‘EYES FOR THE WILD’
is a once in a lifetime experience that will change your world view for ever.Take a journey where you deepen your connection with nature and yourself. Connecting with wildlife and wild lands profoundly transforms your way of being, seeing, living, and understanding. Most people never get this opportunity. Explore this journey through expressive art, a medium that speaks without words, in a safe, inspiring environment…. read more
Exhibitions are how I go about the business of getting my art out into the world to support animal protection. The focus of these exhibitions is to create awareness of wildlife protection issues, and to engage and inspire others to act on behalf of wildlife. They are part of my Eyes For The Wild projects. These ‘Conversation Pieces’ exhibitions are the ‘conversations ‘experienced when connecting deeply with animals either in life or through images….read more
Let me share my love of all things wild with your love of the wild in ways that are a lasting memory for you.
Commissions are personal momentos of your own life journey and visions. They encompass many forms depending on your own story. Many people who share my wildlife retreats ask me to interpret their experience through my eyes.
Maybe your passion for wildlife can be painted, life-size, on a wall in your home….read more
Published On: September 14, 2015
Eyes reflect the individual, a mirror to the inner world. Once the eyes are painted the painting takes on a life of its own. I am no longer in the driver’s seat. So involved in projects over the last years I know I do not paint the eyes till last. The creative journey becomes painful and often stuck.
If eyes are mirrors to the soul they connect beyond words reaching out to grab the viewer dramatically touching our feelings rather than Continue Reading
Published On: June 14, 2015
RECAPTURING THE ENERGY
Knowing what I will do is not part of my painting process. Today is no different. For a few months the canvas had been a scary place where I confronted my demons and if lucky, find a star to cling to in the chaos of my feelings. After a long plateau in my creative outpouring I wanted to re-member the fire experienced when tapping into a creative surge.
Last year I spent time at Return to Freedom, a mustang Continue Reading
Published On: February 2, 2015
Now I am taking a risk. This is a piece I wrote for my creativity mentor in California. It is from the heart and a bit like prose, I guess, so please indulge me here.
Sitting in the middle of the floor, laying out my brushes in an orderly line on my dust-rug, paints in lines of color, all looking very professional and easy to see. A sense of order descended into the room, as I breathed a sigh of relief, Continue Reading
Published On: February 1, 2015
Painting over an old piece always creates preliminary tension in me. Am I doing the ‘soul’ I have painted an injury. There is a life in my paintings that speaks to me in ways I keep personal. Sometimes the essence I see is not brimming with life. Something in my connection is missing. Am I justifying a destructive action or am I releasing a soul from the bondage of my canvas. After all these years giving life to the canvas Continue Reading
Published On: January 15, 2015
When you fill your day with the ‘doing-ness’ of life without consciousness nor intention, the days become barren, even hard to endure. Angst often slowly seeps into the gaps.
A ‘listening ‘ practice allows you to enter the world of stillness, deep-seeing and presence. It allows you to burrow deep into the inner sanctum to pull out from beyond the illusion. You listen to your thoughts not following, just observing. The witness rather than the doer you listen to the world Continue Reading
Published On: November 25, 2014
A thought revisited.
When I was recently at Return to Freedom mustang sanctuary in USA, I had an experience, a realization that would change the focus of my journey.
Given the morning to wander free with any of the residents herds, I set off, water bottle journal and walkie talkie in my canvas bag. I knew I wanted the furthest herd to walk across the sun parched drought fatigued land and follow my nose. Though these horse were rescued and not truly Continue Reading