Last year a few stray bumbles got caught out in the cold snap. Frozen by the wintry chill, motionless, this fluffy bumble found a warm sweet home for a day to rejuvenate. In the morning it was lovely to hear the buzzing of our new friend, set free into the sunshine of a new day.
Given a life long love and obsession with the bees of the world, these photos have been donated to the Australian Native Bee Research Centre. As they currently have no photographs of the New Zealand bumble bee, it's sent me off for a fun new project to help a worthy cause. More photo studies to come of this most humble creature.
http://www.aussiebee.com.au/anbrc.html
Every moment is gone within a blink, most of our thinking resides in our memories. Belinda's current practice is exploring light, reflection and how that links into our memory.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
The Souls of the Forest
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
The Flow of Memory
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Ellas Tree Sculpture
Ellas Tree

This is really an Ode to Arthur Rackham and his many beautiful enchanting trees.
What begun as a sketch for my daughter, has turned out to be a venture in sculpting. Initially the idea was to create a doorway in which the traveller can climb through, to gain access to the realms of the imagination. The sculpture was created primarily to give me a real three dimensional object in which I could move and interact with, to get the most dynamic composition. The feeling needing to be captured is one of a secret enchanted tree, found by chance, behaving in a fantastical way, perched un naturally from a mountainside with a fisheye distortion. So now the problem still remains choosing the most interesting perspective! There is too much choice now, it seems to be a problem that re occurs, never having one single voice but many. Then there is photoshop, with hours of constant dabbling of a canvas that never get's dry :)
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
My father recently, well one year ago, asked me to paint him a portrait. It's taken so long to get to this point and still it doesn't feel finished. It shows me how much I have to learn about light, mixing colors and creating a feeling and theme in which to reflect your feelings about the subject matter. Our family home has a wonderful sunlit music room with my Mums grand piano and a beautiful Blue Cypress tree my brother and I climbed as a child. It felt like the right setting for my Dad to be, in a light magical setting, he has been the wisdom and back bone of our family and I love him very dearly. A very knowledgeable worldly character, my impetus was to try and create the idea that he has a mind of wonder and awe, so above his crown there needed to be a symbolism and felt that a spectrum of light twinkling through the tree branches could achieve this. This digital ink is ready to dry for now :)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Souls of the Forest

After the birth of my first child, Ella Bear, my mind has been brimming and germinating like wild fire with creativity. Between reading and feeding the Souls of the Forest, started in 2006, has been forming in my head. The idea is to paint how it feels to be in the old ghost gum forest of home. Trying to emulate the old people standing still in this silent landscape.
As this painting starts many ideas come to mind of ideas to portray. Maybe a few poppy flowers to commemorate my grandfather and great grandfathers tragedy at war. A silent barn owl flying through undetected. The idea of the souls of the forest returns, lets see where it wants to go.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Fantasie Impromptu

Digital Paint. My mothers suffering and
triumph over the debilitating illness that is manic depression.
Music and the piano have been her ally and friend
throughtout her life, keeping her head above water.
Sonic Cymatics, the idea that sound and in this case music, can
alter and change the recipient. That music has changed the very cell
and structure of a living being, seems plausible to me on reflection
of my Mothers life and her triumph over manic depression,
with music and the piano as her ally.
And in the distance the Calming hum of bees
Odin with Hugin (thought) Munin (memory)
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