We All Like Robert Juniper…

Ferns & Flowers 1968 Robert JuniperI stumbled on the news that Australian artist Robert Juniper had died just before Christmas on the 21st December 2012. Being a Western Australian artist we unfortunately didn’t get to see much of his work over this side of the island.

I was saddened and wanted to share my admiration of his work. I had blogged about him previously in “No, He’s Not the Black Wiggle.”

Robert Juniper Desert Edge 1961I copied this work from Australian Painting Today an old and treasured book and it taught me a lot in early painting days about colour. My teacher had commented, “Robert Juniper, we all love Robert Juniper at some stage…”


If I Could Make It There…..

I went to New York in search of abstract expressionist art – it was the obvious first port of call . I didn’t expect to fall in love with the city.  New York has an air of possibility.

An article recently in Sydney Morning Herald by Brigid Delaney talks about creative refugees making it in New York ditching their worries of HECS (higher education debts) and finding work and inspiration in an art rich  city .

I have to admit I thought the city would be out of my league, I’d be a country bumpkin in amongst high-rise and too fast paced. I love to stop and stare and thought I wouldn’t be able to be me.

The opposite is true, the city is built on newcomers and art is everywhere and accessible to all. Central Park was a refuge of green but I still remember the feeling flying into Sydney, the wide open expanses of coastline. I also remember the feeling of flying into Alice Springs over the desert for the first time, like I was home.

I guess it’s where your happiest. If you’re happy making art, home can be anywhere. For a landscape painter, I couldn’t imagine New York as being home for any great length of time and likewise I couldn’t imagine never being able to be close to a city where I could source galleries and museums. I have been fortunate to have a taste of all but I think I must be a fence-sitter.


If only that fence stretched across the Pacific, across the US and Europe and ended up in my backyard.


The Dummies Guide to Picasso

I paint the way some people write their autobiography…. I have less and less time and yet I have more and more to say, and what I have to say is, increasingly, something about the movement of my thought.

—Pablo Picasso

Alright, alright I know he’s good. I’ll give him a try. It’s just that every Picasso book is sooooo big. Can’t someone make “The Dummies Guide to Picasso”.

This quote sums it up -he has so much to say. Idris Murphy told me….”Look at Picasso….the master of composition…”  Michael Ambriano gave me a wonderful collection of plates/illustrations. The AGNSW is bringing out a collection for me and opening coincidentally while I am in Sydney.  It’s making my art head hurt because I know there is too much information and too little time. What more can he do? Just look at this image from a young child referencing Picasso. That’s a look of artistic desperation.  Perhaps stumbling across the quote at the top of this page this morning.

“I have less and less time and more and more to blog increasingly about what I am not doing. “