Rest - Painting

Rest is an interpretation of a photo taken beside a Liffy Falls Creek, Tasmania. Here is a cool poem written by Joel McKerrow whilst watching me paint this painting! 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.