Following a tragedy in the South Island where a grandfather, father, and son from the same family died in a boating accident during a storm in the Foveaux Strait. The boat’s name was Kotuku, which is also the Māori name…
Moa point is located on the south coast of Wellington, around the corner from the airport. With the International Airport right there, the distant New York becomes closer, although an L.A. stop over is required.
My first intentional ‘Turner’ inspired painting with title and style used to create a historical event. It depicts the arrival of Able Tasman to New Zealand and the mooring in Golden Bay, Nelson.
“Light of the World that they may see. Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand that He may lift you up in due time. Let your light shine before men.”
My first mixed media artwork, with acrylic and wire netting stretched over the top of it to exaggerate the juxtaposition of freedom. “FREEDOM Freedom. Free will. Glimpse. TASTE OF FREEDOM. A GLIMPSE. Yet restricted by what goes beyond. Unknown.”“FREEDOM. DREAMS…
Taking inspiration from the flat New Zealand landscape and trying to paint with a little more realism.
My sister moved overseas for her work and to assist her with not feeling to far away from home, I created this artwork of Breaker Bay as a window to her homeland. We took this to England, rolled up in…
Silver and black paint, mixed in with some green to create the stormy waves, the text pierces the sky like rain clouds and the eery silhouette of the silver hills hovers on the horizon. “Where water meets land shore and…
My first exploration into glossy enamel paint and mixing and matching finishes to create different layers on the canvas. The stencils were printed out on the computer, cut out manually and then dabbed on with silver paint.
This work I did for another friend at art school; we challenged each other to create a painting in the other person’s style, which is why this work is slightly different to others I have created. “One Love. One God.…
A scene painted from a memory, fictional in essence, but with a particular light and shade of the mountain ranges north of Wellington. After painting them, they reminded me directly of the Wairarapa and thus named it as such.
Another view I regularly saw heading into Wellington from the Hutt Valley, this time from the other side of the train heading south.
