I have lived by the sea for most of my life, from the East Coast of New Zealand’s North Island to the gentle curve of Port Phillip Bay and the wilder beaches of the Mornington Peninsula. The pull of the tides, the movement of water, and the space where land meets ocean are deeply woven into my everyday life.
On the Mornington Peninsula, I seek out quiet moments, soaking in the changing colours of the sea, watching the tides shift, and observing weather rolling across the horizon. The city offers a different rhythm. It brings chance conversations, fleeting encounters, and long hours spent wandering through galleries.
I am a willing adventurer, endlessly curious about what might be around the corner. I am happy to follow a “what if,” and always ready to linger for a conversation or a closer look at a scruffy piece of paper on the pavement or a well patinated bottle top tossed away in a carpark.
Bookshops feel like a natural home to me. I'm drawn to shelves filled with novels, biographies, and especially art books, many of which have found a home into my personal collection. Art supply stores carry the same pull. The scent of fresh paint, the smooth texture of Italian art papers, and the rows of art journals always draw me back to my abstract art practice.