My Mandala practice bought me back to my paint brush and a long ignored urge to paint and express my own visual language in my own way, beyond influence.
When a catastrophic fire event burnt it's way through our region in 2015, we were among the lucky ones to have the fire edge stop a couple of kilometres down the road. So blessed to be untouched physically, something shifted in me emotionally, and i found it difficult to create my mandalas and interact with the environment around me as I had just days before. I wondered what seeds may sprout from the experience, like native seeds that only sprout under intense fire burn. For me, as it turned out, I instinctively picked up my paint brush and an expression flowed from me that i had always felt, but could never muster the self belief to allow, until that moment.
My painting is expressive, spontaneous and raw, moving the paint around unplanned, responding to my sense of the world and shapes in my minds eye, overlaying coat after coat until a personal resonance is reached. My aim is to reach the flow state and stop at the point that the painting remains open and alive, in celebration of imperfection, as a nod to the ongoing creation of life itself.