What’s with the weird name for my new show?

My 11th solo art exhibition opens tomorrow. I’ve called it Coming Home. I realised this morning that it could sound pretty weird to some. So I’d like to tell you why. Here’s the story: This show is my first in my new home, my first home in the hills of Perth, my first home purchased  on my own since my …

The Hobbit, Three Paintings and Coming Home.

The end of every year is a weird time for me. There is a combination of panic (oh my god, the year’s ending and I haven’t actually started it yet), unrealistic anticipation of change (next year I’m going to grow 5 cm and be super chilled about everything), and extreme fatigue (is it ok to just spend the whole day …

What the Heart Wants.

We exist in the space between where we are and where we would like to be. So much of our life force is spent in imagining we should be other than what we are, where we are, who we are. We are conditioned to yearn. What if we could accept life as it is now? See a field of possibilities …

These were my TOP TEN PICKS of 2017.

For Coffee For the past two years, I have been nurturing a mild coffee addiction, rarely missing a morning ritual consisting of one flat white with almond milk, sipped slowly by the Swan River in Perth at The Partisan. I love this place. It’s not just the coffee. The staff are kind. Marie sees me coming and gets my favourite …

2017: The Year I Lost My Mum (and Gained 927 Miracles)

My earliest memories of my beautiful mother are of her sitting at her desk, surrounded by piles of papers, writing. Mum wrote thousands of letters in her long life. She wrote them by hand, letters of love and encouragement and news and support to people all over the world (or sometimes, just around the corner). She mentored and befriended people …