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.....
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.
Mull of Kintyre $1480
Mull of Kintyre.
And once again Thankyou my old radio station. Who could not love this song? Written by Paul, so he never forgot High Park Farm where this was written.....I’m sure it looks nothing like my painting but it was going round in my head as I worked. “Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Far have I traveled and much have I seen
Darkest of mountains with valleys of green..........
The Old Stone House $1850
“Nothing on the grey roof,
nothing on the brown,
Only a little greening,
where the rain drips down;
Nobody at the window,
nobody at the door,
Only a little hollow,
which a foot once wore;
But still I tread on tiptoe,
still tiptoe on I go,
Past nettle, porch and weedy well,
for oh, I know
A friendless face is peering,
and a clear still eye
Peeps closely through the casement
as my step goes by.”
Walter de la Mare 1884
Autumn Fires $490
“In the other gardens,
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires,
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over,
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall.”
Robert Louis Stevenson.
Acrylics on board.
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
The Meg $1080
What lurks beneath those calm salty waters we swim in. Do not watch “The Meg” or you may never dip your toes into the ocean again. 😉 lots of texture in this mixed Media piece.
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
Ghosts of the Ocean $1080
After watching an Attenborough film about these abandoned predators which silently ensnare marine animals, I decided to paint this.
It’s such a global problem, and with the advent of synthetic nets, their insatiable hunger lasts for hundreds of years.
Maiming, drowning or simply starving our beautiful creatures of the sea as they float around in the oceans currents.........an invisible disaster.
Mixed Media and Inks on board with professional framing
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.
Words of Wisdom from a tree $660
“Feel the wind and the sun, And delight in their presence, Look up at the moon that shines down upon you, And the mystery of the stars at night. Seek nourishment from the good things in life, Simple pleasures, earth, fresh air, light. Be content with your natural beauty. Drink plenty of water. Let your limbs sway and dance in the breezes, Be flexible
Remember your roots.....Enjoy the view and give thanks”.
W:45xH:60cm plus frame