Its been a long time since writing, in fact its been a long time since anything, paints haven’t been touched since before Xmas, the art box thrown into the back of the cupboard out of sight out of mind due to lack of money, state of mind and family stuff.

Money has now appeared at our doorstep inspiring the reappearance of the paintbox along with the return to art classes and creativity  all of which has been on hold for too long.

The upside is, I have had plenty of time to review, reflect and study, which is a good thing, inspiring ideas which previously had been constricted by ideas born of a need to sell paintings in order to survive. Working full time has relieved this burden and now ideas are flowing with the full force of a Tsunami hard to control, difficult to maintain.

And so to refresh from where we left off, this is what had been done before Xmas

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And this is what has been done in the last couple of weeks

As usual, the painting takes on a life of its own and something magical happens taking my breath away.  Ideas are flowing thick and fast, jumbling around in the grey matter in no particular order. One idea is to utilise the background as a landscape of buildings, on one side strong and straight on the other tangled masses of steel and rubble, the ethereal figures floating Part 2through the landscape of a split universe of personality.





As this is a diptech am thinking to title it ‘SPLIT PERSONALITY’.

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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.