St Francis and his ‘Canticle of Creation’

My latest project is a mural for a primary school. The concept is an interpretation of St Francis of Assisi’s ‘Canticle of Creation’. It’s a beautiful piece of poetry which inspires an appreciation of the beauty of nature around us. And although religious poetry might not be for everybody, it is also quite visionary in the sense that someone who lived hundreds of years ago, (before the industrial revolution and fierce debate on climate change), was able to grasp that the planet that we live on is precious and we really are subject to it’s powers, rather than the other way around. The idea is to tie a fun piece of lively artwork to the appreciation of what’s around us with a respect for our fellow people, precious resources and planet.

Apart from his visionary ‘green’ ideas, St Francis was visionary in that this piece of literature is considered to be one of the first written in Italian, rather than Latin – a really bold step for his time. Liberating people from sitting through another trawl of Latin, which only monks, priests and very wealthy would have understood, opened a small crack in the doorway towards the average person being able to understand and appreciate a written piece of literature and participate rather than just spectate. There are many different versions of English translations, here is one from Wikipedia. Have a read:

Most high, all powerful, all good Lord!
All praise is Yours, all glory, all honor, and all blessing.

To You, alone, Most High, do they belong.
No mortal lips are worthy to pronounce Your name.

Be praised, my Lord, through all Your creatures,
especially through my lord Brother Sun,
who brings the day; and You give light through him.
And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor!
Of You, Most High, he bears the likeness.

Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars;
in the heavens You have made them bright, precious and beautiful.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
and clouds and storms, and all the weather,
through which You give Your creatures sustenance.

Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Water;
she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
through whom You brighten the night.
He is beautiful and cheerful, and powerful and strong.

Be praised, my Lord, through our sister Mother Earth,
who feeds us and rules us,
and produces various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.

Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive for love of You;
through those who endure sickness and trial.

Happy those who endure in peace,
for by You, Most High, they will be crowned.

Be praised, my Lord, through our sister Bodily Death,
from whose embrace no living person can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Happy those she finds doing Your most holy will.
The second death can do no harm to them.

Praise and bless my Lord, and give thanks,
and serve Him with great humility.

We are hoping that this mural will engage some of those ideals, thoughts and forward thinking in the little minds that play on the play ground and pass through these classrooms. I have started on the background design with some great help from the teachers and parents, and will be getting some more assistance from some ‘little hands’ at a later stage. Here are a couple of photos so far. I’ll keep posting as we go.

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A working work of art…

I travelled around California on a road trip a few years ago, and came across some fascinating and strange places on our trip including: Death Valley and the Forestiere Underground Gardens, near Fresno; both left me with the unusual feeling of wondering whether I’d actually physically been there or just imagined it. I recently read about a really interesting place called East Jesus, in Slab City in the hot Californian desert, and had I known about it before our trip I would have definitely made a point of seeing it under the banner of ‘how strange and beautiful and bewitching’.

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It’s a spot where an assortment of artists and others looking for an alternative experience of art, go to observe or get involved in ‘an experimental, habitable, extensible artwork in progress’ to quote their website. Originally founded by the late Charles Russell (“Container Charlie”), it seems to be a spot that allows people a chance to step out of their ordinary lives and into a space of creativity without worrying about the end product ‘standing the test of time’. The artwork, created from recycled materials, is exposed to the elements and is supposed to be there for a finite time only and then degrades in the extreme weather conditions. This means that the installation is always changing and will never be the same, and when it falls apart, the next artist is free to re-use the materials in their creative experiment.

It’s very rare to be able to imagine somewhere that is free of the constraints of having to ‘perform’ and ‘improve’ and be forever ‘indelibly perfect’. And the simple fact that these clever pieces of art are meant to disappear eventually, makes them that much more special. Have a look at Cinnabar Charm – it is utterly charming. Apart from all the arty-farty bits, they also have a number of off-grid/sustainability projects for those that are more scientifically minded and gifted with DIY skills.

So, if any of you other explorers out there are needing a trip to somewhere that looks pretty special, you can find their contact details here or if you would like to help them out have a look at their needs page too.

When the water came… It’s complete!

This latest canvas was created for the Advanced Water Management Centre at the University of Queensland. It is inspired by the Aboriginal creation stories involving the Rainbow Serpent and Tiddilik, the frog. There are variations in the story depending on which Aboriginal tribe one reads/hears from, so I have made a ‘collage’ in my mind taking bits from several stories to amalgamate them into one painting.

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This is my version:

In the beginning, the land was dry and the Rainbow Serpent moved across the desert looking for his tribe. As he moved his body made deep grooves  in the earth, and as he turned, his body pushed large mounds of earth up to form mountains. When the rain began to fall, the water trickled into the grooves that the Rainbow Serpent had made forming rivers, lakes and pools. This precious water allowed plants to grow and places for animals, like frogs, to live. After the rain, one can see the spirit of the Rainbow Serpent in the sky, reminding us that we, humans, animals and plants are all connected and dependent on each other and the precious earth we live on.

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It has been a wonderful experience researching for this project and I look forward to doing more like it. I’ll keep you posted….

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I am currently working on a canvas piece for my client at the University of Queensland. I’ve completed the design and have sent off my sketch for approval so I can start on the painting for next week. I’m hoping that I’ve been able to interpret and illustrate their vision of what they are looking for. The funny thing is, this project is taking me in a completely new direction… a completely new style…. out of my comfort zone.

 

They requested an interpretative painting of the Aboriginal Water Story involving the Rainbow Serpent and his Frog friends. I’ve researched the subject and looked at many Dreamtime Paintings by Aboriginal artists to hopefully get a feel of the history that I can transfer to the page. Especially beautiful are Colin Walangari Karntawarra McCormack’s. I’ve also listened to music while doing the design to hopefully transfer some of the emotion, rhythm, peace and beauty of the natural world.

 

Here are some of the Walangari Karntawarra’s captivating pieces:

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To learn more about Walangari Karntawarra and see some of his lively pieces, have a look at his website: http://www.walangari.com.au

And keep watching this space for my next Aussie inspired canvas!

What makes an artist? Stereotypically, one thinks of an artist as someone with wonderful natural talent laced with variable amounts of training and guidance from others; someone who happily whiles away hours of their time in absolute bliss splashing about wonderful colours after sketching a moving scene… They’re usually encouraged to continue on their artistic path by supportive family and friends; the same people who usually consider themselves “Not that artistic”. Sound about right?

Now those who indulge in their wonderful artistic pursuits (whether they be photographic, fine art, dance or music), often describe their lives as being balanced, calmer, happier than before.  The activity seems to allow them to access parts of their minds and emotions that brings them clarity and a sense of fulfilment. Now who could do with some more of that good stuff?? Everyone, I’m guessing. So, if everyone were to take up creative pursuits, would that make every one an artist?

Interestingly, a young artist, Ernest M. English, has recently undertaken a project in Boston where he’s gotten a whole bunch of “Not that Artistic’s” involved in producing a large 41-foot paint-by-number mural. He organised the project with ArtLifting, which was designed to encourage collaboration that transcends typical social and geographical dividing lines. I’m guessing it probably helped transcend the self-imposed, self-conscious dividing lines of creativity within the passersby too. Read more about it here: http://www.bostonglobe.com/metro/2014/05/26/group-mural-takes-center-stage-outside-prudential-center/emgTw3Ewx7oKAUa7PtlW8H/story.html

When is it that people suddenly stop thinking of themselves as being creative and artistic? Is it when their colourful pencil scratches are suddenly described as scribbles? When they’re told-off for not colouring in the lines perfectly? When they’re told that “Pink and red don’t match!” Or when their music teacher at school says, “Oh heavens Johnny, please sit down, you won’t be singing with the choir!” Now, that’s not to say that ALL of us should be professional singers/dancers/painters/writers etc. but we should be encouraged to have a creative outlet. To allow ourselves to be expressive and free and access all the wonderful mental health benefits of feeling ‘balanced’. And, it really helps to have some encouragement from a partner, close friend or family member for each of us to pursue those creative outlets, what ever they may be, and however imperfect the end result too! I’ve included a wax crayon drawing which was produced by a 3-near-4-year-old; please note the high-heeled shoes. The exercise resulted in great pride and ensuing beaming smile… on the faces of both the ‘artist’ and the ‘beholder’  Here’s to being 4 again!

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What to do about Graffiti?

It’s a common city problem to have graffiti spread across many inner-city as well as suburban locations these days. Whether it’s a desire to free some self-expression or ‘rage-against-the-machine’, the recipients of the tags i.e. building owners and tenants, often see it as a real nuisance, ‘visual pollution’ and down-right vandalism. “What makes someone think that I want to look at that scrawl of spray paint across my boundary wall?!” It’s time-consuming trying to sort it out – calling out police, cleaning up the mess with special ‘graffiti-removing kits’ and rather expensive too.

In Perth, there seems to be a particularly large problem for the size of the population and the city has resorted to a planned police anti-graffiti operation to try and clean up the streets a bit. Unfortunately, it’s resulted in a disaster where an artist’s own mural on his own wall has been painted over by the council workers – whoops!

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Stormie Mills’ Mural recently painted over by council workers – Photo by David Hutson

Read more about Stormie Mill’s story here: http://www.abc.net.au/news/2014-05-08/stormie-mills-mural-mistakenly-painted-over/5439086

The reasons why people engage in graffiti spraying, range from boredom to rebellion and falling in with the wrong crowd, I guess. Very often the reparations and restoring of damaged walls to their former appearance simply results in retagging in a couple of weeks or months, making it all seem a little futile in trying to stem the graffiti tide. What’s interesting though is what’s been happening in some areas where there’s traditionally been a lot of graffiti tagging and instead of simply repainting, they’ve commissioned an artist to paint a mural instead. Remarkably, there has been a substantial reduction, if not complete cessation, in graffiti tags and the whole environment has benefitted from having a fantastic piece of art on display for everyone to see. I guess it’s a little bit of showing respect to fellow artists.

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Photo of the mural by Martin E. Wills in Jack Marks Lane, Mount Lawley, Perth – Photo from ABC Perth

See more about this story here http://www.abc.net.au/local/photos/2014/02/06/3939652.htm

I guess offering up urban spaces for people to express themselves may help in providing an outlet for that expression and hopefully encourage their creativity and developing something of beauty or initiating conversation in the people living in that environment. Certainly the artwork created during the Perth urban art festival, Public, has done just that – take a look at what they’ve been up to!

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Mural by Phlegm, artistic duo, in Perth at Public – Photo from ABC Perth

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2014-04-11/urban-artists-transform-30-perth-walls/5383732

Fundu Dreaming a.k.a Fundu Freak Out

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Fundu Lagoon is a beautiful resort on Pemba Island, one of four that belong to the Zanzibar Archipelago off the coast of Tanzania. It was here that my husband and I spent the second week of our honeymoon, ten years ago.

At any time of the day, it’s a beautiful spot. Fine white sand, turquoise water and magnificent skies, whether in the morning, midday, sunset or late at night. A really good source of inspiration for painting.

Apart from the cocktails I found difficult to resist, the delicious meals, and lolling about on the deck, in the pool or sea, it also offers a dive school. Hubby and I decided we’d do an introductory resort course. The practicing in the shallow water was easy-peasy: my instructors were well pleased with our performance and offered to take us on a little dive near Misali island the next day to put our newly acquired skills to good use.

Well, who knew I had a phobia? I splished over the side of the dive boat and suddenly had a panic attack when face with the deep blue water that stretched out in front of my mask. No matter how much my logical brain tried to talk to my hysterical brain, I could not get the screaming in my head to chill out. I had to resurface with my instructor to explain my strange wide-eyes and unexpected fear. After a little chat with him, we managed to muffle the panic and I went down again to have a look at what I was there to see. What an intriguing variety of little scaly friends, waving ribbon-armed sea anemones, corals that look like they were the prototypes for all the stencils ever made! I wish I could say that I overcame my fear and have been an avid diver since then, unfortunately, I am not. I had a second go the next day with walking in from the beach – yes Misali has a reef that is that close to the beach! I was less panicked but still not a fan of ‘the deep blue’. How ridiculous is it that I could be absolutely fine skimming across the top of the ocean in a small boat, but as soon as I put my head below the surface, I turned to a real wet blanket? I still feel a bit disappointed at not being able to enjoy it with a bit more wild abandon and leave the worrying to the trained instructors. I’m hopeful that one day I will take myself by the shoulders and go on another dive course and get to enjoy another precious spot a bit more.

My latest painting, “Fundu Pier” aims to capture some of the vivid colours we watched from our tent painted in front of us each evening. I hope it translates some of the beauty of that place, and a reminder to not let fear interfere too much…

Up in the Bowerbird

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Have you ever put yourself out there thinking “Gee, I hope they like it!” Those were my initial thoughts when I was hanging my artwork at the lovely Bowerbird Cafe this last week…

I decided a few months ago, on the verge of our 10 year wedding anniversary, that I wanted to paint a series of paintings that reminded me of who we were and what we were doing 10 years ago. Over those 10 years we’ve lived in a few spots – 9 or 10 different residences in four different countries – and have seen a few more on our travels in between. All of them have been lovely, but I was trying to remember where we felt care-free and optimistic about what the future held – you know, ‘the world is your oyster’ kind of mindset… I thought, and pondered, and sketched, and erased, and did some more planning, and erasing… And aaha! I suddenly remembered our honeymoon to Zanzibar!

It was such a fantastic trip! Newly weds off to an exotic location: beautiful beaches, white white sand with blue blue clear water, palm trees, cocktails, spice tours, swimming with dolphins near Kizimkazi, diving off fishing boats, flights in teeny-weeny planes sitting next to a man with stinky fish in the bucket at his feet, colobus monkeys in the Jozani forests, eating ourselves silly at our private dining on the beach… All the smells, the sights; and friendly ‘Jambo’ still ring in my ears. I tried to capture some of those moments in my Zanzibar series: the Fishermen, the Dhow, Zanzibari Woman ( in the pic above), Sunset from Forodhani and Sunset.

Arriving in Stone Town late on the first night, eating midnight dinner at fresh food stalls at the Forodhani market all seemed a little overwhelming at first, but we slowly loosened up and started chatting happily to the locals, and suddenly it wasn’t so strange or unnerving. It was, I suppose, a metaphor for anything new, like getting married or starting a new project. It’s the thrilling, nervy, exciting ‘butterflies in your stomach’ kind of feeling you get when you actually venture into something that you’ve really, really been wanting to do for a long time, and finally managed to pluck up the courage to dare yourself to do it – something like writing this blog! So, with that, I’ll say, thanks for joining me at the start of this new adventure…. And if you’d like to see more of my paintings please pop over to my website http://www.mymural.com or Facebook.com/mymural.com.au.