Having spent almost half of my life here in Sydney, I feel that this is my home, and that I am now a visitor when I go back. When travelling to England, it is almost as if I have a passport to travel back in time, back to the world of my past, and of the English history that I learned as child. Of Cardinal Wolsey, Henry VIII, Jane Seymour and Lord Burghley. This is manifested in the body of work as I have been studying the depictions of women in the 15th and 16th century, painted to show their position in society and their wealth. The focus on jewelry and fabric acts as a catalogue of power and position, whilst constraining and restricting them both physically and emotionally. They are still viewed as objects to further family ambition and alliances. The work is on lino, either cut or etched, with a very different result.
By contrast, in my life here, I have focused on the natural world and the fragility of the environment where I live, in Avalon. I have a small domestic life and I look at the animals and objects that resonate with me. I am producing a series of images that portray the local birds, the seagulls and crested terns on the beach where they are earthbound, the magpies as they strut impressively along the handrail of my deck and the cockatoo with its extraordinary crest and playful nature, and its bizarre and eccentric flight as it jerks its way through the bush and drops in on the veranda. My cats that are endlessly sculptural and create a series of fluid forms, and their response to this arcadia, and the incessant mocking of the cockatoo. These images are either lithographs or etchings. The birds are such an important part of this environment, and although they may be considered commonplace, to me they are extraordinary, they are the 99%. This precious delicate equation that I see every day, and its sum is happiness.