Archive for the ‘Oil pastel drawing’ Category

The Shield
May 29, 2014


Relations with one of my neighours continues to be difficult.

Once again I have used art to express my emotions about a recent incident.

This time I feel a strong need to defend myself and my home.


Monster Parsley
February 19, 2014

DSCN2724We don’t always get on with our neighbours.

I drew this picture after a recent skirmish with one of mine.

By making the drawing, I creatively expressed my emotions and was able to bring some humour into my experience of the situation.

The beauty of art therapy is we can freely express what we feel for a private audience – an audience of one.


The Forest Spirit
January 18, 2014

DSCN1567This is one from the archives.

I drew this picture using oil pastels during an art therapy workshop ‘Mandala Art and Music’ in 2008.

We were asked to respond to a piece of music representing the forest.

I feel a strong connection with this drawing depicting the forest spirit, The Green Man.

Celebrating the Winter Solstice
June 28, 2013


Oh Joy! Oh Bliss!

Today is the Winter Solstice,

I turn from the spiral into darkness to embrace hope and the lightness of spirit the longer days bring.

Friday, the 21st of June 2013

Winter is usually a time of  psychological and physical struggle especially whilst I lived in Melbourne with its relentless grey days. In contrast to last year, this winter has been a doddle. My mood has been much more upbeat with Castlemaine’s sunny days and physically, I am faring better. There is still the coldest month of July ahead but I have made a good start. 

The winter solstice was celebrated in Belgrave in the Dandenong Ranges with its 7th annual lantern parade on the 22nd of June whilst in Castlemaine, there was the inaugural Village Winter Fair.


Pastel Drawing: “I want to go home”, 11th December 2012
December 13, 2012

DSCN2322Today, I want to go home.

Translation: I want to return to the safe and familiar –

Familiar routines, familiar landmarks, familiar faces.

Now that the sale of my home in Ferntree Gully is finalised, I need to get serious about finding my new home.

I am daunted by this prospect yet I yearn for a place to call my own again.

Today, my heart is torn –

Torn between the promise of new growth and fears that it could all go horribly wrong.

I envy those who are confident and assured of their capacity to bring their plans to fruition.

Who regard buying a new home as the ultimate in shopping experiences.