I was playing around with shots through my kitchen window and was fascinated with how real the reflected plant looks – much more solid and real than the kitchen.
It made me think about how we often see some glaring fault in another, overlooking the real person, as we concentrate on their perceived shortcomings. As we pay more attention we might find that the fault is merely a reflection of our own lack of understanding, empathy and humanity.
I wrote about this photo – baring my soul – and then I went off and experimented with a theme change and bammo! all my words are gone. (So this is just summary of my previous poetic ramblings)
The Bay of Fires on Tasmania’s east coast remains one of my favourite places to visit, photograph and paint. The colours are so vibrant – orange lichens on steely grey rocks and that clear turquoise water lapping the silver beaches. Memories are locked into this landscape and each painting embeds those memories deeper in my soul.