Bottoms up

Mother Earth is generous. It creates beauty everywhere and we only need our open eyes and our open hearts to be able to appreciate and enjoy it.

That’s why I love my garden, it is always such a source of inspiration for my art. I look at my flowers and I feel so grateful, every season my garden offers me a new expression of beauty, a new gift, every new flower is like a candy for the eye.

It is embedded in us as human beings to be attracted by the beauty of nature. For centuries our gardens have been expression of our need for beauty in the intertwine of plants and sculptures representing us living harmoniously in nature.

The broken sculptures are like the artefacts scattered in an archaeologist’s dig, surviving time while slowing returning to the earth and nature.

Cradled in the arms of Mother Earth, lulled by the scent of flowers, resting in a blanket of colours our human forms reconnect with nature.

The calming immobility of the broken sculptures contrast with the intensity of the outburst of colours of flowers and leaves overtaking every space of the paintings.

It is the combination of Mother Earth and Time showing its incredible strength, reclaiming its own space, one petal at the time.

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MY WORK
I live and work in Frankston, Victoria. Having studied a Bachelor of Fine Art in 1984 at Monash University, I draw inspiration from the natural world- seascapes , flowers and plants, and the planes and curves of the human form.
My artworks are riots of colour and texture, capturing the essence of my subjects with thick, luscious acrylics intermingled with inks, pastels, and whatever other mediums best illuminates the emotions I feel while painting.
MYSELF
I was born in Italy in 1966. Ironically we arrived in Australia on April Fool’s day when I was 5 years old. From that point on my life was never the same again‚ I felt an alienation and loneliness that no child should be allowed to feel.My creative nature led to more self-absorption. Paint‚ pencils‚ paper and canvas became my friends while line‚ colour‚ tone‚ form and texture became my language. My art didn’t need me to learn words‚ because it spoke for itself.I still find myself alone‚ even more so now after the recent loss of my beautiful husband.When I think about the past I am slowly learning to take comfort in it. I truly believe that no God would put anyone through all of these hardships without a reason. Out of the solitude and loneliness my best ideas and works are born. My art has always prevailed to save me. And because of this‚ he must have a reason why he wishes me to paint….In all I feel that the initial sketch of a new painting is the skeleton‚ the composition is the soul and the colour gives it life and body.

Both my parents were amazing pastry chefs, and growing up I was surrounded by cakes made up of gorgeous tiers of deliciousness. Custards, jams, sponge, chocolate, cheesecake and various creams layered up and merging together. The way I paint reminds me of those desserts from my childhood - using multiple thick layers and textures of paint and other mediums to describe a subject.
I want my work to look delicious to the eye.