To name something – the something once infinite, beautiful and above all transient now narrow, boxed and contained in such dull light that the something, now almost invisible.
I can say it is a privilege and a discipline to wait and see. To look at colours changing, shapes shifting, flowers growing, people moving, a million stories all one and the same. I want to get to know them.
When it comes to craft and technique I value it highly although my formal training has been fairly minimal. I graduated from Queensland University in 2005 with a bachelor of creative industries. University delivered space, a hub of creative misfits and a sense that the most you can achieve in art is to be honest to a fault. It is no small task. In the meantime I completed a dip ed and learnt a great deal about art from 5 year olds.
I often reflect on the knowledge I gained during a fresco painting course in 2010. It was the most beneficial course in painting I have undertaken by far. Somehow that glimpse into the history of painting provided context and a deepened understanding of how much I do not know.
The road is very, very, very long. I’d rather choose to be travelling than standing on the verge. It’s a strange, wonderful and wounded world and I feel grateful every day for the freedom to make this choice.