Blossom

My Dad called me 'blossom' as a kid. Sometimes he still does. Maybe he thought I was as cute as a blossom. And probably sometimes I was. But mostly I was a cheeky little bicycle riding gumboot wearing ruffian, climbing trees and breaking arms. Not much has changed. I'm cute sometimes but always got dirt on my clothes. I love flowers but I swear like the country bogan I am. This painting kinda turned out like me, cute but lumpy. It's based on a photograph I took of a silver princess using a mirror image. Kinda like a Rorschach test. Psychoanalyse me!

Watercolour and pen on canvas
Floating sustainably sourced timber frame
83 x 83 cm

*Please note this is part of my current exhibition 'Bower' at Workshop Bar and will not be available for collection until after 9 August. I am currently not able to send by post, but can deliver locally in Melbourne, Australia. Or available for pickup.