Kaleidoscopic: Marie Greeks
Undulating, meandering coastline hidden in coves and bays. The continuous meeting of land and water; from smooth, gentle lapping waves to raging, tumultuous seas pounding and sculpting sand and rock – forever changing the shape of this land we call Aotearoa, New Zealand.
This is what holds my attention. I used to sit on the hills which circle Wellington Harbour, sketching the constantly changing texture and colour. Perspective was continually shifting from the inner to the outer; the hidden suggested and exposed. All was held in unity; a paradox of dancing patterns.
In the steep Southern Alps rain falls in sheets, blotting out form as cascading water, pulled by the force of gravity, gives birth to streaming waterfalls which appear and disappear just as suddenly.
This exhibition is as much about feelings as the visual – emotions surfacing and submerging in constant movement like the myriad ways water moves back and forth on the land. The shallow and the depth as much a reflection of myself as this landscape I see.
This is what holds my attention. I used to sit on the hills which circle Wellington Harbour, sketching the constantly changing texture and colour. Perspective was continually shifting from the inner to the outer; the hidden suggested and exposed. All was held in unity; a paradox of dancing patterns.
In the steep Southern Alps rain falls in sheets, blotting out form as cascading water, pulled by the force of gravity, gives birth to streaming waterfalls which appear and disappear just as suddenly.
This exhibition is as much about feelings as the visual – emotions surfacing and submerging in constant movement like the myriad ways water moves back and forth on the land. The shallow and the depth as much a reflection of myself as this landscape I see.