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Showing posts with label Easter Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Easter Sunday. Show all posts

Sunday, April 5, 2026

EASTER GREETINGS FROM MELBOURNE 🪺

Pictured top: Eupholos linnei Weevil Woman, 2015, watercolour on Khadi paper, 41.91 x 29.72 cm. From the Homo-insecta series, originally exhibited at Counihan Gallery in 2016 as part of the exhibition, MODERN MYTH.

Eupholos linnei is a flightless beetle from Pachyrhynchus, a genus of weevils in the Curculionidae family. They are popularly known as Easter Egg Weevils because their glorious colours, typically comprising metallic or iridescent patches of blue, green, yellow, or orange, resemble brightly decorated Easter eggs - not dissimilar, in fact, to the eggs adorning our Easter tree.






Pictured above: Our little Easter tree, the decoration of which was 
closely supervised by Alice B. Cat

Below: The Easter Bunny, spotted on Easter Eve at Yarra River Maritime Park in Docklands, a short stroll from our apartment. 



Happy Easter, everyone. 🪺


Tuesday, April 22, 2025

A fond farewell to Easter

Directly below: Shane Jones and BFF Alice B. Cat in the garden of our home in Ballarat on Easter Sunday.





The City of Ballarat certainly did Easter proud. Here are a few pics of this year’s spectacular display in Sturt Street Gardens, both by day -









and by night.











Sunday, April 17, 2022

Some progress views at Easter time

On the table easel this sunny Easter Sunday: sunbeams, synthetic hair, a Hans Holbein postcard (Jane Seymour/Queen of England, 1513-1537) and a further progress view of my current painting, Strait-laced, acrylic on canvas, diptych, 55.5 x 22.5 cm.

Unfortunately my studio chair is out of action, so work has temporarily ground to a halt. (See below).

Directly following is an overview of other works in progress, snapped in the lead up to Easter. Image on postcard: Jan van Eyck, Portrait of a Man (Self-Portrait?) 1433. All works are fairly near completion, if Alice can stay off my chair for long enough. Oh, well, what do I care? Do your worst, Alice - within the hour we’ll be gone. We’re heading to our friend Tim Gresham’s house for hot cross buns, homemade by his partner, Gaye Britt, followed, no doubt, by a surfeit of chocolate eggs.

Happy Easter everyone!