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Get a touch of Autumn at any time of the year!
This painting is a beautiful reminder of that special time of year when the leaves turn golden. It does take a little longer than some of the others in this series, but you can adjust it to work for you! Some younger students have just chosen a few of the leaves and blurred the background. The reason I suggest you use canvas paper, is so that you don't have the pressure to complete a piece that is perfect. Just enjoy the process!
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Rest
2013 | Acrylic on canvas | 149cm x 119cm
$5500 SOLD
“The leaves will not last, but the water will regenerate and bring new life over time. There is hope, but healing will take time”.
During a resting phase in my life and at a retreat with some friends, I saw these leaves on the ground near the Liffey River in Tasmania. It was early in the morning just after it had rained.
After working fast and hard for years, I had to learn to travel at a new speed. Slow and steady, taking time to listen to my body and what it needed.
This painting represents stillness, rest and patience. It currently sits on my wall in my studio and has been one of the most popular prints people buy.
Learning the art of resting has taken many years. And, for me, will probably take many more. It is a healthy healing journey to be on.
Autumn
Joel McKerrow
While Heather was painting the “Rest” painting,
performance poet Joel McKerrow
and performance artist Hannah Cooper
were inspired to create their own responces to the painting.
They performed the piece at one of her first exhibitions.
Autumn gives herself to the rhythm of the seasons with no abandon.
She is stripped and she is bare,
sheds clothing like nobody is watching.
The discard of leaf upon leaf upon leaf upon grief upon grief.
Green is a memory for the painter with blood on her fingers.
She paints veins. Blood is an ugly colour,
it runs well with the crisp of dead skin, dry leaves, dry seams, dry dreams.
An Autumn that sheds herself,
this painter she sheds herself
paints arteries on skin.The leaf is an exoskeleton thirsty and dry.
The tree sheds because she must.
Colours that paint the ground,
they are painting the ground,
they are painting the ground,
they are becoming the ground.
A mother always draws into herself the pain of her children.
This painter is a mother.
This mother gives herself to the seasons.
This season in an artery.
This artery bleeds to the ground and bleeds to the ground and bleeds to the ground and
holds life like drops of water.
