2014 Artwork and Poetry

Creative Connections Art & Poetry Exhibitions gratefully acknowledges the assistance, through the  Community Grants Program, from the Office of Multicultural Interests which provided the funding for the 2014 Exhibition.

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Artists/Poets

  1. Rick Sullivan / Kevin Gillam & Tash Adams
  2. Kristen Cameron / Fran Graham & Rosie Barter
  3. Kathy Adair / Graeme Butler & Mike Greenacre
  4. Lisa Joyce / Coral Carter & Amanda Joy
  5. Sharleen Jespersen / Liana Joy Christensen & Nathan Hondros
  6. Peter Dixon / Sue Clennell & Peter Jeffrey OAM
  7. Karen Forbes Smith / Maree Dawes & Amanda Joy
  8. Greg Barr / Gary Colombo De Piazzi & Julienne Juschke
  9. Catherine White / Tanya Knott & Meryl Manoy
  10. Kaye Howell / Veronica Lake & Brigita Ferencak
  11. Janine Noonan / Deanne Leber & Christina Gammon
  12. Holly Gray / Kevin Gillam & Sarah Leighton
  13. Richard Kousins / Meryl Manoy & Fran Graham
  14. Chris White / Mike Greenacre & J.R.McRae
  15. Vicky-Lee Devenish / Tineke Van der Eecken & Jacqui Merckenschlager
  16. Cameron Dermer / Nathan Hondros & Carol Millner
  17. David Brainstater / Deb Micallef & Peter Jeffrey OAM
  18. Stephen Franklin / Amanda Joy & Scott-Patrick Mitchell
  19. Delores Purdie / Julienne Juschke & Max Merckenschlager
  20. Chris Reynolds / Jan Napier & Tanya Knott
  21. Jessica Cantatore / 
Val Neubecker & Veronica Lake
  22. Michael Sinclair / Deanne Leber & Ron Okely
  23. Gillian Deague / Sarah Leighton & Colleen O’Grady
  24. Shelley Marcolina / Virginia O’Keeffe & Jacqui Merckenschlager
  25. Clinton Carter / J.R. McRae & Allan Padgett
  26. Clinton Carter / Meryl Manoy & Chris Palazzolo
  27. Andrew Murray / Max Merckenschlager & Glen Phillips
  28. Sharon Siciliano / Kelly Pilgrim-Byrne & Deb Micallef
  29. Elinor Doddrell / Carol Millner & Peter Rondel
  30. Ben Lee / Zan Ross & Scott-Patrick Mitchell
  31. Owen Nylander / Jan Napier & Peter Rondel
  32. Janelle McMahon / Val Neubecker & Tineke Van der Eecken
  33. Jason Whittington / Rose van Son & Ron Okely
  34. Owen Nylander / Colleen O’Grady & Joanna Wakefield
  35. Lana Davie / Mags Webster & Virginia O’Keeffe
  36. Matthew Froud / Allan Padgett & Gail Willems
  37. Shelley Marcolina / Chris Palazzolo & Tash Adams
  38. Denis Tomlinson / Glen Phillips & Rosie Barter
  39. Warren Brass / Liana Joy Christensen & Kelly Pilgrim-Byrne
  40. Darren Towie / Peter Rondel & Sue Clennell
  41. Joel Grant / Zan Ross & Maree Dawes
  42. Vivienne Sharp / Val Neubecker & Gary Colombo De Piazzi
  43. Peter Layton / Christina Gammon & Tineke Van der Eecken
  44. Lisa Bernic / Rose van Son & Kevin Gillam
  45. Katie Bassett / Jacqui Merckenschlager & Joanna Wakefield
  46. Jeff Loh / Jan Napier & Mags Webster
  47. Paul Rusconi / Chris Palazzolo & Gail Willems
  48. Paul Wright / Tash Adams & Glen Phillips
  49. John Pearson / Ron Okely & Rosie Barter
  50. Gavin McNamara / Rose van Son & Graeme Butler
  51. Vivienne Sharp / Coral Carter & Mags Webster
  52. Pauline Birrell / Liana Joy Christensen & Gail Willems
  53. Pauline Birrell / Sue Clennell & Fran Graham
  54. Diana Coote / Maree Dawes
& J.R.McRae
  55. Diana Coote / Deanne Leber & Gary Colombo De Piazzi
  56. Lisa Coles / Max Merckenschlager & Veronica Lake
  57. Donna Barnsley / Brigita Ferencak & Zan Ross
  58. Emma Biasin / Christina Gammon & Allan Padgett

 

 
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  1. Rick Sullivan

1. Ric Sullivan

Untitled, 52 x 50 Mixed media on board

 

the day

dawn,
a bottle-top sky,
flotsam of can-openers,
coloured matchsticks of dreaming,
washers scattered,
toggles strewn,
corner braces askew –
the day
awaiting assembly

Kevin Gillam

 


 

map to salvation

this map
topography
salvage
piled precisely

saving dugongs
and black swans
from a diet of aluminium
and plastic seagrass

Tash Adams


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  1. Kristen Cameron

2. Kristen Cameron

Untitled, 54 x 46 Ink & pastel on paper

 

Kristen knows

Beneath the tangled
bark and bracken
rustling sounds from the shadows
stir the stream.
Steady against the quiet
the mystery morphs
into the oddest shape
as out from underneath
waddles
the platypus.

Fran Graham

 


 

in bush’s tangle something sleeping
rouses from its carbon days
season of seared earth, of ash, of burn
is throwing off its winter shawl

as Kristen dips, she sparks, she dashes
her urgent strokes all swarm in colour
blue orchid, gold and crimson pea flowers
green twigs, a bud, bright velvet moss

see! her magic wand has rallied spring

Rosie Barter


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  1. Kathy Adair

3. Kathy Adair copy

Untitled, 41 x 59 Acrylic on paper

 

Bullets striking the helmet
made an horrific din.
Ned looked out and saw rioting
colours of violence
in the chaotic upsurge of yellow wattle
red gum and blue Leschenaultia.

Graeme Butler

 


 

Colours and Words

The rhythm of birds flying
tosses colours in early dawn

Voices burst forth in heartfelt
melodies across your world

With joy and laughter
family and friends converge.

Mike Greenacre


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  1. Lisa Joyce

4. Lisa Joyce

Untitled, 40 x 42 Acrylic on paper

 

blue agate heals a broken throat
torn ribbon clouds across sky
river delta overflow
blinded eye
veins beneath winter white skin
painted china
a woman feeds
wounded birds
hidden in blue
a sigh

Coral Carter


 

Colour of kingfishers in latticed swatches
as they cut water into shimmering whorls

Drifts of silky paint, migratory as water
Come to rest in indigo and russet gold

White as salt, the page which holds
angels dancing on the roof
An Artist’s soul

Amanda Joy


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  1. Sharleen Jespersen

5. Sharleen Jespersen

Untitled, 42 x 53 Acrylic on paper

 

Seeing Differently

Mum is alarmed, watching
the storm clouds gather.

She does not turn and see
as I look up and grin

—then toss my scarf
to the playful wind.

Liana Joy Christensen


 

Subsumed beneath the earth of ink surface
What colours struggle in the grip of edged dark
A cool bright morning in July
Only you and I are awake
Blue is under there and above, a thin surface
Splayed between our other layers
The red turbulence stamped from force of brush
And the green of a field
Dripping from fragrant leaves

Nathan Hondros


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  1. Peter Dixon

6. Pete Dixon

Untitled, 43 x 54 Artist proof, ink print

 

Are there silvery white
mirages on geranium red roads
like there are on bitumen?
The bush keeps many secrets.

Sue Clennell


 

Changing Flight Pattern

Dimly through clouds of rust red,
We see the ever scarring of factories
And roads that outline the earth
In an ever devouring scratching scab,
Where once the fields ran golden with wheat.
Of a sudden, a clouded barrier
Of fluffy white rolls redeeming
And casting a new strong light.

Peter Jeffrey OAM


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  1. Karen Forbes Smith

7. Karen Forbes-Smith

Untitled 55 x 72 Fabric on paper

 

The best lace cloth

covers the gate legged table
lets the dark wood
shine through

the best lace cloth
covered in cake stands
and teacups
shows off a decorative edge.

Maree Dawes

 


Laced

Riddle of frizz, overlaid
in the making, moonsnuffed
clouds lacing over orbits.

Meridians weft,
each surface, a cusp flocked to
each crest, a secret layer
slipped under

Amanda Joy


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  1. Greg Barr

8. Greg Barr - Brothers Inside

Brothers Inside, 60 x 76 Acrylic on paper

 

There is a weight on my breath
deeper than any ache.
A sense of something beyond dread
to fill days with voids.

Days when you were here
days when you are not
and I am left in the uneasy flash of colour
splashed against the drab of you locked inside.

Gary Colombo De Piazzi


 

I Haven’t Looked Back

I look at the paints; and play with the colours
Contrasts and hues; with layers of others

I survey the valley; and gaze at the cliffs
Each painting like opening; some birthday gifts

I wanted to do it; with creative attack
I did it, and found; I haven’t looked back

Julienne Juschke


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  1. Catherine White

9. Cathy White

Untitled, 97 x 38 Acrylic on canvas

 

Summer red ribbons
Dancing a riot in the breeze
Begging to be cut

Tanya Knott


 

A kaleidoscope of colour
burst across the page
Cathy is creating
her works in many ways.
Acrylics and water colours,
art tools beyond convention –
Cathy tries them all
and thus claims our attention.

Meryl Manoy


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  1. Kaye Howell

10. Kaye Howell

Untitled, 40 x 90 Acrylic on canvas

 

Blue Hiatus

that moment
rising swelling
an arc of shifting blue
a hiatus
of time and motion
paused on the cusp…
cresting, crashing,
tumbling & falling
into fragmented foam

Veronica Lake


 

Rolling and Roaring Seas
Seagulls – Carriers of Hope.
Bound to find Land where none can be seen.
Life in all its Simplicity,
Life in all its Perfection.

Brigita Ferencak


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  1. Janine Noonan

11. Janine Noonan- Coloured Patterns

Coloured Patterns,
36 x 33 Pastel on paper

 

We peered through
the hole in the fence

swapped lunches
toys and jokes

tears and shrapnel
leftovers from fights

closing the distance
with pinky promises

Deanne Leber


 

Down the rabbit hole;
leaves pirouette like children playing,
golden sand sweeps
side to side
like a waltzing mist,
distorting concept into a
mesmerizing
dream.

Christina Gammon


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  1. Holly Gray

12. Holly Gray

Untitled, 36 x 28 Acrylic on canvas

 

fours

four trunks writhing skyward,
force of sap and leaves keening,
forever blossoms to birth and gift again
for these are the steeples, the not
forsakens, brailled bark
for reading, limbs and rings
forming creeds and time’s reason

Kevin Gillam


 

Artist,
Select your coloured threads,
Make lace of floating clouds,
Surround with gentle sound.
Observer,
In this dreamy world
of shadow shapes,
and pastel softness,
feel the inner harmony
of a peaceful soul.

Sarah Leighton


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  1. Richard Kousins

13. Richard Kousins copy

Untitled, 25 x 30 Acrylic on canvas board

 

charred trees
bushfire rages
black death

Meryl Manoy

 


 

Wild Fire

Today, orange speaks
to Richard so he loads up
his rollers and spreads
his passion across the page.
Flames leap as he breathes
his excitement
vivid in texture and tone.
It could also be a field of
wild flowers and a pony
nibbling the poppies.

Fran Graham


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  1. Chris White

14. Chris White

Untitled, 50 x 40 Acrylic on canvas

 

Dance Hall

The vibrant lace of flowers
rises in urgency towards sky

in greens and
yellows and whites they dance

with skirts twirling and
partners’ arms outstretched

the pianist’s hands pounding
out rhythm and blues

as the night grows wild.

Mike Greenacre


 

Capturing Spring

Wattle and wind swept leaves
Swirl down in the eddying stream…
It’s Spring, but a patch of snow
Glitters and glows …

I feel the golden sun
Warm on my hands and cheeks.
It’s the warmth of the colours
I’ll capture, the feel of Spring I seek.

J.R.McRae


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  1. Vicky-Lee Devenish

15. Vicky-Lee Devenish

Untitled, 25 x 20 Acrylic & pastel on canvas

 

malachite kingfisher

his beak a fish
his eye the sky
his heart a home
his flight the wind
his touch the sun
his coat a rainbow
of a thousand flowers

Tineke Van der Eecken

 


 

How Green Is My Valley

The cottage glows with inner warmth
as Spring peeps through
energising neat flower beds.
Beyond my valley, tangled trees
scramble to the defining edge of boundary rocks.

Jacqui Merckenschlager


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  1. Cameron Dermer

16.Cameron Dermer-Pongo from 101 Dalmatians

Pongo from 101 Dalmatians, 46 x 46 Acrylic on canvas

 

The split grin horizon
As sharp and sweet as the
Jaws of a happy, lucky dog
Watching from a window sill
Where my friend leaves his poems to dry
See the blemished blue sky
The flesh and yellow of the earth
The freedom of animals, of muscles
Of black and white release
The you and the I
Off the leash for once

Nathan Hondros

 


 

Pongo!

You have reminded me
how the olive green paperback
smelled new and had to be folded open.
You have reminded me how we loved
the delicate line drawings & hated DeVille.
You have reminded me how –
from our world of bitzas
collies ‘n kelpies – we were transported
nose first into his polka-dot world.

Carol Millner


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  1. David Brainstater

17. David Brandstate - Yellow and all Colour

Yellow and all Colour, 36 x 45 Acrylic on

 

Yellow and all colours

Sunlight
Fills every corner with a saffron glow
Warm and inviting
Gilding each surface with gold
A spectrum, a rainbow, a riotous display
A brilliant, dazzling, generous soul.

Deb Micallef


 

Running Water, Shifting Frames

Oscillate, palpitate, articulate
Squares of colour and let them merge
Into ever fresher colours and bands.
The world is shifting frames,
Entrapping different fields of meaning,
That change like chameleons before our very eyes.

Peter Jeffrey OAM


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  1. Stephen Franklin

18. Stephen Franklin copy

Untitled, 25 x 35 Oil on canvas

 

Drumming

Drummed colour into
a russet blaze over eyelets of
bluebelling inky

Water leaves
Seasons leave

Crackling fragments stay
in the rhythm, leaving us
to ask-

Where in the whorl
Did you see that light?

Amanda Joy


 

positions of a winged hymn

. elsewhere in this world a blue
fairy wren threw lost it’s elbows
, but here it is again, in a sin
-gular pose. our landscape is
emotional; in danger we aren’t
, but this bird…pray it is never
undone, an unknown becomes
.

Scott-Patrick Mitchell


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  1. Delores Purdie

19. Delores Purdy copy

Untitled, 25 x 35 Oil on canvas

 

Pure Joy

Ready… steady… go
Load the brush and throw

A master surveyor
Of texture and layer

Stroll on a rose-scented path

Poised and controlled
ready to roll

Roll up your sleeves
And scrunch the leaves

Now lie in a raspberry bath

Julienne Juschke


 

Shipwrecked off Biscay

Wild-eyed convict women scream
their babies slip away in dream.
Antipodes, a future lost
in spill of rafts and wreckage tossed.

Max Merckenschlager


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  1. Chris Reynolds

20. Chris Reynolds - Fireworks

Fireworks, 68 x 79 Acrylic on leather

 

Fireworks
At apogee
skyrockets crack
Stars fizz like pop bottles
gold red green
flower into fountains.
We watch a river
s
often their fall
quench their fire.

Jan Napier


 

Dazzling explosions
Of ceremonious light
Cars line the foreshore

Tanya Knott


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  1. Jessica Cantatore

21. Jessica Cantatore

Untitled, 33 x 40 Acrylic on paper

 

Late Afternoon

the fields of Provence
kaleidoscope into
fifty shades of green

the mistral wind roars
in from the north,
sweeping
buttercups and poppies
like brushstrokes
on a canvas.


Val Neubecker


 

Rebirth

Deep within
green forest seething
lies a secret place,
where secret heart’s blood
pumps, surges and
life regenerates;
Wild eyes flicker wide
alive in darkness.
Hope is renewed.

Veronica Lake


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  1. Michael Sinclair

22. Michael Sinclair

Untitled, 25 x 20 Acrylic on canvas

 

With knife and brush
I pushed around the colours
And lit the page

The last sign of the fire
Was the landscape
Reaching into charcoal

Crackling and spluttering
Trying
To catch its breath

Deanne Leber

 


 

The other side of darkness

They lie
who would trash the planet
claiming their might as right
From his recumbent position
the artist creates his picture
declaring with limited movement
that beyond the gloom of darkness
shines the light of each new day

Ron Okely


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  1. Gillian Deague

23. Gillian Deague

Untitled, 29 x 20 Water colour & mixed media

 

Fantasy

You took my breath away
With this joyous forest!
Surrealist dawn,
Like in a storybook.
I could sit for hours
Amongst these painted trees,
Or slowly stroll
Through verdant pasture,
To salute the rising sun

Sarah Leighton


 

Classical music fills Gillian’s ears
As she paints brilliant tears
Of dotted delight, the pink of rose
Pretty blues on delicate mauve
And gentle aqua brings to mind
The art of a woman so refined
And with a sweep of the brush
Some colours rise like a blush.
Appear delicately contoured trails
Of interesting shapes like animal tails

Colleen O’Grady


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  1. Shelley Marcolina

24. Shelley Marcolina

Untitled, 45 x 55 Oil pastel on canvas board

 

Sinuous

A linear curve replicates and turns,
Provides us with mystery;
what lies beyond that twist out of sight?
An S, a capital, a precursor of words,
a symbol of secrecy,
Sizzling start of summer. A stanchion, a sail.
A sunburst of stitchery for Shelley.

Virginia O’Keeffe

 


 

Guy Fawkes Night

Neighbours gathered, billies boiled, sausages sizzled
enthusiast fathers emptied beer bottles in readiness
children ignited the entertainment with glowing sticks
jumping jacks, sparklers and squibs, squeals and leaps
big boys joined in with explosions of colour
as Catherine wheels spun on rickety fenceposts
and sky rockets, launched from beer bottles,
excited the smouldering sky. Whee!

Jacqui Merckenschlager


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  1. Clinton Carter

25. Clinton Carter

Untitled, 47 x 57 Artist proof, ink print

 

Patterns

I love the precision of circles,
The consistent click, clack of wheels.
The notion of black and the contrast of white,
A clarity you can feel.

I love the patterns of nature,
The rhythm of cycles and streams.
The way things grow, the way they flow
And nothing quite what it seems…

J.R. McRae


 

Snowflakian diatoms populate the heaving riven sea
too fine for the human hand to feel
or for the human eye to see
but: in their teeming trillions they sustain life,
and in so doing, comfort and nurture an evolving
curvature. The yearning artist pulls his thoughts
and feelings in finely drafted drawings
through an inky screen. And a wonderland
of transformation and startling patterned shapes appears
as if by magic.

Allan Padgett


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  1. Clinton Carter

26. Clinton Carter

Untitled, 57 x 47 Artist proof ink print

 

Enclosed in a frame
two millipedes –
what’s in a name?
A skeleton screen printed,
how is this done?
The secret is Clinton’s.

Meryl Manoy


 

Exoskeleton

Inside/outside
does not concern me anymore.
Locking my insides out here
in a cage of syntax
enables me to continue to be
there is no hypocrisy.
This, my exoskeleton,
is outside outside
and inside you
is outside too

Chris Palazzolo


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  1. Andrew Murray

27. Andrew Murray

Untitled, 59 x 48 Acrylic on paper

 

Inferno

Licking scarlet tongues
search in hunger,
lap the cooled seething embers.
Beyond the trauma
far below, a valley of green
is spotted by scouts.
It trembles,
quivers
and prays.

Max Merckenschlager

 


 

Green Dragon Abstract

The little green dragon waited so long
for the flare of spring’s red poppies
in fields and woods to unfold for him.

Now he pranced happily eyeing petunias
pinkly ready to unravel his returning.

Glen Phillips


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  1. Sharon Siciliano

28. Sharon Siciliano

Untitled, 31 x 38 Acrylic on paper

 

The Eye

I am the centre of the storm,
wormholes surround me
as I travel the universe, from A to Infinity
amongst the whirling chaos.

Kelly Pilgrim-Byrne


 

Blooming tangerine and mint
An orange eagle wafts on a marshmallow sigh
Peach mist fingers, curling around,
Mint and tangerine cloud of leaves
Autumn floating downs
Coppery in the breeze.

Deb Micallef


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  1. Elinor Doddrell

29. Elinor Doddrell

Untitled, 27 x 47 Acrylic on paper

 

lithe skein of dog
warm brown, mid-tan, russet
arching under the brush

Carol Millner


 

Through the windows I saw
quite simply by chance,
a family of eels
in a strange kind of dance.

The music was coming
from down on the sand,
so skillfully played
by the new crayfish band.

Peter Rondel


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  1. Ben Lee

30. Ben Lee

Untitled, 27 x 47 Acrylic on paper

 

The elbow as brush,
and caves, sky and jungle
appear on paper. What
I feel – the hard-won world
in triptych, silent shadow
and light … deep soul
music if you listen closely.

Zan Ross


 

coral triptych

. i paint coral fractions w/ my
elbows. in the middle, i follow
my nose as bee’s pollen blows
currency throughout a meadow
.
in the algorithm hymn of giving
we share celestial plans: show where
to dance, give flowers a better chance
.

Scott-Patrick Mitchell


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  1. Owen Nylander

31. Owen Nylander

Untitled, 27 x 47 Acrylic on wood

 

See strands of a story
split into beginnings
middles ends.
Ideas and inspirations
are neatly outlined
in black and white.

Jan Napier


 

If I could see as Eagles do
or owls that hunt at night,
would visions be a wond’rous view
seen in a different light?

Would I see shadows on the ground
in colours that are only found
in tales of magic, fairytales,
where child-like fantasy prevails?

So shadows too can play a role
in all that makes a poet’s soul.

Peter Rondel


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  1. Janelle McMahon

32. Jenelle McMahon

Untitled, 38 x 30 Acrylic on paper

 

Day’s End

a deepening sky,
the last remnants of
a fiery sunset
drifting across
a filigreed gate

a sense of tranquillity
at day’s end.

Val Neubecker

 


 

Universe

back stroke in coal water
spray aqua bubbles around
moons of Mercury

Tineke Van der Eecken


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  1. Jason Whittington

33.Jason Whittington

Untitled, 33 x 41 Pencil & acrylic on paper

 

Favourite lines

Once in spring
I found your favourite lines
framed in white
the colours angled
left to right
the words below
your signature revealed
released for all to see

Rose van Son

 


 

Bassendean: Then and now

Then

Years ago
a boy grew up in Bassendean
watching his father
grow sweet peas for show
First Prize tickets
were always red
His dad loved red tickets

Now

The art class meets
on Monday in Bassendean
More red tickets

Ron Okely


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  1. Owen Nylander

34. Owen Nylander

Untitled, 39 x 46 Acrylic on canvas board

 

Owen’s technique was his desire
To show a more interesting view
With startling red like that of fire
Streams of black passing through
Of a hidden black-shaped harp
With a frame that enhances all
The beautiful painting clear and sharp
A pride to hang on anyone’s wall.

Colleen O’Grady


 

Fiery leaves in autumn wood,
where perhaps nymphs hide in dark places
with cicadas, troupes, tinkers and squirrels,
they busy themselves scrunching and scuttling
before a carpet of royal crimson falls
to show us the way to Winter.

Joanna Wakefield


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  1. Lana Davie

35. Lana Davie

Untitled 37 x 50 Acrylic on paper

 

Colour Portrait

Here’s a carnival that sings
alizarin, shouts in Prussian
out-loud-blue. You’ve splashed
into a (lemon yellow) twist
of giggle; grooved
a mood in mauve.
White space
is your silence
before
our response.

Mags Webster


 

Red Capped Parrot

A subtle slam of parrot in a tree, Purpureicephalus Spurius has
come to tea. Red on his head, red on his socks, he’s even
wearing red on his jocks. His coat is all colours: grape, lime and
sun; Purpureicephalus is a body of fun.

He clambers upside down the lilly-pilly, totally unaware that I
think he looks silly. His manners are dire, he spits fruit in the
drive and his voice is the scratch of a board and a wire.

But Oh, when he flies, this clumsy fat-feathered Spurius, he
whips through the air, and becomes Spurius Most Glorious.

Virginia O’Keeffe


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  1. Matthew Froud

36. Mathew Froud

Untitled, 37 x 50 Acrylic on paper

 

It would be too easy to glibly say:
life can be turbulent.
But hey, Brother,
it can be.
And as with your art –
these tempestuous waves salute
you in their bold unfolding
as they rear and rumble
in a steel blue cluster
upon a fragile, yet sturdy, shore.

Allan Padgett


 

Light, separated by the stain of water
cut loose from clouds, stumbles over the oceans canvas
meets the ultimate blue of the muscled sea.
I took the light from the sky and offered it to you.

Gail Willems


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  1. Shelley Marcolina

37. Shelley Marcolina

Untitled, 36 x 49 Acrylic & oil pastel on

 

Morning Hair

I see my morning hair;
the blues the light in the cold cold air;
the red the digits above the pillow’s seam;
the field what remains of sleep and dream;
the yellow the chink of sun in the blind,
and greens the trees my eyes will find.
Heave my legs to the edge of the bed
the hair rises with my crusty head.

Chris Palazzolo


 

under the reflection of reeds –
black bream
schooling

Tash Adams


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  1. Denis Tomlinson

38. Dennis (Harry) Tomlinson - Big Boats

Big Boats, 30 x 60 Acrylic on canvas

 

Just Another Day

It seemed another day by the blue sea.
Who could know a tsunami crouched on
its haunches in watery wastes offshore
ready to spring at our homeland, gather
houses, cars and hopes in merciless maw?

Glen Phillips


 

Big Boats

For a second I saw Monet
his luminous blues in a nuanced sea
azure cobalt indigo ultramarine
a thousand passing impressions
caught with a full wet brush   choppy strokes
and a steamer  or is it a tug  a tanker  an Ark?
jostling  bobbing  a fugitive moment
one sunny afternoon in Freo
with ice-cream and lemonade
a million miles from France.

Rosie Barter


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  1. Warren Brass

39. Warren Brass

Untitled, 45 x 45 Acrylic on canvas

 

Perspective

Little blue spots that come
to us all are rendered
faithfully, but small

— in the overall scheme truly
sorrow is but a single step
in the dance of life.

Joy sings through
these greens
like the memory of trees.

Liana Joy Christensen


 

The Pear

Nature’s metronome,
windswept and overripe
swings fat-bottomed and lush,
fruity Latin moves.

Kelly Pilgrim-Byrne


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  1. Darren Towie

40. Darren Towie - Cherry & Tomatoes

Cherry & Tomatoes, 40 x 75 Acrylic on canvas

 

Six strawb’ries set sail
on a rickety old raft
some thought it strange
but everyone laughed.

They sailed from the jetty
when no-one was there,
but where were they going?
They just didn’t care.

Peter Rondel


 

My tomatoes are red-faced children
with the sunlight trapped inside.
Waiting for the ripening,
waiting to leave the field.
Each containing seeds
for the next crop.

Sue Clennell


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  1. Joel Grant

41. Joel Grant - Thunder Storms

Thunderstorms, 50 x 71 Acrylic on canvas board

 

Water as light;
water becoming light;
deep water, almost black –
the medium, the scratched
form whirls. All this from
me: what I see rising in
water during days spent
thundering down on
earth.

Zan Ross


 

Storm

Off centre there is darkness
cold that pierces instead of hovering

senses open for sound and flash
too easy to judge dark as angry light finds its way.

Maree Dawes


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  1. Vivienne Sharp

42A&B Vivienne Sharp

Untitled, 26 x 52 Acrylic on paper

 

Alpine Freedom

the breeze brushes her face
as fingers slide
the ribbons free

streaming
soaring
whirling in confusion
above the snow

then down
to the fields below.

Val Neubecker


 

In my life there is always two.

You guide me while I find myself
in colour that escapes my brush
and draws me outside.
Catches autumn leaves falling
and the swirl of flowers on clear sky days.

With my hands I grow into the hues
you bring me and shape each stroke
into a smile that has me signing “more”.

Gary Colombo De Piazzi


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  1. Peter Layton

43. Peter Layton - Drumming

Drumming, 30 x 30 Acrylic on canvas

 

Watching
the ground below
rise and fall,
cushioned curves with
outstretched, smiling limbs,
I fall…
just to the left
cold, flat and hard.

Christina Gammon


 

Drumming

stars in outer space
matter colliding inwards
cockerel breaks the night

Tineke Van der Eecken


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  1. Lisa Bernic

44. Lisa Bernic copy

Untitled, 30 x 40 Acrylic on canvas

 

It’s music

Such diamond droplets
here on mirrored glass

a bird tiptoes across the stage
slides where colours glow

colours Cézanne would admire

if only he could see
could hear your music

Rose van Son


 

‘smarm’

‘smeared’. favourite word that.
that and ‘smarmed’. how the

‘s’ then ‘m’ ricochet off lips and
tongue, the chewing gum vowel

sounds of ‘ea’ and ‘ar’, suggesting
perhaps a finger, with paint,

‘smearing’, or even a toe, in the
subtle but not lost art of ‘smarm’

Kevin Gillam


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  1. Katie Bassett

45. Katie Bassett Smacking Munyee - Series 4

Smacking Munyee #4, 32 x 43 Acrylic on paper

 

Grevilleas

A pallet of pink curls,
bursting buds of Grevilleas,
invite a tribe of honeyeaters to sip
nectar drips on gold specked anthers.

Jacqui Merckenschlager


 

High above like a windblown seed
the cherry blossom sways and parts with ease,
And I spy the summer green lawn beneath
Waiting for delicate dancing feet.

We will have sundaes
Of strawberries and cream
And sugar pink cakes
that steal their colour from the cherry
blossom tree.
And these summer colours
Will never fade from my memory.

Joanna Wakefield


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  1. Jeff Loh

46. Jeff Loh

Untitled, 52 x 52 Acrylic on paper

 

The wind has stolen my washing!
Taken off with Mary’s knickers
splatted Rob’s jeans into a puddle
unpegged mum’s petticoats
spread sheets and towels
all over the lawn and left
one lonely sock
just hanging.
What a dirty trick!

Jan Napier


 

Dreams: The Director’s Cut

Sleep is the metteur en scène, unrolls
a screen where we project the movies

of our selves, and deconstruct the plot lines
of the day. Flashback, blur, shrapnel

of colour, tilt-shift of synapse, special
effects of brain. Sometimes, in the rushes

of the night, we recognise ourselves,
shy cameos, wearing a tactful green.

A walk-on part among those stars, those
superheroes: crimson, canary, ultramarine.

Mags Webster


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  1. Paul Rusconi

47. Paul Rusconi

Untitled, 50 x 40 Acrylic on paper

 

I’m Dying!

The field is the colour of fresh dried blood.
The detail spiritualizing white.
This is the moment of trauma called dismay,
when the fingers of the departing, seeking
to return, touch the living fruit
and turn its pulp into ectoplasm.

Chris Palazzolo


 

Caravaggio, this room, this painting, coloured red
has the white bloom of fungus, the craquelure,
flaking of old age. Like a woman seen through a window
streaked with dirt and dust the pentimento of your eye
stares back at me.
Can you teach me to paint?

Gail Willems


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  1. Paul Wright

48. Paul Wright

Untitled, 60 x 55 Acrylic on canvas

 

yacht club flags
in the wind
ringing
the dinner bell

Tash Adams


 

Regarding A Heated Moment

On a cold morn my poor hand would feel
like a blue glove grasping my homework,
hoping the teacher at last would deal
with me jovially. And thereby warm my
spirits while frozen fingers sought to steal
a little circulation from his schoolroom stove.

Glen Phillips


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  1. John Pearson

49. John Pearson - Smiling Spirit

Smiling Spirit, 23 x 23 Acrylic on paper

 

He walks on air

From where I stand
his feet don’t seem to touch the ground
A boyhood dream fulfilled
His team has won the final
He’s been captain for the year
Wipes away a silent tear
Dad’s week on the mine
He’s not here   FIFO

Ron Okely


 

smiling spirit

shake your head & swing those hips
flash your eyes & smack those lips

shimmy to the music as the sun sets low
wear purple for the dockers in its afterglow

strum your guitar as the moon beams bright
pale yellow ball in a dark sky night

pop a snagger on the barbie & smile a while
we love to see you grinning like a crocodile

let your spirit free   let it smile! smile! smile!

Rosie Barter


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  1. Gavin McNamara

50. Gavin McNamara - Rapid Creek

Rapid Creek, 60 x 30 Acrylic on canvas

 

Rockfall

a wash
an early winter
an autumn rain left behind
but sun shines through
this granite where Rapid Creek
meets land and sea

this light meets mind
this light you and me

Rose van Son


 

Raven paused, squinted into
the light reflecting off the salt lake
and tasted the gritty dust storm that
raked the deserts colours into air.
This place is not about beauty
he smiled
it’s dastardly sublime!

Graeme Butler


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  1. Vivienne Sharp

51. Vivian Sharp

Untitled, 25 x 25 Mixed media

 

we put our hand on rock
saw our self outlined −
healer hunter shaman
put our hand in paint
made story magic
increase
the imprint
began in caves
and binds
you me
all of us

Coral Carter


 

Maps

You’ve pressed a map into clay, made country
I know well—familiar delta of lines, same

tumulus at base of thumb. Your map
won’t date or crease with age and overuse—

unlike my own. Each time I open them up
new culs de sac emerge, old borders blur,

destinies alter course. I hesitate between Heart
and Fate—such extremity of absence to explore.

Mags Webster


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  1. Pauline Birrell

52. Pauline Birrell

Untitled, 30 x 45 Acrylic on canvas

 

The Artist’s Palette

Delicate and pure
the choice of colour is
—flawless in its artistry—
The brush strokes
bold and sure.

Liana Joy Christensen


 

She floats vertically in the Dead Sea
eyes skyed with fragments of old shadows
hair saddened, mud encrusted skin of glass
and the moment heavy salt licks away tendrils of pain
smooths old hands dissolves wracked limbs
spills age the from the space between nose and lip
mutating woman colours herself
unafraid of the light.

Gail Willems


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  1. Pauline Birrell

53. Pauline Birrell

Untitled, 40 x 80 Acrylic on canvas

 

I’m thinking of green,
the colour of lime, kiwi fruit.
Grey and charcoal,
the colour of cockatoos.
I’m thinking a veritable rainforest
with birds free like the grasshopper
who fiddles and dances all summer.
Beware winter, grasshopper,
when the grey and green are enclosed
in a heart of ice.

Sue Clennell


 

Eclipse

The ocean’s green water
lights up with dawn’s early rays
its emerald centre
and jade-like fringe
pivot to the rhythm
of a primitive ritual
before grey clouds
eclipse the sun.

Fran Graham


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  1. Diana Coote

54. Dianna Coote

Untitled, 30 x 45 Acrylic on canvas

 

Colour Bible

Blue to purple
Hayman Island
Bombay Blue
Lilac Time
green
Aquajet, Lakeside
and so to red
Pink Azalea, Bardot
Tiger Rose, Flamenco.

Maree Dawes


All colour names from the solver paint bible 2005


 

Strike Up the Band!

Let’s march – red, white, red!
Strike up purple here instead,
Blue too,
Striding through,
A splash of that, a dash of this!
Lashings of colour – pure bliss!

Blends of colour, zip and zing,
Bands of brightness swoosh!
Colour palettes make me sing,
Laughter is the joy it brings.

J.R.McRae


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  1. Diana Coote

55. Diana Coote

Untitled, 40 x 80 Acrylic on canvas

 

We watch the sun
Sinking into earth’s skin

We scratch our scars
From the inside

We fly with wings

Deanne Leber


 

Day bright and me with you
dressed in Prussian blue running
as swathes of cobalt, sky, ultramarine
smudge against zinc yellow, geranium
and crimson to drag the jade and turquoise
into a blur of more than I can hold,
escape into a smile.

Gary Colombo De Piazzi


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  1. Lisa Coles

56. Lisa Coles

Untitled, 30 x 25 Acrylic on canvas

 

Opal Hors d’oevre

Glance up!
See how your swinging lamp
plunders opalescence
from this pitch black hole?
Gouge quickly, friend.
Tonight we’ll celebrate!

Max Merckenschlager


 

Kimono Silk

A swatch of Kimono fabric;
a swathe of silk draping skin,
stenciled in morning-glory colours,
scattered with the flesh-pink petals
of sacred water lotus.
Each one a cup of light
offered to the sun,
peeping skyward
from beneath dark waters.

Veronica Lake


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  1. Donna Barnsley

57. Donna Barnsley

Untitled, 40 x 50 Acrylic on canvas

 

Honey glazed skies
silken to touch
Unleashed circles of Truth and Light
Descending quietly
-
An Equilibrium within-

Brigita Ferencak


 

Like my smile that lights
the sky, yellow laughter, pink
joy, happy blue talk. There is
the path the horse takes when
I ride. The route the boat takes
when I sail. The steps I take
when I hear music – arms
flung in joy; feet tapping,
sliding the lino, bowing at the
finish.

Zan Ross


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  1. Emma Biasin

58. Emma Baisin

Untitled, 32 x 42 Acrylic on paper

 

cradle me in the curve
of your hand,
shield me with the obscurity
of your shadow,
then leave me
and let me
be

Christina Gammon


 

The difference between us is as narrow
as the space between the comfort
of wood shavings
and the warmth of sedimented sandstone
layering itself for posterity –
as your gracious art infiltrates
my mind and takes my body
to a Pilbara-lined space
of shallow depositions
and warming, deepening reflection.

Allan Padgett


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