Scrambling on Moel Siabod

Originally from Sydney Australia, I’m a painter and musician now living in South Devon, England. My work is inspired by both the external world around me and by our own inner spaces. I’m interested in exploring the abstract forms and shapes found in the drama and moods of the Devon landscape around me, and equally in examining how abstract form can be used to express our own inner moods and landscape.

 

I’m thus inspired to paint intuitively, reflecting on the shifts in my own inner world. I’m passionate about exploring the many ways that shape and form can form cohesive wholes, as well as how colour, shape and form can be constructed to reflect the ambiguity and uncertainty of our lives. In this way my interest is in both the simplicity and complexity of abstract form, and it is this that characterises the different subject matter of my work and my approach to it.

 

I use a variety of media including acrylics, oils, watercolour, inks, and pastels. I also like to use a variety of different surfaces. I use brushwork when capturing the movement, light and tone of my external and inner landscape, and make use of layers of brayer work, a dark palette, and iconic symbols of ‘forbidden spaces’ such as barbed wire to convey a sense of both external and internal boundaries. My paintings are not confined to one particular genre or style, I enjoy the challenge of exploring different subjects and techniques. The portfolio of my work is thus broad in scope, and I love the freedom that painting provides.

Shortly after arriving in the UK, a new friend asked if I would like to go walking in Snowdonia in Wales. Turns out we had different views of a ‘walk’. So this is a story about ‘walking’ to the summit of Moel Siabod, a small rocky mountain (but a mountain nevertheless!) with my 6’2 friend who was able to step over boulders as though they weren’t there. Me on the other hand at 5’, found myself scrambling on all fours up what seemed like a never ending ladder made of crumbling rock. (Those black marks by the way are the sound of rocks falling).  At some point scrambling up that mountain I swore to myself I never wanted to see that friend again.  Well, the view from the summit was worth the struggle, and this year that friend and I have been married for 20 years

 Acrylic on Canvas

85x65cm

Framed in an open frame