I drew this a couple of months ago. I really enjoyed the process, the experimenting and then playfully adding polka dots just for the fun of it. I never shared it because there was such a mixed reaction from a few people - it is something you either love or hate...
It's a bit rough when you are just trying to support your teenage daughter's future as a pastry chef and she bans you from touching the chocolate brownies that are sitting on the bench. Especially when she has just called for help in setting up a brownie photo shoot...
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.
Good friends who understand how things are with little explanation. The solidarity in having “been there”. That’s what these flowers remind me of.
Getting stuck into a tiny painting of red tulips after watching a video of Helen Cooper demonstrating her light filled style of painting flowers.
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...
This biro drawing was inspired by a lesson from Andrea Joseph. I found a collection of my mum’s seaside themed pewter keyrings and got to work.
I came home to find these gorgeous flowers from my long suffering husband. I knew I wouldn’t keep them alive, so out came the paints to keep them forever.
Drawing my daughter’s culinary masterpieces from the Australian Women’s Weekly Baking Collection – a delicious cinnamon dusted apple and custard teacake.
My teenage daughter is a fantastic baker, and she has challenged herself to work through every recipe in an Australian Women’s Weekly cookbook.
Inspired by Danny Gregory’s “the Art of Breakfast”, my friend and I sat down to draw (and then devour) sausage rolls with a good dose of tomato sauce.
These birds were a gift from a very colourful friend. She matches the flowers in her confidence and outgoing nature – taking her energy wherever she goes
I’ll never forget those first wobbly steps my children took and how fast they took off after that. It’s the way with all of us. I just drew my child’s shoes!
How wonderful is it when a friend comes in the door bearing flowers, and then you spend the day painting them, chatting and munching on yummy food?