Wednesday 26 December 2018

Gray's Garden

when she was trying to tell me that she has watered the flowers at Gray's Garden, she said : "Graham's …..", the second word slipped from her mind, and she looked slightly frustrated. But the next second she was smiling gently and contentedly. She was glad that the flowers were looking great at her late husband's garden, where his ashes were buried beside his favourite tree.

boy with cat

Sunday 9 December 2018

Wednesday 5 December 2018

Tuesday 4 December 2018

apartment gardening

inspired by my friend Skippy from Sydney!

Friday 30 November 2018

speak no veggie

today I made some paintings for the Vegetables Society of JooJoo Land....the chairman of the society will be very pleased.

juggling peas

still juggling peas...

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9....

ooops. no more.

a corn addict

a chilli addict

a carrot addict

a beansprout addict
a long bean addict

another long bean addict

an okra addict

a giant peas addict ( they look like grapes I know...but they are peas)

a chilli addict

Speak No Veggie

Thursday 22 November 2018

untitled faces

stars and scars

my father has dementia and he can't walk. he is very sick. he is sitting on his wheelchair looking at me. but he does not look like he is looking at me. he is not really there. but you know, or want to believe, this trapped inside this stiff Lewy Body frame, is my father. I hope that he feels peace. that is all I can hope for him.

Gillian had bone cancer for some years. she was 14 at that time when I was her art teacher. she was wheeling everywhere in her wheelchair, sometimes aided by her friends. always trying to be positive, always trying her best in everything she did. then she got better, and could walk. this was some years ago.

a few months ago I heard that she had passed away.

what can we do about suffering? how can we turn scars into stars?

the old man and the dog

  I saw this old man walking his dog a few times along Proctor's road, near where I live. or rather, his dog was walking him. I think the man is blind, and he is also very old. his dog sort of tow him along as they walk. I feel sort of warm and fuzzy inside seeing them plodding along the way they do....I think perhaps they do this every day... I made the image I remember in my mind onto this piece of cardboard from a carton box that held some beer. the torn brown-gray parts are already there and they look like a house and 2 trees to I turned it into what I saw of the old man and his dog.

this is a drawing I made of them...from memory

Wednesday 21 November 2018

vegetable heads

Mama with cabbage

Jon with parsley

me with okra

Mum with tomato ( and I got the leaves wrong)

Poh-look-alike with garlic

Kim with unknown green vegetables

Gek with dill

Hak with coriander