2019 Art & Poetry

Artwork, Artist, Poets

1. The Fruit Monkeys by Greg Barr – Max MerckenschlagerAmanda Joy

2. The Eagle by Dianne Cook – Ella HarrisonJulienne Lee Juschke

3. Galah by Aimee Dickson – Christopher KennedyScott-Patrick Mitchell

4. Community Ties by Joni Barlow – Veronica LakeJan Napier

5. Spring Feelings by Katrina Barber – Val NeubeckerDeanne Leber

6. Autumn in Greeenough by Wendy Knapp – Colleen O’GradyShey Marque

7. The Fox and Hound Go Out One Day by Rebecca Johnston – J.R.PoulterVirginia O’Keeffe

8. untitled artwork by David Brandstater – Jacqui Merckenschlager, Ron Okely

9. Flowers by Jeremy Gowing – Max MerckenschlagerAllan Padgett

10. untitled artwork by Clinton Carter – Chris Palazzolo, Scott-Patrick Mitchell

11. untitled artwork by Bonnie Wilkinson – Jan NapierYvonne G Patterson

12. untitled artwork by Steve Pearton – Val Neubecker, Glen Phillips

13. Cherry Blossom by Kelly Blanch – Virginia O’KeeffeKeren Gila Raiter

14. Telletubbies by Maeve Morrow – Ron Okely, Peter Rondel

15. The Slide by Patrick Dumble – Zan RossAllan Padgett

16. About Me by Justin Holland– Chris PalazzoloBarry Sanbrook

17. Alldoneup by Carolyn Shervill – Maureen SextonGlen Phillips

18. Kangaroo by Malcolm Burgess – Jonah TanKeren Gila Raiter

19. untitled artwork by Sandra Von Tilburg – Leonard JamesPeter Rondel

20. This is Me by Karen Shao – Tineke Van der EeckenZan Ross

21. Boat by Radko Medin – Rose van SonMaree Dawes

22. untitled artwork by Aaron Mead – Maureen SextonSarah Afentopoulos

23. Pig  byJames Jolie Tineke Van der EeckenAlistair P D Bain

24. Michael by Tyler Cullen – Rose van Son Sunny Blundell-Wignall

25. Horse Riding by Nick Cullen Gary Colombo De PiazziAndrew Burke

26. untitled artwork by Elinor Doddrell Margaret FerrellGraeme Butler

27. Fishing Jetty by Grace Panaia – Kevin GillamCoral Carter

28. Circles by Joel Grant – Liana Joy ChristensenFran Graham

29. untitled artwork by Lana Davie – Sue ClennellMike Greenacre

30. Blue by Andrew Murray – Coral CarterAdi Cohen

31. Blue Mountains by Jason Whittington – Jane DaviesSunny Blundell-Wignall

32. The Sea by Colette Deavin – Maree DawesNathan Hondros

33. Clock by Peter Guhl – Gary Colombo De PiazziPeter W. Jeffery OAM

34. Home Ground by Ben Chapman – Amanda JoyBrigita Ferencak

35. The Hills by Marianne Percudani – Julienne Lee JuschkeMargaret Ferrell

36. My Dad by Janelle MacMahon Sally GauntChristopher Kennedy 

37. Cougar by Lindy Johnson – Kevin GillamVeronica Lake

38. Scooby Doo by Vickie Lee Devenish – Fran GrahamDeanne Leber

39. Love Hearts and Flowers by Janine Noonan Mike GreenacreShey Marque

40. Fluffy Clouds by John Verjans– – Ella HarrisonJ.R.Poulter

41. Stick Figures by Kevin Doung – Jacqui MerckenschlagerAnn Harrison  NSC

42. Circles by Hannah Schneider – Liana Joy ChristensenNathan Hondros

43. untitled artwork by Lisa Joyce – Sue ClennellPeter W. Jeffery OAM

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  1. The Fruit Monkeys
    by Greg Barr
    1300 x 76 cm Acrylic

The Doge’s Palace

Lovers kissing as they float and pass
our sunset Bridge Of Sighs.
Distant dogs and muffled words,
the violet evening skies. 
Hear no/speak no/see no thoughts
as Venice drifts away.
We’ll languish life in dungeon cells
forever and a day.

Max Merckenschlager

The Fruit Monkeys

Ten chubby monkeys drum the plums
strut the glut, leave stacks of crazy tracks 
through the hot pink, little scats that stink
they dream in green and paint the shed in red
berries, cos they’re drunk on the funk 
of juiced fruit and they never, never EVER
walk straight!

Amanda Joy

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2. The Eagle
by Dianne Cook
46 x 35 cm Water colour

The hunter’s claws 
Are rounded in grace 
To embrace 
The brightest and lightest 
Victorious freedom
Of the one above
In a deep blue
Zestful day.

Ella Harrison

Give Art A Go

Art has been known to provide UPLIFT 
And everyone needs voice and expression 

Art could be what lifts you up
What makes your gloomy heart SOAR

Stretch out your wings

Be curious and have a go at art

Julienne Lee Juschke

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3. Galah
by Aimee Dickson
42 x 30 cm Acrylic

Artists Friends

This galah is an artist’s friend;
with bright colours, a strange nose 
and one eye. 
Unconstrained in two dimensions –
things just seem to have dropped off.
Making me wonder what is at my feet,
(please check for a third dimension 
under your shoe before you leave).

Christopher Kennedy 


dust plumage with borrowed sunset blush
how the world levitates across the 
musical staves of wires, telegraphic, 
& yet you still can’t sing: there is no need
when your feathers descend like dusk 
barrelling cars home to familial love 
& your name tells of joy that only wings
can bring: you add your body to heaven
as if it were a hymn & we listen. we listen. 

Scott-Patrick Mitchell

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4. Community Ties
by  Joni Barlow
40 x 30 cm Acrylic


Away we sailed,
in our ship of green
finding refuge from the world.
In our haven we are united,
hands fused in friendship 
dancing our joy together.
Our laughter rings out;
bigotry free, drifting through air 
keeping our vessel afloat.

Veronica Lake

Tomorrow’s Song

Hand linked, rain bow children dance
and chant, all tongues become one,
the breathing trees and glitter seas 
of tomorrows storied in love 
cupped above. Shadows too melt
and pool honest as wishes.

Jan Napier

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5. Spring Feelings
by Katrina Barber
40 x 30 cm Ink & pastel on wood


a searing flame…
a deep breath…
molten silica swells…
colours of the season
shimmer through
the glassblower’s  
work of art.

Val Neubecker

Pushing soft words
Through hard veins
Each thought a seed
Aspiring to spring

These soft leaves
Curl on the page
Make new words
Become fragrant hieroglyphics 
Stamped onto petals
Whisper stories from vases

Deanne Leber

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6. Autumn in Greeenough
by Wendy Knapp
28 x 38 cm. Pastel on paper


Autumn shades evident, Wendy has them pat,
Sandy soil in diffusion, but a clear sandy track,
Tracks of the early settlers seem embedded in the sand,
Telling of hardship, beauty, a painting, a life grand,
But not quite, the beautiful patterns have a story to tell,
A Greenough painting hidden, like water down a well
Redness of the soil, groups of beautiful trees,
Empty are the buildings, and trees to their knees.
Wendy has captured a mood, a life, a story past
Days of work and trial, left a legacy to last.

Colleen O’Grady

Letting Go

You squat at the edge of the river, fingertips poking out from the sleeve of an oversized jumper—its belly-full of liquid amber leaves. Teenagers bounce each other off the seesaw, a car horn loose on the bridge, the rolled-up jean cuffs damp against my legs. Talk of the guy we tipped out of a canoe by accident. My dog swims out too far and returns with a bouquet between her lips, a remnant of last summer’s algal bloom. You climb a tree, release all of autumn upon me. 

Shey Marque

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7. The Fox and Hound Go Out One Day
by Rebecca Johnston
53 x 43 cm. Gouache

The Fox and Hound
Went out one day,
To have a bit of fun, 
A play!

Who did they meet
Along the way?
A naturalist, who’d this
To say,

“A Fox and Hound together, no way!
I’m seeing things! Throw these glasses away!” 


Together they chased the hare, I’ll be the winner barked
the fox but the hound he saw the snare, we’ll dodge that 
nasty wire he woofed and threw his tail in the air to wag 
them on. The moon shone blue, the fox he flew, the hound
yapped at his heels, and away they raced at a lunatic 
pace through the scrub, the wattle and prickly pear, which
bit. They saw the hare on the ridge ahead, it 
scrambled down a burrow; the hound and fox
collapsed in a tangled heap while their tongues
lapped the sweet night air. 

Virginia O’Keeffe

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8. untitled artwork
by David Brandstater
25 x 25 cm Acrylic


Yellow has landed
In a Monet pond
Of bright algal blooms.
They circle this
Astounding intruder,
Sussing it out.

Jacqui Merckenschlager

Mellow Yellow

I’m glad you could come
to watch the sun
go down upon the ocean

As evening draws near
cool breezes appear
prap’s a moonbeam
to add to your dreaming

Ron Okely

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9. Flowers
by Jeremy Gowing
21 x 30 cm Acrylic

Sundew Syrup

Beware the glistening trap!
Sundew syrup ‘Les malveillant’
beckons and siren calls
coax lacewings and other
Lepidoptera to their sticky
end. (Exterminate! exterminate!)

Max Merckenschlager


in trembling jarrah woodland on a jaunty day
he spies entrapment; a cluster of drosera 
sheltering just off his path, traps for the 
unwary. these innocent, pretty creatures
lure, attract, entice: and then they do their
form of pouncing. sticky beads shining 
at tips of arching tiny hairs stick, clasp
and hold all wandering, holding dinner close
and tight – feeling, secreting, absorbing

Allan Padgett

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10. untitled artwork
by Clinton Carter
36 x 48 cm Acrylic

A dream is a hole in the face
and through it we will go
down tracks in wind and dark
to the spray of breakers
pounding an invisible beach. Enter with me
and watch me bleed
in the velvet substance of sleep.

Chris Palazzolo


this anger of which you speak, how it rabids
your mouth red & i listen because i have 
tethered myself to you, even if we are both
turning blue. permanence is a myth we 
tell ourselves because to endure is to build
something. but one day i know i will turn
away, just as the viewer will turn from this 
painting. your bile will stain your mouth vile 
as if the words of a poem, aching with exile. 

Scott-Patrick Mitchell

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11. untitled artwork
by Bonnie Wilkinson
29 x 21 cm Acrylic


Though cohorts and horses sleep ‘neath time’s sand
in Assyria most ancient of lands,
the gods and the temples have vanished away
and in Ashur’s streets only jackal pups play,
chiselled deep in a cliff side of ochre stone
a warrior queen her name long unknown
looks over a realm now lost without trace.
‘Tis told more than rain wets that royal face.

Jan Napier

Here I am

like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis
she stretches, shedding her cocoon of sleep
where secret dreams cradled her within their arms

brilliant waterfalls of rainbows braid her flowing hair
yellow rays of sunlight sweep night’s sleep away

searching eyes look out, into this waking day 
greeting it, her violet lips will say: 
‘here I am, emerging from my chrysalis

I’m someone you have not yet fully met
and yet, perhaps, a new friend you may be’

Yvonne G Patterson

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12. untitled artwork
by Steve Pearton
25 x 32 cm, Acrylic

Support Act for Eric

They were there in the new Optus Stadium
while their daughter was dancing below 
but with this sort of view
who could tell who was who
as they sat in the very top row?

Val Neubecker

Blue Viral Infections

Under the ’scope, there I saw it all: 
they were coming for me now
with the first of the winter rainfall,
these blue armies, knowing how
to enter nose and throat, set aside
my poor defences. What could I do
when they leaped off the glass slide
and attacked? To sneeze a-choo!
That’d not be enough to turn aside
such a crew. Call a doctor and hide?

Glen Phillips

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13. Cherry Blossom
by Kelly Blanch
51 x 41 cm. Acrylic

Cherry Bloom

Deep in the valley the cherries grow, 
raising their branches to the moon.
As frosts cloak the ground beneath their feet
to the deep black night they croon.
‘Oh who will pick our blood red lapins
or savour these sweet stella orbs?
Eighty years have fled since our
roots went down, and still we give 
our flesh to you.” 

Virginia O’Keeffe

When the world grows dark

When the world grows dark
Trees become silhouettes of themselves
only their flowers glowing red on their edges 

Hills turn velvety 
The sky takes on a peachy incandescence 

This is the time for the dandelions to close for the night 
The stars to start peeking through the sky’s curtain 
The bats to fly and forage 
For us to reach into the darkness within.

Keren Gila Raiter

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14. Telletubbies
by Maeve Morrow
60 x 60 cm Poska pen


Aand – GO!
lean to the left
take hold of the one in front
keep in close
your colours will sparkle

I made you round
to go around
that’s fine
I will put you in my book

Ron Okely

I write my day upon a darkened sky
then punctuate in neon signs
so the world will know
these words are mine

Peter Rondel

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15. The Slide
by Patrick Dumble
61 x 61 cm Acrylic on canvas

It’s not a slide down and out
of frame. Just feel
the way it flows, yellow;
the way it steps, blue;
the way it sways, green;
smeared black; layer cake pink — 
it slides, opening canvas with
my tools, these fingertips.

Zan Ross

The Slide

as your painting fingers drag and splay
laid spurts and splobs of tube-fed paint
across and under and over this blue-
green coral canvas – shaped and held like
an alternate universe of longing – 
your triumphant thought and feeling 
coalesce and express your love for
life and shape and colour. thinking
aloud was never this much fun!

Allan Padgett

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16. About Me
by Justin Holland
60 x 90 cm Collage on canvas

It’s mine, all mine!
Yes, even that quokka too.
And no, I won’t get him
laser tagged. So there!

Chris Palazzolo

About Him

The essence of a man
His spirit soaring like an eagle
In a collage of dreams
And attainment 
Mastered by few

Barry Sanbrook

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17. Alldoneup
by Carolyn Shervill
27 x 20 cm Mixed media

Couture on the Catwalk

coming up on the catwalk
we have ‘a coat of buttons’
created by haute couture 
designer Carolyn Shervill
for the kitty who has everything
perfect for a day in the garden

Maureen Sexton


Does the cat have the buttons
or the buttons have the cat?
Button up and think about that!

Our cats seemed great thinkers—
whether they watched with one eye
a fly at the window buzz by;

or out in the garden sitting there
on the fence with eyes bright
as buttons for birds in flight.

Glen Phillips

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18. Kangaroo
by Malcolm Burgess
45 x 53 cm Mixed Media

patchwork mosaic 
lost in imagination
hop, hop kangaroo

Jonah Tan

Looking at you

I am sharp tail, fixed eyes
Green mouth slightly agape
Geometric shapes, bold colours
I have it all in me. 

I am looking at you
Ears perked, listening
Ready to bound into the next adventure

Keren Gila Raiter

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19. untitled artwork
by Sandra Von Tilburg
52 x 41 cm. Acrylic

Atlantis Was Never Lost

The rhythm of patience: attuned to embrace
each animal as kin. A sponge of languid strokes,
draping verticals and washing landscapes. Above
a sea, Charybdis and Scylla dance in eternal now;
here, there, where they always are. Clouds kick
over Siren cleft, roll dawns into dusk, refracting
melody of imagination, wonder. A span reaching
for partners between empathy and friendship.
Atlas ― at the barren edge of time, holds up the
jagged weight of ecotone to the light of a new day.

Leonard James

I saw the ocean sweep the land
to clean the rocks
and wash the sand
Yet in that moment
such sadness rose
as I heard a lonely seagull cry
When those plastic bottles
came drifting by.

Peter Rondel

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20. This is Me
by Karen Shao
40 x 40 cm Collage

The Bride and the Moon

Who am I not myself 
human crucible lined 
with feathers and outer shell.
Damp, this garden of 
Eden,   heaven – haven,
thoughts in shadow.
See me for who I am:
bride of the Sun
hand-holding the Moon.

Tineke Van der Eecken

This is ME, a happy emoji down to the heart. 
This is me, every inch of my art.
The balance, the focus, I before I begin —
colours and shapes laid out by kin.
Then I fly, use my mind — I feel 
the joy that comes behind.  This is ME!!
I am my art. Come closer, closer —
see my heart.

Zan Ross

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21. Boat
by Radko Medin
51 x 41 cm Poska pen

Life’s Pleasures

A voyage here– 
we travel: a smile
a grin, bare 
our hearts
to the sun.
Life’s pleasures
ride the spectacle
of our lives

Rose van Son  

boat in universe
cloudscapes, birds.     waves slap and toss 
colours        light       music.

Maree Dawes

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22. untitled artwork
by Aaron Mead
42 x 42 cm Mixed media

In the greenest paddocks
and sploshiest mud
we dream of being heroes.
We are Trojan horses
hiding brave soldiers
who will rescue our 
beautiful queen
       until we are distracted
by the sweet perfume
of meadow flowers …

Maureen Sexton

morning feed

first light
chartreuse morning
from kelly, moss and sea
through bottle, jade and verdigris
they come

Sarah Afentopoulos

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23. Pig
by James Jolie
12 x 12 x 9 cm Ceramic sculpture

Piglet likes truffle

Sawdust smell of honey,
apple core and sauerkraut 
last week’s chops dead
coriander and boiled potatoes.
Lacerations of dinner
party in style.
Piglet-doll this belly
massage oil and beer.
Truffles await.

Tineke Van der Eecken


Handle the back, rump and flanks:
rough, wiry skin, a rough, pejorative
reputation, the most abusive
trinity of letters
in the language. Yet here
the lustrous creature stands,
on bevelled pedestal,
shining, unaware, elegant and
poised in praise of realities
wise humans cannot see.

Alistair P D Bain

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24. Michael
by Tyler Cullen
14 x 14 cm Ceramic tile

Where Michael lives…

So many steps
to the centre
where Michael lives
a chequer-board ocean
surrounds him
cools him, the prize histhis hot summer’s day.

Rose van Son 

Me and the game

Inside the game is the game 
Inside me is a map of me
I am smooth, like wet clay
I harden in places
I get used to it
I love the game and the fire I feel
Red bird in a sky full of letters
Criss crossed, fast and free
When I play this game, something big happens
Something big happens when I turn into me.

Sunny Blundell-Wignall

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 25. Horse Riding
by Nick Cullen
13 x 19 cm Ceramic tile

High noon and the sun 
bends me to the clip clop 
echo on the screen.
Out west riding, homesteading
in Red Dead Redemption make believe
where riding can fill a day 
and the world is as real 
as you want it to be.

Gary Colombo De Piazzi


This poem snorts and whinnies
In the starting box. (I’d rather be soaking up 
The sunshine in that clear blue sky!)
And now they’re off …
I’m riding with my brother
Racing to the finish line –
Giddy-up, giddy-up! 
It’s all fun in a day, a play
in a day, Horsing around …
Giddy-up a dingdong! Giddy-up!

Andrew Burke

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26. untitled artwork
by Elinor Doddrell
19 x 36 cm Acrylic

Blue Butterflies

After dipping into 
Monet’s cornflowers,
they idle on a fence:
palette of summer sky blue, 
inky sea blue
blue of lapis lazuli.

Elinor, your deliberate
brushstrokes evoke the calm 
of blue butterflies.

Margaret Ferrell

Structuring Depicted

A picture of a moment in time
where solid black shapes sink 
into the picture’s hidden ground.
In streams and splodges
purple and blue
define the surface on 
which they sometimes run.
On which they sometimes pool.

Graeme Butler

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27. Fishing Jetty
by Grace Panaia
35 x 23 cm Watercolour

     twin religions

the jetty nudges forward,
suggests to seething 

masses of pink and blue
to try stillness,

embrace the twin religions
of blunt and mute

Kevin Gillam

fishing jetty

its arthritic finger points to the horizon
where container ships drop
over the edge of the world
where skiffs like lost butterflies skirt wave tops
and kite surfers flip through the elements

on the jetty
fish scales like a scatter of silver coins
each one holds a rainbow

Coral Carter

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 28. Circles
by Joel Grant
30 x 26 cm Mixed Media on card

Music Theory

String’s the thing 
that vibrates in the vortex
Quartets of quavers whirl
Fling rainbow nebulae
Call us forth from 
Black holes of oblivion
Back to the aquamarine
Planet where it can
Sing us once more in to being

Liana Joy Christensen


A ball of orange wool
unravels against a turquoise sky
launched by the artist
searching for meaning in the round.
His circular passion
chalks up laps
in an uninhibited orbit
turning, revolving
lost in the freeflow
of his creative hand.

Fran Graham

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29. untitled artwork
by Lana Davie
21 x 34 cm Acrylic


The trees are like brides
with golden veils.
The remaining leaves wink 
soon to join their fellows 
on the ground.

Sue Clennell

Through The Rainbow

“Fly away with me!”
I hear you sing, through
your coloured brushstrokes

“To the land of fun and happiness”
where I see your face
just peeking out in joy

through the rainbow, spinning
your multi-layered world
with laughter and love. 

Mike Greenacre

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30. Blue
by Andrew Murray
26 x 44 cm Acrylic


out in sky ocean
I am emptied
my beat slows
I am cleansed
baptised in blue
I am origami unfolded 
light blooms
into blue on blue 
into blue bluer bluest

Coral Carter

Blue like the sky and the sea
A blue house and a blue man peering out the window 
A blue bird flying to a backdrop of gliding blue clouds  
Blue lamps lighting the streets blue
in its magnificent bold presence
Is not shy nor rude
Blue sings a deep hum
The one you want to be caressed in

Adi Cohen

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31. Blue Mountains
by Jason Whittington
30 x 41 cm Mixed media

Them Blues

Today the blues set in
A cloud over brightness
A heavy heart blanket
A lonely witness

Then rose the pouring of emotion
Then a creative explosion

Today the light snuck in
A warmth growing to great scope
A frenzy of insistent brightness
Delivered welcomed hope

Jane Davies

For Jason

I am not afraid of going to the depths, 
there are colours there too
so varied and shooting:
blues so dense that a tigerish orange 
tails the eye, a foreground so bristling 
that cramped horizon pulls me to flight.
I’m not shy of the pit in each stroke 
or sensation, in every way and direction, 
all is creative.

Sunny Blundell-Wignall

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 32. The Sea
by Colette Deavin
31 x 45 cm Acrylic

still day summer’s ebb
salmon flick in blue shallows
in dark water fins. 

Maree Dawes

The Sea

Ithaca is beyond the canvas somewhere where how many
blue roads cross beneath purple paint where so many sit
on the ocean’s edge and walk to the waterline where 
waves conclude their supernatural march from me to you
at that still point where travellers give up  the ghost as light 
dies peering out into the machine of sea and swell 
am I home on the back beach in the hot sand?

I don’t recall      there’s nothing here, just the luminescent
disturbance on the surface      the unmoved mover

           the rise and then the fall

Nathan Hondros

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 33. Clock
by Peter Guhl
16 x 35 cm Acrylic

Time is a wave 
crimson to marine
shifting across the canvas
in bold strokes, splashed
dragged in increments like
a second hand sweeping,
the sea surging around 
an island.

Gary Colombo De Piazzi


Peter, from morn to night your layers are a human clock.
From shifting black of intense night,
Through dawn breaking fading grey and rising sun 
to intense blue of lunchtime noon and dog barking dusk,
Until the exploding rainbow of evening sunset 
Draws family in to supper and tv news and drowsy rosy fire,
To burrowing in doonahs and dreams all silvered stars and sparklers.
But Peter, think of the cats that sleep all day and go feral at night.
How they order time in that lack of light, hunting by ear of owl hoot
And glimmer of moon to slink home and curl by morning milk bowl.

Peter W. Jeffery OAM

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34. Home Ground
by Ben Chapman
30 x 33 cm Acrylic

Home Ground

Eagles’ eye dream of a field 
iris blue, pooled as water
as air, as earth, as encompassed
on a white page, stippled in gold
Quiet play of colour, stroke
to fluid stroke, like toes or
fingers trailed along any
open surface

Amanda Joy

Ripples under the surface
A school of fish whizzes past
Their ambition unbeknown
Glorious Individuals
Highlighting their inner order

Brigita Ferencak 
“The Wandering Gypsy”

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35. The Hills
by Marianne  Percudani
39 x 49 cm Acrylic

The Hills

Wide open spaces through springtime air
Relaxed on the train. We’re getting there

Clear blue sky as we transfer to car
Not far now

The hills come near

Riding bare-back
Horse splashes the stream
Let’s break out the esky
Let’s eat ice cream

Julienne Lee Juschke

The Hills 

                lose their loneliness – 
are alive with unrestrained colour: 
vermilion, yellow, green – exult in change.
Sun reigns in the role of magician.
Inquisitive creatures
                venture out from darkness
     to find the waterfall flooded with sparkle – 
a triumph for Marianne’s sense of 
the surreal. 

Margaret Ferrell

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 36. My Dad
by Janelle MacMahon
52 x 40 cm Watercolour

My Dad

My Dad was a sad Dad 
not a bad Dad
All the women
in his life from sister to wife
and even little moi
told him what a loser
he was –

He still had to go out to work!
Sorry Dad!

Sally Gaunt


Through the window 
I saw this painting in my vigil.
Dad? Father? What are you?
And the painting said 
there are many colours to every man,
it said; 

don’t give up on what you can’t see. 

Christopher Kennedy 

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37. Cougar
by Lindy Johnson
51 x 41 cm Acrylic

     on the  prowl

she’s an elderly emu
but lives like a cat.

and with fluorescent
purple feathers and

a tulip in her beak
she’s ready for a big

night of clubbing,
a night on the prowl

Kevin Gillam


Lavinia is chic, with plenty of style,
eyes gleam intelligence, brimful of guile.
She likes a fandango, rose held by beak
with hair audacious, swirled to a peak
she has colour and verve to match her charm
her fluttering lashes work to disarm
all who doubt her, or envy such glamour, 
cannot condone her sassy behaviour.
Enchanting us with her dazzle and grace
Lavinia’s allure we all can embrace.

Veronica Lake

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38. Scooby Doo
by Vickie Lee Devenish
29 x 21 cm Poska pen

Scooby Doo

He’s a hyperactive canine who
hides his secrets in bark lines.
He shouts the mysteries
of a dog’s life
but beneath his bark
he is fun-loving
on a mission
rushing in like ocean waves
to drown you
in affection.

Fran Graham

Absorbed in an abandoned theme park with quicksand
Sinking into the bean bag, cartoon eyes, wide
Dad, newspaper in hand, radio blaring sports
Gives me fifty cents for a feast of lollies

Pause at the monkey bars

Uncover mysteries 
Up trees, in bushes, in shadows of haunted houses
Listen for my name being called from a distance
Scooby Doo and I chase each other home 

Deanne Leber

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39. Love Hearts and Flowers
by Janine Noonan
21 x 21 cm. Acrylic

Love Out Loud

We weave our way as explorers 
along coloured paths, at first 
looped and then zig-zagged

through gardens that speak in colours
with flowers blooming vivid
voices of orange, red, pink and blue

capturing the hearts of all who visit 
from here or distant lands
and share their love out loud. 

Mike Greenacre

Sunset Salad

At the café, you leant over the balcony to pick an angel’s trumpet and said, for you. You ordered herring bones, I wanted edible flowers. There was never any question about the calendula and nasturtium. We shared most of them, pressed a few into my diary. When our champagne glasses were empty, we cradled strawberries, cleaving little hearts in two to check for sharpness.

Shey Marque

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 40. Fluffy Clouds
by John Verjans
64 x 94 cm Acrylic

Fluffy clouds and 
Dreams to pull off 
During sunset
In stroke of luck 
I won’t wear on 
Your up-sets 
Silence is the ally 
Of my senses 
I dropped my promise 
And melted all my fences.

Ella Harrison

Wavering Clouds 

Today the waves 
Reflect the sky,
As they race down to shore!

The clouds behave 
Like mimics, fly,
Dive and dip and soar!

I want to save
The way light plays, I
Think I’ll paint some more! 


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 41. Stick Figures
by Kevin Doung
80 x 62 cm Wood collage

Stick Figures 

Tiny twigs nestle tightly
Within the wooden frame
Order created out of chaos. 
A foundation layer for newly 
Arrived forest fragments
Clustering comfortably 
Like old friends chatting
Around the campfire.

Jacqui Merckenschlager

Dry sticks and shrivelled leaves
skeletons of nature 
They lie like dross
in a back street.  
We reminisce of a lush natural world 
man petitions for rebirth of
natures fecundity.  
Heed the warnings from an abandoned nest;
a footnote to disaster. 

Ann Harrison  NSC

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42. Circles
by Hannah Schneider
30 x 42 cm Acrylic

Polka at the Culture Club

It’s no surprise this effervescent and artistic 
resumé caught the attention of Boy George 
who was later heard to remark:

“This runs rings around my old make-up artist 
Each bubble is a champagne burst of colour
Perfect for a fashionable chameleon like me”.

Liana Joy Christensen


at times the room knows a pale blue moon-light keeping 
open the red rims of bloodshot eyes stained yellow out of 
fear from creeping sleep that will come in from the edges but

for now who cares what hour of day shoots through
here comes the next hour          then another

here comes the peloton of hurried colour a thousand bicycle 
wheels competing in the rain if we leave from this point
will we wind up here again?     still awake

it’s a question of suns and spinning planets
brushes on the canvases     that lurch across the night

Nathan Hondros

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43. untitled artwork
by Lisa Joyce
30 x 21 cm Watercolour

At sunset cockatoos circle.
This is how it is,
this is what it means.
And while you attempt straight lines,
we know it’s better to go full circle.

Sue Clennell

Strokes on Silk Are ‘Paradise Enow’

To read the Eastern master’s soul, I study brush strokes on silk.
So too, I see the Paradise tree made by your unique stroke.
Paradise was seen as a garden where fruit endlessly blossoms
Providing eternal food for divine banquet, and so, to the side, 
I see a giant strawberry gently falling and can barely surmise 
All the fruits held in the criss – cross basket of the foliage. 
And, I marvel at the hint of shadowy rain drifting down,
Through the silk, just as in so many Chinese scrolls,
The hermit scholar saint, saw, from his mountain hut
And meditating imagination, limitless universes.

Peter W. Jeffery OAM

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