Ghost Child
A child is born into a particular place and is shaped by that place. This child is in each of us, it could be any of us. It is naked and vulnerable. It explores and discovers and learns. It grows old but it is still the same child. You have to be small to see these things. We are small.
Baby in the tussocks 61 X 76 cm oil on hardboard
We come from the stony rises 61 X 46 cm oil on hardboard
The beautiful corellas 51 X 69 cm oil on plywood
Baby and the zigzag stream 92 X 61 cm oil on hardboard
Asleep in the tussocks 61 X 76 cm oil on hardboard
Wait for me, don’t leave me 31 X 45 cm oil on hardboard
Where the rocks and thistles grow 46 X 61 cm oil on hardboard
Sleeping on the side 61 X 76 cm oil on hardboard
Follow the sheep path 41 X 61 cm oil on plywood
Running through the tussocks 45 X 60 cm oil on MDF
So far, so much 91 X 61 cm oil on hardboard
In the pines 46 X 61 cm oil on hardboard
In the rocks 61 X 45 cm oil on hardboard
Go where the water goes 51 X 68 cm oil on MDF
Leaping from rock to rock 61 X 45 cm oil on hardboard
Child up a Tree – No Come Down 45 X 60 cm oil on plywood
Spring-heeled Jack 65 X 66 cm oil on board
If you would build, first dig 45 X 34 cm oil on hardboard
Searching for the lost Pacific Star 61 X 45 cm oil on hardboard
Asleep in the rocks 48 X 61 cm oil on hardboard
Self-portrait 1985 61 x 46 cm oil on hardboard
Enter this place, become this place: face in a sheep trough 46 X 34 cm oil on hardboard
Became stone 40 X 61 cm oil on plywood
Became wood 61 X 46 cm oil on plywood
Became water 72 X 49 cm oil on MDF
Became paper 61 X 48 cm oil on hardboard