I'm pleased to announce one of my works, 'Klari', has made the final selection in the 2010 Mortimore Prize for traditional and contemporary realism. The awards are to be judged and winners announced on September 25th. My piece will then be on tour with works of...
I've just put down my brush after making some final touches to the work below, titled 'River Dreaming'. It's a work that could be described as a response to my time spent living in and exploring Sydney and it's surrounds, and my subsequent further research on...
Insight or Pathology fragments of alternity surface and swim around me like sharks I feel the sweep and pressure of their passing yet cannot grasp their shape or know intent lifted to altered reality on Archangel Gabapentin wings no pattern no familiars awe full insight or pathology Jane Nicol 2006 This poem accompanies the painting Insight...
Mitochondrial Descent - a series of paintings by Jane Nicol (* Mitochondrial DNA is passed down from mother to daughter) Behind each of us male or female, integral in forming the ground of perception on which we stand, is a lineage of women. Our mothers, their...
Acting, As If In the depth of wrenching dark When I and my world break apart and fail On some still level I will hold alternate truths to be That the sun will eventually rise That laughter breaks through impossibility That open-heartedness, steeped in hot...
Anthem for Pfizer Holy, Holy, Pfizer merciful and mighty, Lord of drug angels Why should I face and befriend pain, when you offer all-powerful mercy. Lifted to altered reality on Archangel Gabapentin wings. I sold my mind, myself, for that promised moment of relief Jane Nicol 2005 This poem accompanies the painting Anthem...
Words Behind the Portal Series - paintings by Jane Nicol Anthem for Pfizer Our lives are filled with ways to escape pain. More and more invitations to escape, ~ mind altering substances, virtual reality games, reality TV, toys and lollies, ~ analgesics for the body and mind....
Being Human Soul forgotten solitary in shivering human form building prison walls out of illusion braggart swaggering illusion whistling in the dark of truth denying the loneliness, the helplessness of being alive step back witness and remember learn to love the helplessness of being alive the dark bright pity of being human Jane Nicol...
Song For Old Nick The Skylark sings as joyfully on Christmas Day as on any other day of the year Jane Nicol 2004 This poem accompanies the painting Song For Old Nick (Portal series). ...