400 Seagulls
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.
I painted them in the blues and turquoise of the Abrolhos, sky and sea flowing together, wind on the waves. Individual birds, each one distinct, yet forming something unified in their movement. Fleeting and enduring at once. The way history always is.
For seafarers across centuries, a seagull meant land was near. After weeks of open ocean, that first sighting carried everything, hope, relief, the vastness of what had just been crossed. I wanted that feeling inside the work. The quiet enormity of it.
400 Seagulls was included in Batavia Unravelled, an exhibition curated by Emma Clare Bussell at the Geraldton Regional Art Gallery, drawn exclusively from the City of Greater Geraldton's permanent art collection. To see this work placed within a broader curatorial narrative, alongside historically and culturally significant works held by the City, was deeply meaningful. These are the islands I grew up beside. This history belongs to the place that shaped me.
The work holds both the vastness of time and the intimacy of presence. An invitation to consider how stories, place and memory continue to ripple through the now.
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. I wanted them in the work. Not as decoration but as presence. A way of literally embodying the sea within the circle.
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. The kind of space that does something to your sense of scale, of yourself, of time, of what matters.
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. I wanted them in the work. Not as decoration but as presence. A way of literally embodying the sea within the circle.
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. Let the water move through the ink in its own way, in its own time.
What surprised me was how much I had to release
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.
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, original works and fine art prints alongside fashion accessories and homewares. A place to linger rather than pass through.
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. A moment to soften. A place to arrive.