Bone Singer

Earth Gallery

Bone Singer Earth Element Art Gallery

The Australian Aboriginal people believe the universe has two aspects – the physical world in which we live and another connected world from which it is derived called the Dreamtime. The physical world is the origin of measurement, weight, space and time; it is through these earthly emanations we define our physical nature and the visible world around us. The Earth Gallery is a celebration of the connection between our human spirit and the material world.

Some believe the Earth is our mother. Is it any wonder then why ancient man honoured caves and cliffs, stones and mountains with paintings, carvings and shrines?

The painting Earth Woman gives the earth a presence as a living being. Her body forms the landscape and nourishes everything that grows from it. Every person I’ve met in my studio viewing this painting sees something different; something that speaks just to them. One person thought she was being born from her rocky enclosure, the star of hope shining high above in the sky. Another person saw her as a sacrifice, bleeding slowly into the hills, with a sad look in her eyes. A child noticed the rocky cliffs "kissing her knees" and laughed out loud. The earth is all these things: beauty, hope, birth, sacrifice, and yes, even the wonderful, physical sensation of a kiss.

Sacred Hart is an earthy painting born from a dream. I could hear the sound of predators chasing me through the dark forest, the smell of damp earth, pine needles and moss ripe in my nostrils. As I ran my legs became long and thin, my body heavy, and antlers grew from the top of my head. As a hart, my running grew swift, my breath came fast, and my senses exploded with smell, sight and sound. As I ran through the forest I became the forest and turned and faced death with unusually joyful excitement. The wolves sprang and tore my deer form asunder, until I was little more than blood and bones on the leafy path. A diamond–like spark of luminosity grew and re–created my physical body into that of a pale woman, translucent in form and with great lightness of spirit. A hand touched my heart and set it beating. I sat, embraced by the soil of the forest, canopied by trees, and knew what it was to be truly alive.

My paintings are like standing stones, honouring the earth and the bones of our ancestors.

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