Where to From Here?
Ink painted with a stick on Watercolour paper - ORIGINAL SOLD 2022
66 × 93 cm
In light of everything that is happening here on the Eastern edge of Australia right now, this painting is even more relevant then when I painted it a month ago. I feel it’s very self explanatory, no mysteries here. And if we don’t make some big changes now, there really will be nothing left. What will be left? Where will we have to go? There certainly is no planet B. Even if there was let’s face it, those with all the power and money aren’t going to be making space ships for you and me to go there. Read ‘The Road’ by Cormac McCarthy if you want to feel what a grim future humans’ will be living in. The Bob Dylan song ‘Masters of War’ written in 1963, still ever so relevant sums up much more potently my feelings about the current state of humanity then I could ever articulate with my own words. As a young woman who’s at a point in her life where she needs to consider whether or not to start a family these are the words I hear in my head; You’ve thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain’t worth the blood That runs in your veins
Ink painted with a stick on Watercolour paper - ORIGINAL SOLD 2022
66 × 93 cm
In light of everything that is happening here on the Eastern edge of Australia right now, this painting is even more relevant then when I painted it a month ago. I feel it’s very self explanatory, no mysteries here. And if we don’t make some big changes now, there really will be nothing left. What will be left? Where will we have to go? There certainly is no planet B. Even if there was let’s face it, those with all the power and money aren’t going to be making space ships for you and me to go there. Read ‘The Road’ by Cormac McCarthy if you want to feel what a grim future humans’ will be living in. The Bob Dylan song ‘Masters of War’ written in 1963, still ever so relevant sums up much more potently my feelings about the current state of humanity then I could ever articulate with my own words. As a young woman who’s at a point in her life where she needs to consider whether or not to start a family these are the words I hear in my head; You’ve thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain’t worth the blood That runs in your veins
Ink painted with a stick on Watercolour paper - ORIGINAL SOLD 2022
66 × 93 cm
In light of everything that is happening here on the Eastern edge of Australia right now, this painting is even more relevant then when I painted it a month ago. I feel it’s very self explanatory, no mysteries here. And if we don’t make some big changes now, there really will be nothing left. What will be left? Where will we have to go? There certainly is no planet B. Even if there was let’s face it, those with all the power and money aren’t going to be making space ships for you and me to go there. Read ‘The Road’ by Cormac McCarthy if you want to feel what a grim future humans’ will be living in. The Bob Dylan song ‘Masters of War’ written in 1963, still ever so relevant sums up much more potently my feelings about the current state of humanity then I could ever articulate with my own words. As a young woman who’s at a point in her life where she needs to consider whether or not to start a family these are the words I hear in my head; You’ve thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain’t worth the blood That runs in your veins