"Passing Glimpses"
Solo Exhibition
BCA Gallery Rarotonga
2013
Artist Statement,
When we’re passing through its hard to digest the magnitude of what goes on beyond our “Passing Glimpses”. In those seconds of transit between our world and others there is a beautiful simplicity, a portrait of good honest hard working people, a lush and vibrant landscape filled with colours to challenge any artists palate, the enticing yet threatening crashes of ocean pounding against the reef, with its cool aqua depths constantly beckoning, frames perfectly this snap shot view of paradise…
Yet pause in front of that tree with its sumptuous fruit, the sultry voice convincing you “shall ye not eat of every tree in the garden?” and suddenly the blood red nectar of dragon fruit dripping down your throat reveals your true nudity, your vulnerability. In this garden, is beauty beyond all compare, is scrupulousness beyond all heart breaking capacity, the life feeds the death and the death recycles life back into our respiratory system, essential living knowledge from the tree in the midst of the garden… “Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die” …
When we’re passing through its hard to digest the magnitude of what goes on beyond our “Passing Glimpses”. In those seconds of transit between our world and others there is a beautiful simplicity, a portrait of good honest hard working people, a lush and vibrant landscape filled with colours to challenge any artists palate, the enticing yet threatening crashes of ocean pounding against the reef, with its cool aqua depths constantly beckoning, frames perfectly this snap shot view of paradise…
Yet pause in front of that tree with its sumptuous fruit, the sultry voice convincing you “shall ye not eat of every tree in the garden?” and suddenly the blood red nectar of dragon fruit dripping down your throat reveals your true nudity, your vulnerability. In this garden, is beauty beyond all compare, is scrupulousness beyond all heart breaking capacity, the life feeds the death and the death recycles life back into our respiratory system, essential living knowledge from the tree in the midst of the garden… “Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die” …
"Banana and Coconut Trees"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm SOLD
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"Fully Air-conditioned beach house"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm
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"Several Shades of Green"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm
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"Flame Tree"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm SOLD
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"Sheraton Construction Site"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm
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"Rarotonga Harbour"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm SOLD
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"Blue Socks"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm SOLD
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"house with a view"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm
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"For Sale"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm SOLD
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"Church covered by Coconut trees"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm SOLD
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"White Rock Rental"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm
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"Beach Perspective"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm 30cm SOLD
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"Tarp and Scooter"
Acrylic on Canvas 30cm x 30cm SOLD
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"Bougainvillea"
Acrylic on Canvas 770cm x 1150cm
Speech from Exhibition opening,
As artists we spend hours, days, weeks and months locked away creating our art works it’s an exhilarating often frightening and lonely process, but the outcome for me is always one of relief and awe, because when you’re caught up in the process you forget where you’re going.
Building a house follows a similar pattern, creating something from nothing, taking the fragments of a dream and turning that puff of air into something tangible. The interesting thing with life is, that from the second were born we begin to decay. The same is of buildings, material processions, we have no right to possess that which is non-possessable.
We are all here temporarily; love honour and friendship are the only ties to our existence. During our house building process the end became a sightless blur, at this stage our builder had left with all the contractors and the non-constructive deadening silence which was left behind was almost deafening. The house was no longer a hive of progressive activity. I was there alone every day painting and working toward some reprieve of completion, the massive concrete structure echoed the feelings of a mental asylum or prison or the combination of both, but in this lonely isolation there was one other, a loan plasterer, who against his will had been left to finish a huge and daunting job. His voice broke the shards of cold cement, and gave our asylum a sense of soul. Abel, the loan plasterer brought life back into our house and our dream, his songs would reverberate off the concrete walls and travel throughout the house as though we were occupied by angels.
This exhibition looks at our passing glimpses of other people’s lives their homes and their history, and our relation to that as viewers or passers-by and also as those who chose to settle. Everything decays like many of these houses, we all go back to the earth but everything starts with a dream and in there somewhere is a love and a passion to connect. Let us not merely be passing glimpses with each other, because we enhance our lives through our connections and our love, we all make each other better people.
I have the huge honour and pleasure tonight of introducing my personal angel and the voice who broke the piecing silence and made our house a home … Abel, who I’m sure as he did me will transcend within you all a heart worth knowing.
Framed Prints now available
Framed prints available direct from the artist at $500 please email to enquire
46cm x 46cm frame with glass
