shrunken heads with enlarged ears and noses, their watchful,
beady eyes and knarled, cigarette stained hands at first
give the impression of idle gossip and speculation. Yet,
really is the execution of an all important task. The
duty of keeping track of the comings and goings and everything
in between. The townsmen standing guard, protecting their
women and children and trying to stay useful.
Wherever I've been, there is the mother standing thoughtfully
before her 'fridge' (whatever form that may be) pondering
its' contents and planning the next meal lying therein.
There is always the grandmother with a child nestled safely
in her lap. The child gazing in rapt wonderment of the
wrinkled wisdom and un-conditional love that surrounds
it. Meanwhile there are always the old men gathered at
the town gates or in the central squares.
are some of the re-occurring images that have guided my
brushes over endless metres of canvas, board and clay.
I keep my images simple and the message bold in order
to speak to the average person. I try to reach the audience
who may never have the opportunity to experience the cultures
and the people who have shared glimpses of their lives
with me. My message is quite simply....'Recognising sameness
can be the beginning of acceptance.'
Morrison - Ph: 250-552-0090 or e-mail: Donna