Artivism - Turtle Island, Fiji
For a hundred million years sea turtles have moved through the world's oceans. Quietly. Purposefully. Ancient beyond imagination.
On Turtle Island in Fiji, where the local culture holds these animals as sacred, I encountered one of the most unexpected and moving uses of art I've ever witnessed. To protect the turtles from hunters and poachers, the island carefully catches them, paints their shells, and releases them back into the sea. A painted turtle is no longer desirable to those who would take it. The art becomes a lifesaver. Literally.
I was invited to be part of it.
Painting directly onto a living turtle, feeling the warmth of its shell, the patience of its stillness, was unlike anything I'd experienced. A co-creation with one of the sea's most graceful creatures. Presence meeting presence.
It clarified something I'd long felt: art awakens empathy. And empathy allows change. This is what I mean when I use the word artivism, art not as decoration but as activation. A quiet force for care.
My greater vision has always included this. Art that cultivates compassion for our oceans, for the animals within them, for the blue planet we share.
Open your heart and let love in.
Photographed at Blue Lagoon, Turtle Island in Fiji.
Seashells remind us that every passing life leaves something beautiful behind. These works began on the beach in front of my studio in Geraldton. I'd walk the shore and forage, shells worn smooth by the sea, shaped by time and tide into something quietly perfect.
Four hundred seagulls. One for each year since Dutch navigator Frederick de Houtman made the first recorded European sighting of the Houtman Abrolhos Islands in 1619.
Selected as a finalist in the Mid West Art Prize 2021 at the Geraldton Regional Art Gallery, Western Australia.
Buried was made with ink and seawater on paper. Simple materials. But chosen deliberately.
Selected as the first of ten artists to attend the Ebb+Flow Residency with the North Midlands Project, supported by Regional Arts Western Australia. A month in the Western Australian bushland. Vast, raw, unhurried.
Seashells remind us that every passing life leaves something beautiful behind. These works began on the beach in front of my studio in Geraldton. I'd walk the shore and forage, shells worn smooth by the sea, shaped by time and tide into something quietly perfect.
Eight minutes inside the studio. This short film follows the making of my Seashell SoulCircle series, the float sculptures, the process, the thinking behind it. But more than a making-of, it's a glimpse into how my art and my life are genuinely the same thing. Not separate. Never separate.
There's a particular kind of letting go that only happens at the water's edge. I'd always painted of the sea, its colour, its feeling, what it means to me. But one day I wanted the sea to paint with me. So I took the work to the shore. Immersed it in the ocean.
For a hundred million years sea turtles have moved through the world's oceans. Quietly. Purposefully. Ancient beyond imagination. On Turtle Island in Fiji, where the local culture holds these animals as sacred, I encountered one of the most unexpected and moving uses of art I've ever witnessed.
Some ideas start simply. I wanted a space that felt like the sea. Not a gallery in the traditional sense. Not just a shop. Somewhere you could slow down, breathe, let the seaside state of mind do what it does. Sea-inspired sounds, SoulCircles on the walls…
Some works arrive as statements. This one arrived as a whisper. Slip into the Silence, You'll Find Me There is an ink-on-paper SoulCircle in soft greys and lilac, held within a gentle circular form that doesn't ask for attention so much as offer a pause.