with Glenda Cornell“I love it, and I haven’t
finished looking at it yet”
The journey of an
artwork isn’t in the
finished work; it is
in the process and
pleasure one receives
along the way.L
ike most artists, the love of art
started at a very early age. I
was born in Holland in 1951
and migrated to Australia at the age
of three with my family; my father
couldn’t assimilate into the Australian
way of life and left my Mum with a
young family of four children. The
Catholic Church found Mum work
and accommodation in Daylesford
in Victoria, which is where I began
my schooling. (The school is now an
art gallery, “The Convent Gallery”,
and I have been fortunate enough
to have a joint exhibition there.) I
loved all the art works, paintings
and sculptures that were everywhere
in the school and the church.
Being good at drawing meant being
asked to draw on the blackboard. It
was most enjoyable, and often this got
me out of classes I was not good at
like, such as English and maths. My
mother remarried and the family began
share farming and milking cows, and
we moved to Wodonga area where I
was introduced to a lady who painted
on black and white photographsProfile