My earliest memory of being "Creative" stems from my mother teaching me how to paint. I was Painting in the lounge room, looking out the window up to the Warrumbungle mountains trying to paint the landscape before me.
The Warrumbunlge’s were made up of individual mountain’s that formed together as one big beautiful Mountain from a distance.
The most beautiful site you will ever see.

My mind and paintbrush were trying to connect...to imitate all the colours that rolled together with the depth of the light and the sky. My mother sat down next to me painting, she gently dipped my paintbrush into a mixture of blue coloured paints, careful not to mix them just yet. Light Blue, Dark Blue, Black & White...Putting the paintbrush on the top of the mountain curve on my paper, she rolled the paintbrush between her fingers, as the flow of colours rolled out as the mountain evolved.
The most beautiful textured palette of deep blues I’d ever seen. Reflecting the Warrumbungle mountains.

Do you ever have that moment that you wish you had your phone out to capture it and it's gone in the blink of an eye? Our lives are rarely documented or “painted.”

Days roll into months, months into seasons, seasons into years, years into new lives beginning and old lives ending. The light will always be there but every day will be an arrangement of different colours. A mixture of light and dark.

As your life unfolds there are many seasons that will paint the verses to create the deep roots of your family…and like my paintbrush painting the Warrumbungle’s using my mothers paintbrush rolling technique, your photos will reflect all the colours of your life within the season of your life right now. 

#takethephotos

"I have loved and I have lost...and I most certainly have taken for granted simply just time and not knowing particular times in my life, were going to be MY last"