I paint women, for women
A series of sensitively painted women
showing their most celebrated feature
and aspects of their inner self
Only a mermaid knows what lies beneath the sea, She plays to the tune of the waves and dances in the sea drift, She sings with the dolphins and jumps through their spray, Her tail is her power, propels her to play Her hair, so golden, glints shimmering sun, Her friends are the fishes, the have so much fun, Shells are her jewels, clothes she needs none, Freedom is her power, she is a slave to no one.
What is the perfect mother ? Who is the perfect mother ? Why should mothers be perfect ?
This sensitive image of two women hugging is full of tenderness and care. Painted during Covid, the narrative suggests how many of us may be feeling at the moment during uncertain times and sometimes we all we need is a hug. The power of the hug should never be underestimated.
The Rejected Daisy tells the story of the mother/ daughter relationship.
Angel Cloud is a beautiful semi naked woman, looking thoughtfully up to her left with an angel in the clouds looking down upon her. This dreamy, spiritual painting is very powerful as the light is thrown down over her shoulder lighting her up and energising her, her blue feathery head dress surrounds and protects her. A nipple is just visible to show her femininity and sensitivity. A woman who knows she is guided and protected.
The two carnival characters in the background look upon ‘Pink Hair’ as she dolefully gazes contemplating life – does she care or doesn’t she? There is a contradiction to this painting, the traditional use of chiaroscuro creates a feeling of being transported back in time whilst the dominating semi naked girl has long pink hair and voluptuous breasts is a more modern image of a young woman. Are the two carnival characters looking at her with judgement or with care? You can decide.
A large whimsical painting – as we care for each other through the generations.
The young carnivalesque showgirl looks pensively up to her right as she lightly holds a pink moon, her horse is discreetly at her side. There is a disrupted reality about her world. She has her own unique poem which describes her thoughts. I decided not to cry, Instead I chose to fly. I forgot about my wings, whilst living between the human beings. My companion, my horse took me to the shores … Reminded me how to fly and this is how I met you in the sky. Ahh the journey that I had and all those layers that I shed … Is easy now to be with you as I am me and you are you. We are one we’ve always been. I only had to shed this skin.
She sits casually and is part nude delicately draped in soft blue fabric slightly revealing her form . Pensamientos – Thoughts. Her eyes look into the distance, she is deep in thought and contemplating the landscape of her life as she enters a new decade.
Two Burlesque girls glance at each other over their shoulder, one holds her whip and the other is semi naked wearing only the feathers from her flamboyant head dress. They both have a nipple ring in the right nipple. They sensitively reach towards each other – supportive friends or lovers? Women supporting women.
Two semi naked women, one blindfolded and the other with eyes wide open. They are connected by a black veil and head dress with violets. This painting is asking the viewer to consider sexuality and what lies behind the black veil and blindfold. Why is she blindfolded? What doesn’t she want to see? The strength of the purple background balances the painting but it still contains mystery and intrigue.
The More I Feel, The More I Heal – Frieze of Life
The More I Feel, The More I Heal 1
The More I Feel, The More I Heal 2
The More I Feel, The More I Heal 3
She stares blankly, her cheeks flushed with head tilted. Her clothing resembles that of an exotic Burlesque dancer, breasts supported by a bustier with a red transparent shawl, a nipple tassel ready to tease. Delicate gold sparkles through her shawl. Her hands are placed below her womb, comfortingly. Self love is the only love she knows. The duplicity of life, the dark side of carnival life, the self love she gives herself keeps her strong.
She stands tall and strong in her bridal dress, veil cascading down and over her shoulders and breasts. The phases of the moon cycle are displayed on the crown of her head dress. Her left arm reaches away for something out of view. There is blood dripping in the background, the blood of woman’s strength, power and vulnerability. The Moon Cycle Goddess is ready and strong for whatever the next phase life is about to deliver.
Two carnivalesque dancers look tired after a night performing. There is a great sensitivity between them as one holds the other protectively. A breast is just visible through the red dress, has it been torn or is it deliberately suggestive? Red is the most dominant colour in this painting and adds to the drama of the work. Women supporting women.
A young Spanish flamenco dancer tilts her head as she is comforted by her circus partner. A tender moment in time. Can you see the third woman hidden in the vibrant carnival background?
A mysterious circus which only performs at night time was inspired by the book with the same title name by Erin Morgenstern. The female dressed in a black tassel top has a clown with harlequin clothes in profile situated to her left with 11 juggling balls in the background. The circus tent can also be seen with a circus hoop dancer and fireflies.
She knees with her hands behind her back, possibly tied together. There is a look of boredom in her expression as she gazes into the distance. An eye mask or blindfold lay by her knee and she waits in anticipation. But in anticipation of what? A sexual game, is it her profession or is it her wedding night?
As the earth and the moon eclipse three women embrace. The matriarch gazes towards the eclipse as does the young girl who is dressed in a joyful tutu. The third woman, dressed in a white long sleeved dress appears to be deep in thought with her eyes closed during a powerful astrological event.
I breathe peace I covet peace I am at one with peace I am sharing peace I feel peace I hold peace I seek peace I am at peace I declare peace I offer peace I have found inner peace I practice peace I am in love with peace I choose peace I hail to peace I embrace peace I give peace I receive peace I am at peace with myself
Worms wriggle, composting the soil and determined to rise Blindly trying to find their prize A symphony of sounds echo, transformation the tune The orchestra of nature performs to the March Spring Full Moon The conductor revered as cocoons are rejected Wake up, be ready, it’s time to grow, be celebrated Skins of the past are shed like a snake Inevitable growth, no longer opaque A miracle performed, nature is truth Take that leap now, transform like a butterfly searching for eternal youth Your scars can come too, may be your best attire You are a miracle, complete and ready to inspire
Reckless abandon Show me the way Barefoot in the jungle I choose the way of overgrown and wild. She brings me to my knees my keeper, my destroyer. Oh Mother to be feared and thanked Her chaos and beauty Reflected in my wild hair and I see her in me And I know under her rule I am wild and free I answer only to she
Relax into the lap of the present Believe it It is truth Say it again And believe it I am bliss Put down your armour Remove your mask Take off your shoes and be still Lie down on a bed of grass and allow Gaia to hold you as you gaze into the sky of infinite possibilities What’s done is done It has led you to this place What’s to come is not for you to know And that’s okay What you are left with is this I am bliss