Confetti Flowers

The beautiful poem by Charmaine Chircop,
"A Life in Sepia and Watercolours"
Resonated with me as I painted this.

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.

I painted mushrooms covering fairies,
Unicorns, princesses and queens,
Happy trolls and naughty elves
Riding on watercoloured bees.

As such was life, carefree,
As beautiful as dreams.

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“I do not paint the landscape. The sensation and experience of applying the inks, become the landscape.”
After many years of painting and drawing, I felt I could not express an emotional response to my vision using conventional methods and began experimenting with spirit based inks. Acid free, fast drying and translucent, they hum with a creative energy of their own. They are magical. I love colour, its subtlety, boldness, restfulness and cheekiness. These inks swirl and move of their own accord, but they need manipulation and control to reign in their playfulness and allow me to echo the soul and aura of the subject. Lately I have introduced a textured approach with acrylic paints for the foreground in my works, but have continued using the lovely swirly inky skies. My paintings evolve from my own reactions to the mood and nature of what I am endeavouring to convey. They capture spirit, movement and translate those impressions in a semi-abstract, expressionistic manner. Growing up in Brewarrina, my art has been influenced by many childhood memories of the harsh Australian Outback as well as my overseas travels. Sitting beside a campfire, mesmerised by violet heavens above; striding across purple heath covered English Moors;
blinded by the white starkness of the Antarctica or simply reading a book about Apothecary in my chair - all awaken a desire to translate those experiences into a tangible reflection of my memories. A song or piece of poetry can also inspire a painting, helping me represent the mood and nature of the subject.My studio has been hand hewn from the solid rock face on which my house is built. I actually descend though a trapdoor in the lounge room floor! I'm most creative in the early hours, working on 2-3 pieces at a time, listening to a 1950s station on my old radio. These paintings of mine, are a reflection of that endless quest to record the blessings of nature swirled around with a dram of whimsical romanticism.