The Only Journey

I seem to return time and time again to flight. Maybe it began to manifest with these 3 works which were done in remembrance of a much loved studio companion, Sarah, who was a real artist from head to toe and lived with every part of being in oil paint. They represent her skipping through life and final flight. She loved soaring with the birds.

On a broader level, the work is an interpretation on our life’s journey. Our fallibility to fall, and our potential to rise above ourselves and literally fly. 

I have always envied that ability of our feathered friends to fly, to circle, to soar: to so easily change their perspective of the world, take it all in, and grasp it. I want to give visual comment on my world, and whilst being firmly attached to the ground I sometimes think my perspective is limited; maybe that urges me to paint women airborne- trying to understand. I love the dichotomy “are they flying or falling”, which stage are they in and if falling will they recover their wings and soar?

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