Braidwood Regional Art Group Exhibition https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/ Braidwood Regional Art Group Exhibition TRIPTYCH: MONGARLOWE RIVER, CURRAJUGG Title: MONGARLOWE RIVER, CURRAJUGG 2019 Size: 1. 5 meters Medium: Ink jet digital prints https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=205817736 205817736 Title: MONGARLOWE RIVER, CURRAJUGG Size: 1. 5 meters Medium: Ink jet digital prints https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=205817735 205817735 TRIPTYCH: MONGARLOWE RIVER, CURRAJUGG Title: MONGARLOWE RIVER, CURRAJUGG Size: 1. 5 meters Medium: Ink jet digital prints https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=205817734 205817734 Mongarlowe River Dreaming Oil / canvas H76 cms X 102 By day a burnt land, by night a dark woman. He watched and walked his listless, arid land day by day By night it cooled, became his warm woman -- She lay with her face unchanged Her smile, her mouth; set in a gentle ripple She was the terrain, the land, and the fields And hills he loved, he knew her every undulation; The shape of the further side of her curved outline Crests of her body turned to one side; hills breathing in twilight. He would put the smile of the day on the dawn's early light That shone down over hills, put the smile On her calm dark face also; eyes and mouth simply closed Over unspoken moments, sentiments held from a private place. When they made love, he followed the slow Furrows, under his gliding fingertips Her flesh, her hips, her breasts, her lips returned To their same sunlit form, her bodies? memory Her hills and valleys folded back, unclothing her mystery; her breasts Brought memory, curving brazenly, twinned ellipses under the sun -- Between their cleft he buried his head in acceptance and pleasure -- After her long cry came and went and her eyes opened From an azure depth of her being; in the flicker of her eyes He saw the river many times; silent -- lazing along under the trees A green glow, a stillness shifting in shade -- now as she Sits on the edge of the bed he watches her breathing giving Hints; the movement of dimples; like soft eyes that still cannot see Her breasts lolling, he cannot help but think to touch again Her hips, bunched -- his wrists know well, his fingers also the arabesque of her spine And he sees what the earth has rounded and ripened, and so quietly given The land, once dry, become a vision of curves and abundance. Luke Whitington. https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=205436527 205436527 Death of a land Encaustic / mixed medium FOOD HEALTH AND HEALING OF LAND https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=205748024 205748024 Mongarlowe River Dreaming Oil / board FOOD HEALTH AND HEALING OF LAND https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=205748026 205748026 Her coiled blue curves Oil / canvas FOOD HEALTH AND HEALING OF LAND https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=205748025 205748025 Lyre , lyre , lyre bird Indian ink / arches paper FOOD HEALTH AND HEALING OF LAND https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=205748027 205748027 https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=205924236 205924236 Luke Whitington and Antonia https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=206005943 206005943 https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=206005944 206005944 https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=206005950 206005950 https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=206005960 206005960 https://www.antoniahoddle.com/apps/photos/photo?photoID=206041506 206041506