In 2006 I won the Signature of Sydney, at the time Australia's richest art prize, with a work called The Sydney Kiss.
The brief was to create a new contemporary icon of the city. To capture its spirit, its people, its energy, its particular aliveness. I wanted something that transcended architecture and landmarks. Something felt rather than seen.
A kiss. Spontaneous, passionate, instantly understood across every culture. Within the lips, Sydney's iconic skyline. Look closer and you find the harbour, the heart of it all. Everything held within one image. Holistic. Whole.
Even then, before the SoulCircles, before the language of presence had fully formed in me, I was reaching for the same thing, art that makes you feel something. Art that, in the viewing of it, quietly lifts you.
Winning that night at the Sofitel Wentworth in Sydney, surrounded by the city I'd tried to distil into a single image, that was a moment of full circle. In more ways than one.
Photographed at the Signature of Sydney Gala and Auction for the Make A Wish Foundation, Sydney. Photography: Christian Mushenko.
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.