We all know the one. You walk into the laundry at 2 AM, flip on the light, and there he is. Staring at you from the sink. Unbothered. Unmoving. Not paying a cent of rent. When I sat down to…
It started with a towel. My daughter’s place in Brisbane. A rustle in the dark, and suddenly there they were, baby ringtail possums, cupped gently in a towel, eyes wide open and reflecting the torchlight. Brief. Lit for a second.…
There is a reason the barn owl is steeped in myth. They don’t announce themselves. They don’t flap noisily through the air. They just appear. A silent, drifting shadow with a ghostly white face that seems to see right through…
She stands completely still in the dark. Tall. Unblinking. Watching you with a quiet, unnerving dignity. And tucked safely in her pouch is a tiny pair of ears, barely visible, trusting her completely. Meet Plus One, a stoic kangaroo mum…
We all have that one mate. The one who hears a tiny piece of gossip and immediately acts like the world is ending. The one who sees a leaf move in the wind and declares it a near-death experience. They…
They don’t flap like birds. They don’t fight for airspace. They just open their wings and let the night breeze carry them. And then, when they’re done, they hang upside down and go to sleep. Zero regrets. Meet Hang Ten,…
Where the bush comes alive after dark. Briefly. Lit for a second. Gone. The Story The first collection, Nightlife, started at my daughter’s place in Brisbane. A mother and baby ringtail possums, held in a towel, wide-eyed in the torchlight.…
I begin with a dark ground. With acrylic, I add the light that lets a subject emerge and leave other parts unresolved. The dark space is part of the composition, not a background waiting to be filled. This way of…
