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Mary's Art and Writing

Art 2007
Art 2006
Art 2005
Art 2003
Art pre-2003
Art Therapy


(Click each image to enlarge)

Gran and me in the cave
My lungs, my ribs

Gran and me in the cave. We talk and shelter in the cave around my favourite rock shore, the site of an ancient midden. I am connected to my family heritage and to my childhood identification with place. (Gouache)


My lungs, my ribs. After a holiday feeling well, I succumbed to brutal flu. This painting told me more than I consciously knew- that I had cancer cells in my lung and in my bones, before I had a diagnosis. (Gouache)


Lady of the Silkworms

Lady of the Silkworms. I paint a face to see what it says to me. This serene Chinese face with huge head-dress in two caring curves, contemplates the lifecycle of the silkworm, a short life spent eating, excreting, spinning silk, mating and dying. The result is beautiful strong silk used for myriads of purposes. (Gouache)


Boatshed. "My boatshed at the seaside by the water waits silently for me."
The song says it all. I choose to go there at any time of year for solitude and peace. (Oil)
Back pain

Back pain. I was actually painting a large version of one of my earlier images of the Hara, with golden light of life balancing my body, however, I could not remember how the front of a female body looked! I could not draw breasts and the rounded shape. Mick told me I was painting the back, not the front. Before knowing what it was all about, I felt intense pain in my back. This is what it looks like. It was then that I realized that my paintings speak for themselves, and have much to tell me. (Oil)


Heritage. My face looks into the future, and recognizes where I have come from. This includes civilized life of flowers and wine. I played on my beach as a child with my family and mother. The dinghy I still have, bringing me into the present and future, walking with my sisters, and having my Chicano niece smiling fully. (Oil)
Flaming passion
Flaming passion. After being told that my life expectancy was between one and two years, I felt shocked. I urgently expressed myself as a protest that I was not going to succumb to death so soon. I drew what seemed like a red heart- flinging my arms wide. What would I put into it? My two sons of course, surrounded by flaming loving passion. (Oil)

Prowess. Before each chemo. I tend to be anxious because it is unknown just how I will react. It is tough going. The second time I was keen to design my coffin as a dinghy, with a figure head prow (prowess) and what turned out to be a mermaid tail. I could find no-one to make the coffin for me, so in despair, I thought, "I can paint it!" The flames may be in response to my son Duncan's view that if my body is launched from Coningham Beach it might turn up at any beach across the Bay or down the Channel. His solution was "It's alright mum, we can blow you up!" I have painted flames of life, spirit and passion many times through this journey. (Oil)


Dancing Reiki Spirits
Bowl of care - 1
Dancing Reiki Spirits. I danced to my old aerobics music in the kitchen and drew the main figure, I then wanted some company, so I drew that too. The figures turned out to be angels, cradling me, breathing prana and communicating with each other while giving me Reiki. (Oil)

Bowl of Care (1). Bowl of care is inspired by an art therapy sequence. The flame continues eternally. (Oil)

My grandmother
Stained glass window

My grandmother. She grew more cheeky and humorous as she grew older, dying at 94. She enjoyed a sherry, reading Agatha Christie, violets and cyclamen. In the sixties we would kid her that for her a bikini and trousers were necessary items of clothing. (Oil)


Stained glass window. I am concerned by loss of the giant kelp seaweed forests around Tasmania. My flame theme turned into kelp fronds for a window design for St Johns Hospital. (Oil)


Paintings mailed to you through cheaper and safe Australia Post.
Small: Less than 30cm x 30cm. Australia $20-$45. International $60-$100
Medium: Between 40cmx40cm - 90cmx 90cm. Australia $45. International between $100-$190
Large: 1mx1m and above Australia up to $50. International $200+
Unframed Art can be mailed cheaply through cylinder containers, for you to frame yourself.