The joy I get from being creative is not the end result or what the painting becomes. It is truly the journey. From the very beginning when I buy the canvas to the moment where I add the finishing brush stroke. The path is filled with a roller coaster of experiences. Self doubt, play, joy, love, hate and self enquiry. Then it comes to signing the art work, varnishing it and getting it sorted for hanging, these acts are not the fun part part of the precedent mystic journey. They feel like house keeping duties, important but a bit of a chore.

The next step is what to do with the art work? This is interesting as I never originally set out to sell my paintings. I was approached by a friend who wanted to buy one of my first big art works , thus the beginning of the next stage of my creative journey. I paint from a very emotionally driven inner voice, therefore it is sometimes hard to part with these creations. I hang them for as long as possible in my home until my inner wisdom informs me it is time for someone else to find joy in them (this is why I do not have a physical portfolio of work).

I have a wonderful organic, mutually lovely relationship with a beautiful shop in Glenbrook called Late September. This is part of the creative journey that does NOT feel like a chore, one of my favourite things to do is drive up the mountain with my paintings in the back to deliver to Sam, this week I took up "Open Wings" (which you can read about here) and Kamala (which you can read about here). Late September is such a big supporter of my work and I am so grateful that I have the opportunity (made possible by Sam) to share my work with more people. A painting can sit for a long time waiting for the right person to find it and she is very patient with this process. So thank you, Sam. I love our coffee and painting catch ups! 

As many of you know, one of my favourite things to create are wings. They represent so many different things to me. I was inspired to make these after visiting  Bella Boheme, I left with 3 sheets of the most amazing paper (it was a gift from the beautiful Emma, who owns the store). I knew they would make the perfect set of feathers. They are called "Open Wings". 

No bird can fly
without opening its wings,
and no one can love
without exposing their heart.

Mark Nepo