Next Show

It's been a while since I've been to my blog, as I've been mainly posting to my facebook page. But its harder to write on facebook, and I've been thinking useless thoughts lately that I thought I might pen, or type, as it be.

I had a successful group show the other month at Collingwood Gallery with curator Luke Jackson, what a great experience. I went home with only one painting, Atlas. Atlas is off on another journey next month, he will be at the Mornington Peninsula Art Show, along with A Question of Faith.





The 29th of April brings another group show at Collingwood Gallery again curated by the awesome Luke Jackson. I'm in the middle of doing three works for that, but am considering a fourth work as well, one I dug up that I was originally painting for my Perceptions show last year, but never put it in as it didn't quite fit. It is based on a recurring dream that kept haunting me last year. I finally decided I would paint it, as if I paint my dreams they usually stop bugging me. I thought I had posted it on here but can't find it anywhere, so here goes.

I dreamt I was on a fast train, sleek and of shiny metal, like a giant steel snake, and it coursed its way up the mountain, leaving the burning city far behind. As we went further up the mountain, it grew colder, until finally the train stopped, it would go no further. There was no power, and the doors and windows were suddenly ajar, the cold seeping in. People around me, mostly mothers and children, began to tear the old material from the seats in the train cabin, and huddled together, draping the fabric over them in an attempt to ward off the cold. I tried to tear some off too, but none would come, and the people ignored me, as if I wasn't even there...but I was, the cold was too intense and I could feel it dig right down to my bones.

Then suddenly I was in a raging river, that surged through the burning city, destroying things as it went, forging a new path through the manmade terrain. I was slowly drowning, surfacing for air every now and then, but I was calm, and looked upon the city as it burnt and the waters carried me away.





Anyway in short that was basically my dream. Most nights in my sleep I rode the steel, snake train up the mountain, watching the city burn, until I painted it. It's not unusal for me to have post apocalyptic dreams, this one was most unusual because it was in a place I'd never dreamt of before. I timidly called the painting Tokyo Burning although I knew the city wasn't Tokyo, I knew it was in Japan. The last section of the painting, with the tree, is not part of my dream, just something I felt to put in. I only remembered this painting last night and dug around in the garage to find it.
Hopefully I can find where I originally posted this painting, as the writing that accompanied it then is better as it was fresher in my mind.

But yeah, not sure if it is worthy of exhibiting.

One of my three works in progress is my blind goddess-



Ah, so much rambling from me, back to the easel!!!