The egg chosen for this eggspress post has an obvious inspiration - Vincent van Gogh's Wheatfield with Crows, painted in 1890. But to be more eggsact, this egg, painted by Robyn H in 2018, was inspired by the movie Loving Vincent. This fascinating feature-length animated movie is a truly amazing achievement. Over 125 artists from … Continue reading Loving Vincent, egg-style
Category: Painted eggs
Creativity is in her genes…
Well, yes, given the artistic background she comes from, but for this egg it's actually ON her jeans! Over the years Katie has spent a lot of time vandalising graffitiing decorating anything that didn't run away fast enough. Books, clothes and even her curtains. This egg, painted in 2010, was taken from a pair of her … Continue reading Creativity is in her genes…
Eggstreme relief, saved on an egg
My Easter egg this year has a lot of eggstra special meaning for me. My daughter, Maddie, was diagnosed last year with a vestibular schwannoma, also known as an acoustic neuroma. The wikipedia explanation for that is 'A vestibular schwannoma (VS) is a benign primary intracranial tumor of the myelin-forming cells of the vestibulocochlear nerve (8th cranial nerve).' In lay terms, it's a benign … Continue reading Eggstreme relief, saved on an egg
Beetle baby…
My baby just turned 21. She's so old. I'M so old! Where did all those years go? Way back in the beginning, for her first Easter, I painted her an egg, just like I'd done for all her brothers and sisters before her. My baby eggs. Each design was chosen for a reason, some connection … Continue reading Beetle baby…
Smile, it’s contagious!
What better way to start the eggspress posts than with this happy, smiley egg? I'm not sure who created it. It's one of the eggs that was photographed back in about 2002 (I think), when our eggs were featured in an eggshibition at the Canberra Museum and Gallery (CMAG). I got the job of photographing … Continue reading Smile, it’s contagious!
No fluffy chickens here today…
Be warned - eggstremely soppy post coming up... Back when my husband Neill and I were romantic young things, in the throes of young love but still too shy to say it in public, we would made lengthy phone calls to each other. Since this was back when phones were all firmly attached to the … Continue reading No fluffy chickens here today…