August Mood
Due to the amount of love and support I have been given amidst my studio sale, I have decided to make this month’s mood board artwork available to purchase. Home To You is a one-off original artwork that won’t be produced again.
Specs are as follows:
Home To You, Pen, Pencil + Krink on 200gsm Fabriano paper, 297 x 420 mm. Included will be a small hand-written thank you note + the original poem in full.
You can read about the inspiration behind this artwork below.
Settling into my passion, I sit here in content. Content in creating, writing and sharing my viewpoint.
I have been putting off pursuing art and pushing boundaries for some time. Honestly, it's scary. But what isn't? What's scarier is living a life of "what if's".
Over the years, I have asked myself that very phrase over, and over.
"What if I could ask work to put me on 4 days a week so I can start creating art? " I answer, "I can't afford a day off and they won’t let me.”
"What if I made art that represented me at the moment. What would my life look like?” I answer, “People might not like my art. I’m going to fail”
Limiting beliefs are apparent in everyone, it’s true. If we don’t try, then how will we know? After years of these thoughts circulating and being stuck in a 9-5, I was forced to visualise a different life. One where I wasn’t overthinking or coming home defeated. One where anything was possible and I was living a more fulfilling life.
Cue Queensland. Moving was easy once I had visualised what my ideal days would look like. I know I wanted to work part-time, I know I wanted to start creating daily. Simple in hindsight, right? I didn’t think it was possible until I removed myself from societal pressures and accepted the challenges ahead.
In this artwork, I take note of the elements around me in order to slow down my mind. I notice the water coming off the ocean + creating mist, the clouds above me, the sounds I hear. I tune out of life in order to understand and appreciate nature. To appreciate life simply.
Observations 28•06•20
I've come to sit at my healing place.
The sea mist toward Yaroomba is prominent.
The tip of a white cloud pokes out from the grey.
The sound of the wind and ocean movements makes me sleepy.
I see the feather in the sand that I placed in the sand last week - We sung, drank red wine and drew pictures in the sand. The pictures are long gone, while the feather remains upright.
