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New group show at Brightspace coming up, catch the opening Saturday 4th August. 
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Where else would you find my art and the Fair Maid of Perth sharing the pages with Buckingham Palace, Pebble Beach, Gleneagles in Perthshire Scotland and Jacqueline Kennedy. Read all about it in the JulySeptember edition of Equine Magazine.   Pleased to be back at Brightspace in a group show curated by Ros Winkler. Ros has assembled more than 60 works from artists which explore the theme of representing animals in art.
 It's been a long time since I rode a horse through the pretty vales of Tonimbuk. Jinks Creek winery was in its infancy when we moved to the High Country. Now look what has transpired, Abi Edwards gallery which shares the same space as the Wine Bar in an old shearing shed has stabled my Fair Maid of Perth series. Show is open to end of May, plan a beautiful Sunday lunch and catch up with FMOP.
Called up a couple of young fellas to help hang the show - thanks Lin and Lochie! HORSE MYTHS BY STEVE BAIRD Opening: Thursday 16 February Exhibition: 16 February –12 March Horse Myths focuses on horses associated with well known Australian historical narratives. In this project the horses become the principal characters, immersed in the landscape of their misadventures. The people are stripped from the images, and using the sketches of the day as motifs, the horses and the landscape tell the story. This body of work refers to a narrative about the favourite horse of Australian explorer Ernest Giles. Named “The Fair Maid Of Perth“, the mare disappeared mysteriously into the Gibson Desert. The Fair Maid of Perth stencil first appeared in Steve’s travel diary, and has popped up occasionally ever since in the Gibson Desert, around Melbourne art venues and in these paintings.  After the Cob 2017  In it's second year, this unique local curated show seeks to show undiscovered artistic endeavour in the local community. Thanks to Alice Armitage and Andy Mero for being daring and making a commitment to the local arts community.  Into Mystery 03  Stockyard in the sky
As I drove north across the Liverpool Plains, a landscape of rich agricultural land, with distant grandfather mountains giving a torn appearance to the horizon, I shuddered and thought. I thought of the ancient forests crushed beneath the rich soils, crushed and turned to coal, and all that represents. By tearing open the earth we endorse the propping up of old dirty industry, we risk our precious water reserves and we invoke the devils deep inside the earth.  Liverpool Plains - Groundwater  Liverpool Plains - Industrial Age  Liverpool Plains - Debil Debil  Four little works exhibited in the group show - BILLET-DOUX 6 - 15 May 2016
Murray Arts knows that good things come in small packages - and we have uncovered just under 60 small treasures as part of BILLET-DOUX - an exhibition of postcard sized artworks from around the region. Billet-Doux features the works of 24 different artists - all exactly the same size! We've kept it short & sweet! BILLET-DOUX │ postcard exhibition - will be on show at Creators Artspace A series of sketches as studies for the FMOP series of paintings SCENE 1 - The Riot We were fat and playful on the pretty plain At the fairies Glen it was surely best, That sweet idle was the making of our mob That ranged across the mystery of the west. SCENE 2 - Meet the Maid We strung along the stony edge out to the Circus where we meet, At the end of our imagination I am strong and sound of feet. SCENE 3 - The ruined Ramparts We take a wider pad and way past the pastel coloured ponds, Beneath the Ruined Ramparts We build our strength and bonds. SCENE 4 - Kata Tjuta Iam a horse, I am a mare beneath the domes on the sand, I feel the ancestors in my blood And the mob listen when I stand. SCENE 5 - Leaving the Circus Then we four are the chosen ones turned away from the rising sun, To float across the dry soft bed of a salt lake on the rim. SCENE 6 - The waterbed The sand comes up to meet my strength And mark the country beneath our feet, As the Cob and I walk on our tongues are thick with heat. SCENE 7 - Turnback Then the Cob is all knocked up And falls at the whispering oaks, As his last breath is cast away Into the liquid sand it soaks SCENE 8 - Last ever seen of Gibson I'm turned away from a crazy rush And we set back to the east, The sorry mob is split apart And I must find a place to drink SCENE9 - Lost Then the stars roll across the sky And by thirst my sense is bent, To the Circus or the watered south I am unsure which way I went. SCENE 10 - Ghost Horse In the stockyard in the sky The wise mob sometimes say, That ghost horse just like me Flashed by the Circus way. SCENE 11 - Into the sand But my fading tracks in flowing sand Are a long and clumsy line, Fleet horses are born with a burden To carry to the end of time.        |
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