The moon has always symbolized our awe and wonderment at something greater than ourselves, that there exists something that is just beyond our reach.

I moved from an industrial area in Melbourne to a wonderfully bushy, beach side suburb in Lake Macquarie. For years I have performed moon rituals and ceremony on the beach twice a month, honoring the full and new moons with a group of local women. During isolating and anxiety filled lockdowns the moon has provided us with consistent monthly ritual, guidance, connection and devotion. The moon grounds and enriches us and puts everything into perspective.

Traditionally the moon is a powerful feminine symbol and worshipping the moon is a tangible way to safely engage with and honor being a woman.

My intention has been to capture the luminosity and powerful energy of the full moon as she rises over the ocean. It is a sacred time of release and gratitude, when the seeds we have sewn are growing and our truths are exposed. The full, incandescent light shows us what we must let go of in order to live our truth. We are called to be courageous. We are invited to shine.

Watching the moon rise over the ocean is one of the most magical experiences for me and never fails to fill me with awe. “Look at the moon!” I cry because I often feel I need witnesses to this marvelous, other-worldly magic. The moon takes us back into our childhood selves, invites us to be present in the moment, and connects us in our wonderment to one another, across all continents and throughout history.

Making the Moon paintings and then exhibiting has been empowering and healing. Come what may, the moon will rise and she is utterly glorious.