Personal symbols inform my imagery. Predominantly and historically, the narrative has been the driving force for me as an artist.
These simple and humble images of pines are deeply personal symbols of love, but they are also themselves; they are particular trees I see as I traverse the hinterland in my weekly comings and goings. They are beings that have seduced me very quietly with their stillness, their elegance, their majesty, their stoic resistance to the hubbub of human activity, and their individuality. It is the unique quality of each tree that tells the story… that holds the secret of the past.
One of the trees fell during the storms over Christmas; when I saw it in the paddock, a broken tragic memory of itself; I was reminded that love is a transitory place that has its own evolution… birth, growth, death and renewal.
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