Oil on paper 960 x 830
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on canvas 1100 x 1810
My creative impulses over the years have led to me working in the fields of jewellery, painting and sculpture, featuring in numerous solo and group shows. My home studio is in Te Henga, I love living close to nature and my concern for the conservation of the natural environment is reflected in my work.
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on paper
1500 x600
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on paper 1330 x 1050
My creative impulses over the years have led to me working in the fields of jewellery, painting and sculpture, featuring in numerous solo and group shows. My home studio is in Te Henga, I love living close to nature and my concern for the conservation of the natural environment is reflected in my work.
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on paper 800 x 715
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on canvas 1200 x 910
My creative impulses over the years have led to me working in the fields of jewellery, painting and sculpture, featuring in numerous solo and group shows. My home studio is in Te Henga, I love living close to nature and my concern for the conservation of the natural environment is reflected in my work.
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on paper 1120 x 1000
My creative impulses over the years have led to me working in the fields of jewellery, painting and sculpture, featuring in numerous solo and group shows. My home studio is in Te Henga, I love living close to nature and my concern for the conservation of the natural environment is reflected in my work.
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
960 x 1840 Oil on canvas
My creative impulses over the years have led to me working in the fields of jewellery, painting and sculpture, featuring in numerous solo and group shows. My home studio is in Te Henga, I love living close to nature and my concern for the conservation of the natural environment is reflected in my work.
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Wood, recycled chair, acrylic paint 860 x 600 x 580
My creative impulses over the years have led to me working in the fields of jewellery, painting and sculpture, featuring in numerous solo and group shows. My home studio is in Te Henga, I love living close to nature and my concern for the conservation of the natural environment is reflected in my work.
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on canvas 1200 x 910
My creative impulses over the years have led to me working in the fields of jewellery, painting and sculpture, featuring in numerous solo and group shows. My home studio is in Te Henga, I love living close to nature and my concern for the conservation of the natural environment is reflected in my work.
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on paper 760 x 570
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on paper 570 x 765
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on paper 680 x 565
I have often thought I would have liked to have been born 150 years earlier in order to be able to experience this land when people moved at a pace which brought them closer to nature. Those were bird full days before the land was greatly transformed by the invasion of human settlement. One can only speculate as to how one would have viewed the feral world dwarfing and crowding in on one. I often ponder the question as to whether the bush would have been friend or foe to me in that context.
This collection of works, a feather on the ground reflects on avian extinction in Aotearoa. The feathers raining down symbolise the bird species lost down the years of human occupation. Huia were already uncommon when Europeans arrived and by the late 19th and early 20th centuries they had disappeared.
Thanks to Bill Manhire for allowing the last line of his poem Huia – a feather on the ground - to be used as title for this collection of works.
Oil on canvas 760 x 1020
Graduated with Dip FA in painting from Elam School of Fine Arts in 1969.
My creative impulses over the years have led to me working in the fields of jewellery, painting and sculpture, featuring in numerous solo and group shows. My home studio is in Te Henga, I love living close to nature and my concern for the conservation of the natural environment is reflected in my work.
Oil on canvas 760 x 1020
Graduated with Dip FA in painting from Elam School of Fine Arts in 1969.
My creative impulses over the years have led to me working in the fields of jewellery, painting and sculpture, featuring in numerous solo and group shows. My home studio is in Te Henga, I love living close to nature and my concern for the conservation of the natural environment is reflected in my work.
