When I was a kid my mum loved to have a punt on the horses. She would bring home Turf Monthly and I would pore over the glossy centrefold of the winning racehorse. Hours were spent drawing and painting that horse. I remember a friend of my dads, an old plumber showing me how he drew a horse. I can still see his big gnarly hands carefully drawing the rump and belly with a texta. Funny the things that stay with you.
My base (home) is in Sydney, near the sea, but I have been painting horses for the past few years now, drawn again and again to their form, their beauty, their colouring, the way the light hits them. In both small and larger works I have been experimenting with this as a way to capture movement, made quickly but with purpose.
My process starts with hunting in old sheds and foraging in the paddocks to find lovely, old discarded materials to paint on and use to frame the work. These things have a history which resonates in the artwork. For me, the gentle energy of horses represents the antidote to the stresses of the times we live in.