Pink Callistemon is an artwork that I drew for my dying mother whilst she was in Pallative care. The artwork is reflective of the laughter, joy and abundance of relationship that mum and I shared together. Native flowers are my mothers favourite flora as they are hardy, beautiful, easily accessible and can be grown within most communities around Australia. The callistemon variety colour range is representative of the diverse communities which are throughout Australia. Native plants can connect our communities on a small scale though conversation commonalities. Pink Callistemon meaning; flowers are a soul in full flight and blossom.

This artwork was inspired by a photo I saw in the news when a local man died playing football. It made me again see how we are united as a community by life events, none more so than death. When a loved one dies, you become a member of an unfortunate club that binds its members with an invisible, yet powerful thread. It creates a sense of togetherness and community no matter the circumstances. My mum died 3 years ago, it's tragedies like this that remind me and bind me, and while there's sadness, there is also love and understanding.

Living with a terminal illness and grief can feel like living in a bubble. Removed from the world’s colour of activity. An invisible barrier that can offer protection but can also keep emotion, conversation, support and even love from being shared. Offering a hand. Connecting through touch. Just holding hands, be it clinging tightly by finger tips or gently held can provide support and care with a wrapping of light, colour and warmth. A connection to community. Arms are positioned to show either is able to support the other and folds of the dress represent the wrinkles of life.

This photo I took last September of my Pop (91 here) and my dying father (61 here) highlights the solitude in the connection with community we felt while we cared for our dad. We always felt this through our family, friends, palliative care nurses and everyone who loved him.

The phrase "Connecting with Community," sounds so easy, but for those living in isolation just the thought of leaving the safety of home is an impossible task. The girl in the image has her back turned away from us, and gives the impression of turning away from the community, but perhaps it's community that has turned away from her.

I painted this old tree, a year before it died. Then 2 years later, the owner, dear friend, Brian, was diagnosed with cancer. Brian's best friend and I, drove from NSW to SA to take care of him in the last weeks of his life. Unexpectedly, I have become a companion to many in those last weeks of life. My spiritual life has expanded expodentially because of these amazing opportunities to feel more, deep love in my heart. I am very blessed to share many special moments, where nothing really matters, except truth and love.