Just For A Moment

She hasn't gone anywhere, only far enough to hear herself again, and the ones she loves are still there when she turns around.

A woman in pink sits alone at the right edge of a great rounded hill, a single cockatoo beside her, a pale moon low in the blue sky. Across on the far side stand two small figures with a birdcage between them, close but not close enough to reach. The hill itself turns inward in a slow swirl of orange, deep blue, green and white, and below it the golden trees are crowded with sulphur crested cockatoos while swallows cut across the open air. An original acrylic painting on board, ready to hang.

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I grew up in a house that smelled of oil paint, watching my father work without ever being taught. Thirty years on, my paintings stand on loose, accidental grounds, half accident, half intention, made somewhere in the middle where the paint and I meet. That middle is where the series takes its name: The Middle Country. My cockatoos and figures are all one thing, my family, painted over and over in a glowing landscape, with the conviction that real happiness comes from within. Painting full time since 1998, Brisbane, Australia.