I figure that I am spiritually about 10% Dutch. I lived in Holland for six of the first ten years of my life, and I have wonderful memories of that time – memories that have been soaking back into my veins and reclaiming my soul since the minute we stepped on a KLM...
Learning to sit with things I cannot change – reminiscing on acceptance and parenting. How does it feel when you desperately want to “fix” things but can’t?
Pirate, dragon rider, dreamer, artist, super hero, poet or adventurer … don’t be afraid to follow your dreams, little man, and be proud just to be you.
I didn’t plan this twirly headed chameleon like guy, but he obviously wanted to be noticed and popped up out of the blue in my mixed media painting.
A chilly day on top of Mount Dandenong, rushing to watercolour the view in a few minutes while my family stood shivering impatiently behind me.
Here are four things that bring me great joy – rainbows, love, marriage and family. Enough said. Come on Australia.
No it definitely hasn’t! On a chilly Melbourne day I’m looking back fondly to the day I painted these brilliant tulips in my dad’s seaside garden.
Watercolour painting of our family’s Pyjama Day Rules. Such a lovely and nurturing way to spend time with my daughter. Bring on the PJs, videos and snacks!
Drawing the sculptures at the Living Desert in Broken Hill as the sun sets. Watercolour of “Under the Jaguar Sun” by Antonio Tirado.
How on earth did we end up with so many gourds decorating our loungeroom? And why do I feel I can't get rid of them? Is there some weird sort of attraction to the rounded orangeness of them and their gorgeous rotundness? Why did a visitor add a baby gourd to the...