Inherited Garden

The gardens we inherit.

Patience, darling, in the dark,
mother’s planting fathers snark.
Ancients line your rust and blood,
placating family, built in mud.
Growing, finding, feeling, tremor
breaks the surface, sings in tenor.
Am I in you? You, in me?
Reaching roots, the family tree.
Weeds will grow here, mind confusion,
garden paths twist to occlusion.
Where the wax steps call me upward;
blood moon waning unobstructed.
In our garden water wisely,
trust your minds eye, timid, blindly;
tiny gods in ground all ushered
to the surface, flowering mustard.
Faith in Mother, faith in self,
step into body, fill with delph.

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Based in Canberra, living, loving and working on Ngunnawal land.

I paint the female form, abstract florals, enjoy busy doodling, and have a a deep interest in female stories, iconography and representation of the divine feminine in art and life. I also write whimsical, silly poems.

I bring my pieces together in layers, building complexity and pouring myself into everything I create.

I bloody love art, I love creating and bringing pieces to life from inside my brain. The joy I feel when one of my paintings or prints finds a new happy home on a wall somewhere out there is huge!

Thanks for getting to know me a bit better. Em