Out of the fire. Pop up show, held online due to restrictions at Central Goldfields Art Gallery October 2020.
While in Portugal in 2018, I was caught in the catastrophic bushfires that ravaged the country around the town of Pedrogao Grande, north of Lisbon, and killed 69 people. Four months after returning home my mother passed away. This is a selection of works produced in the following months and some new works created in 2020.
Fountains burst forth and fecund plants grow out of fire. Lost loved ones visit me in my dreams and ignite ancient lights; a statue gazes lasciviously at a brilliantly polished table. I spend my time between night and day, life and death. My worlds burn brightly, smothered by luscious greenery and bright coloured snails. I am thrilled and horrified; I am spilling desire.
Fountains burst forth and fecund plants grow out of fire. Lost loved ones visit me in my dreams and ignite ancient lights; a statue gazes lasciviously at a brilliantly polished table. I spend my time between night and day, life and death. My worlds burn brightly, smothered by luscious greenery and bright coloured snails. I am thrilled and horrified; I am spilling desire.
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We were dead and you didn't notice II, 2020
private collection pastel & ink on primed paper 1630 x 1220mm framed |
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The light is more important than the lantern, 2019
(not professionally documented) private collection charcoal & ink on primed paper 655 x 280mm framed |
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