Art in a time of war (plus a poem)


“The image above is called After Image. It is nearly two metres wide and standing in front of the real thing the eye is caught first by the black and then travels to the white. But as it does it carries an after image of the black in negative, ie. white. I was dealing with war at the time and this was about the long term effect on the psychs of people.

This next painting is called Little Bird and is about those displaced by war, those who become refugees….”

The above is copied from my blog, I think it is an interesting post about making art in a time of war. Also It is about how one works intuitively finding out the meaning of your work as it comes into being. There’s a fairly decent poem there too, in my opinion.

So pop over and have a look. HERE


paint, country, poems


grasses shushing the voices of ancestors

spinifex dot painting country

intricate memory of blood splatter lichen

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how can one walk the earth of Australia and not think
of the people who have gone before

the crags sing of them
the water wells salty with tears
the earth is red as the blood that was shed upon it

* * * * *

  • Country: In Aboriginal English, a person’s land, sea, sky, rivers, sites, seasons, plants and animals; place of heritage, belonging and spirituality; is called ‘Country’. (Source: Glossary of Indigenous Australian Terms, Australian Museum, Link.

More of my writing on aboriginal issues here. More of my haiku on this blog under categories here and on my old blog here. Feel free to have a browse.

‘spinifex dot painting country’ was first published in Journeys, an anthology published by Haiku Bindii, a local Adelaide Japanese poetry group. I don’t think they have any more copies but I have a few. If you are interested contact me here, and I can get one into the mail for you.

paintings and nature inspiration

A series of photos juxtaposing one of my abstract field painting, with shots of nature that inspired me. The photos are taken at Shell Hill near Walkers Flat, South Australia. We loved to camp there, but people used to dump rubbish and hoon around in their cross country vehicles and bikes, tearing up the fragile earth. So when the local conservation group put fences up preventing access, we lost our favourite camp site, but the earth gained a lot of peace. Looking forward to going back soon to check out the land’s recovery.

The painting is from a series dealing with texture and mark.

Here are some photos of my studio around that time.

I don’t even know where a lot of these paintings are. Probably covered with different paintings. I lost heart with the series. I can’t believe how much time in my life I have wasted (still waste) doubting myself and my art. I only exhibited maybe five of this series. I still have the maroon one and a few others. But the others did make beautiful grounds for other work.

Impressive fish tank too.

More of my art here and here


Strange things I’m doing lately. They suit me, in that, although  they involve my bountiful patience and total engagement, they are flimsy and not serious about themselves.

endless cycle

Thus Come 2 (detail) acrylic on canvas © Belinda Broughton
Thus Come 2 (detail)
acrylic on canvas © Belinda Broughton

chaos order chaos order
things coming, things going, things coming
integration, dissipation, integration
the endless cycle

the making of something through chaos (painting, writing, performance, life)
how, in the making of art, there is a tipping point when chaos dispels and boring starts.
so much of art is about leaving things slightly chaotic, slightly disordered.
where else would the viewer find room to relate? room to ponder?

questions, answers, questions
questions questing quest



This was written in response to a post on The Letters Project, an artist/mother (performance primarily) who is exploring the quandary of being a mother in today’s art scene, and the fertile themes of absence and presence. A very interesting project, still in its infant stages, I suspect. Check it out.

The better part of my art is about this order/chaos cycle.  Have a scroll through, or check out the work in ‘my art’, above.

The baby by the way, is still a newborn, and the most exquisite, wriggly, responsive little chap. I know, because the artist is my daughter-in-law, and I am one of the child’s many grandmothers. (He has at least four. I am known as Granny Bill and am one of the ‘step’ grannies. Not that it makes the slightest difference to us!)