"The final stage of my healing journey is becoming an artist and telling my story.
Because creativity is the air I breath, and silence supports the violence. "
PHILLIPA ❤
Because creativity is the air I breath, and silence supports the violence. "
PHILLIPA ❤
I am an artist. A mother of two adult-ish boys, a daughter, sister, friend... all the things. I work in admin management 3-4 days/week. I recently completely decluttered my life and created for myself a tiny one room studio space where I live and paint and create, in a small country town in NSW Australia.
Those who know me would see me as a quiet, kind, unassuming type... ha ha, if only they could see inside my head. And while that façade is my default… life, love and art have unearthed the brave, strong, independent woman in me. Truth is… I, my life and my art are all the things.
We are soft and strong.
Fearful and fierce.
Both broken and unbreakable.
I am no one, and I am absolutely someone.
I am every tender, kind and loving woman who has ever been forced to walk away from the man she loves to save herself, then somehow, as a single mum, found the strength and courage to not only survive, but thrive!
15 years ago I walked away from my 25 year marriage. Three times I've dared to love. I gave all three men all of my kindnes, empathy, respect and affection... and three times I've had to walk away to save myself from their cruelty. Amidst the brutality of my journey, my art has been my escape, my hiding place, my punching bag at times, my answered prayer at other times.
I have much to say, and paint, about life, love, and the impossibly divisive, unfair and shitty patriarchal system we’re supposed to live and love within. Women are rising against the disrespect and oppression. (Most) men are still desperately clinging to control, having never been shown that their true power and happiness lay’s in letting it go.
Be the change they say.
This is me trying to do my bit. Filling my little space on this big planet with creativity, colour, inspiration, knowledge, power, and truth.
Soft Heart. Fierce Voice.
Art. Rebellion. Permission.
Yep, that sounds like me… this week anyway ha ha. And that's ok : )
Love to all.
Those who know me would see me as a quiet, kind, unassuming type... ha ha, if only they could see inside my head. And while that façade is my default… life, love and art have unearthed the brave, strong, independent woman in me. Truth is… I, my life and my art are all the things.
We are soft and strong.
Fearful and fierce.
Both broken and unbreakable.
I am no one, and I am absolutely someone.
I am every tender, kind and loving woman who has ever been forced to walk away from the man she loves to save herself, then somehow, as a single mum, found the strength and courage to not only survive, but thrive!
15 years ago I walked away from my 25 year marriage. Three times I've dared to love. I gave all three men all of my kindnes, empathy, respect and affection... and three times I've had to walk away to save myself from their cruelty. Amidst the brutality of my journey, my art has been my escape, my hiding place, my punching bag at times, my answered prayer at other times.
I have much to say, and paint, about life, love, and the impossibly divisive, unfair and shitty patriarchal system we’re supposed to live and love within. Women are rising against the disrespect and oppression. (Most) men are still desperately clinging to control, having never been shown that their true power and happiness lay’s in letting it go.
Be the change they say.
This is me trying to do my bit. Filling my little space on this big planet with creativity, colour, inspiration, knowledge, power, and truth.
Soft Heart. Fierce Voice.
Art. Rebellion. Permission.
Yep, that sounds like me… this week anyway ha ha. And that's ok : )
Love to all.
