DAWN BREAKS THE HEART OF DREAMERS

Solo show 2021
Boom Gallery

DAWN BREAKS THE HEART OF DREAMERS

I find context in my painting by using the landscape as a metaphor for our fragile earth,the devastation of climate change in Anthropocene and our continued human need to belong.Dawn; a paradox of waking to heartbreak and the sense of hope a new day brings. Dawn breaks the heart of dreamers; an ode to the idealised world, linving in Anthropcene. To me dawn alwyays feels like a sacred time, it calls for reverence, awe, and yet for those who love to dream it is a shock out of a blissful sleep. 

Dreaming; waking up, the pain of longing, the reality of inconvienience, the anxiety of not knowing; it is heartbreaking. The pandemic has suspended life in a dream like state, for many aching to go back to what was; carefree, impulsive, unguarded.In Falmouth on the east coast of Tasmania, there is a tea tree lined path that leads down to the rising sun, a reef and the Tasman Sea.The anticipation as the sun gently rises fills my heart with childlike hope and joy, time suspends between dark and light.Stepping over shadows, I love to tread on the flickering waking sun’s light, the lumious glow of dawn, shadowed and golden, hopeful and welcome. I don’t always experience dawn; as dreaming and sleep an equal luxury for my tired mind; perhaps why it lingers in my memory ideal.I explore treasured moments from time, the atmosphere, mystery and magic in the places I have experienced in my life. The merging of my memories of experience in the landscape, and the feelings that arise during the process of painting, enhance an intimate and intense connection to the environment and time.From the luxury of hindsight; I often idealise memories of time spent immesered in nature, however when I really connect to the moments surrounding a beautiful memory there is often drama, pain, discomfort, imperfection. Hindsight is a human and subjective measure of time; it haunts us and tempts us with places and experiences we can no longer visit. Reflecting on the recent past, the dream-like fate of life and how this connects us to the earth; dreaming, I try to capture the moment I long to reach back too and one I hope to move into.

Time and memory, like a dream; transport us back to sacred, ancient lands; fragile and precious, fleeting. 

Dawn breaks the heart of dreamers