Sassafras

SASSAFRAS

Desert blooms when rain's pass through-ed,
the moment just before, renewed.
Another could've never worked here,
all or nothing, hell-high frontier.
Dreams of flowers in the sand,
walk through sand fields, hand in hand.
Some say nothing, find him flawed,
go out; outdone, outlived, outlawed.
One man's whimsy, one mans' wander
will this rain bring florals yonder?
Through the years and in the creek beds
floods the whimsy, pulls the threads.

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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