Diarying to Plan

Wow!.. Its been catch up time. Have just gone through all my emails since January of this year and have finally answered everyone who has read my blogs. Thank you all.

This process has highlighted the importance of a diary. In my head in some jumbled arrangement of dates and ideas, there is a lot planned for this year. A few years ago I learnt a little mantra, it went something like this, ‘Fail to plan, plan to fail’ Gotta get myself a diary today and make use of this invaluable Sunday to plan.

That plan includes a room full of paintings, two of which are in the process of being revamped and need varnishing along with three others in preparation for the upcoming exhibition. Alongside which, I am playing around with ideas for painting on silk, finishing the current series of work on dancers, while drawing quick sketches to prepare for the next series. And to top it all off, I am quietly cogitating on how to go about painting a series of small paintings of dolphins and birds on abstract background to sell at local markets. Phew! I’m exhausted just thinking about it!

They say all good blogs should have pics and so, here is another revamp. The annoying part about this one is, the bird has been placed incorrectly so am going to have to find another canvas. In short this painting will be transformed into a Diptech.. Annoying much.

Innocence Part 2 Revamp part 1 (A really bad photo)

Innocent Peace 002 Original



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About Ellis Burgess

A number of people have said that ‘it’ (whatever ‘it’ is) is in Ellis’s genes and to some extent they may be correct. Her grandmother painted and so did her mother. Marge Barley started painting when she was 9 years old and achieved some acclaim in New Zealand. In turn, her mother, Ellis’s Grandmother started much later in life more from compulsion than conscious desire. Ten years ago a well-intentioned friend shoved a paintbrush into Ellis’s clenched fist, forcefully moving her hand between paint pot and paper until it moved of its own volition in a frenetic frenzy attended by a torrent of tears born of bewilderment and frustration, unaware of the wild colour patterning the fury within. Ellis’s mother had passed away three years earlier from Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. From these inauspicious beginnings Ellis began to paint, and for a short time attended classes at the Hamilton Society of Arts in New Zealand. Seven years ago, Ellis and her husband moved to the Gold Coast where she met Stephen Buntrock of the Gold Coast Art School. With his encouragement, painting became more than just something to do. It became a passion. Another passion is dance. Ellis loves the musical synergy of movement, the human form working with rhythm mood and emotion, sensing the freedom as the dancer soars across the floor with effortless ease. Like a lot of little girls, she was sent off to ballet in a somewhat desperate attempt by her grandfather to stop her stomping around the house. Eleven years later Ellis was selected to dance with NZ Ballet Company in a season of the Nutcracker. Did Ellis stop stomping? No. Ballet was to be her life; that was until she met the man of her dreams. Never the less, ballet has featured in much of her adult life by way of teaching and outlets of involvement. Ellis quickly discovered another outlet was painting. She spent a long time pondering on the skill set required to achieve her vision; how to portray the artistry of movement, the musicality and rhythm of dance, and the genius of the human form on canvas. Attempting different techniques, she learnt she is not an illustrator, but a painter who gravitated towards free movement. In her quieter moments Ellis often wonders what her mother would say if she were still here, left only with her paintings languishing against the wall. As an apprentice in the art of painting Ellis hopes the path ahead will be clear, perhaps meander elegantly at her will. Maybe it will broaden out to a huge piazza where she may sit for a long while, then later choose the many paths that transverse the piazza or continue again down the main road.