Metamorphosis of an Ideal

You get an idea, and act upon it only to find for one reason or another it  doesn’t come to pass….

The subconscious is an interesting mechanism, where without your knowing, it reconstructs that idea becoming conscious thought through unexpected conversation. Such was the case the other night when a conversation came from left centre, discussing the benefits of creativity for Mental Health. Well, my tiny brain exploded!

I came back to my original vision of VAPAD, (Visual and Performing Arts Day), and could see a way of integrating this concept by creating a forum where the wider community can meet and become interactive in the creative realm, despite the fact that many believe themselves to not have a creative streak in their bodies. The reality is, everyone is creative, whether it be painting, cooking, dance, music, writing, etc. Many avoid the term creativity when applying it to themselves for fear of ridicule, and the fear of what they may face should they release that part of them. If there was a vehicle where they felt safe from criticism, working with like minded people, I believe a lot of those issues which are costing lives and resources can be overcome in a positive and proactive manner.

Watch this space, in the meantime, Newsflash!

Look to Redcliffe Arts Society Exhibition Southern Splash

Redcliffe Arts Society Southern Splash

These two paintings will be in this exhibition along with a large number of wonderful paintings by artists of the Gold Coast Art School

Jondalar 100cm x 80cm

100cm x 80cm

Leap of Faith 100cm x 100cm

Leap of Faith
100cm x 100cm

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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.