A monk washes robes in the the courtyard of a Buddhist temple in Bhutan
I made the space at the Kaya Sulc Studio feel like home. Mum gave me the piece of fabric draped across the chair many years ago. It’s a sarong she bought back from a holiday. Having my paintings all around and a flowering indoor plant reminded me of mum. I grew up with indoor plants, a native garden and art on every wall.
Paint moves in mysterious ways. I paused for a moment, looking away from the rough portrait block-in. The colours, with just a touch of rust red, lively swirling patterns and the subtle translucent textures of the watercolour paint completely captivated me. An unlikely ephemeral creation had materialised on my palette. Now the sketchy picture, the ‘real’ art looked so stiff and lifeless in comparison.
I am so glad that my photographer friend Julie Hemsley had the presence of mind to snap a couple of quick shots as we were about to leave for a celebratory meal at the end of the Moods of Marcus Exhibition opening. I completely forgot to take any photos on the night! Really happy about the red dot too.
Sometimes I like the immediacy of an unworked image that captures its subject quickly with a few strokes.
These paintings are to be hung as a group representing the changes in the tannin-stained creek at Marcus Beach. In the dry season the creek flows gently then eventually dries so that it no longer meets the sea. Storms come in from the ocean in the wet season pushing surging waves up the creek against the natural flow.