Acrylic on canvas. Award winning painting in series of Davilak lake.Depicts the native Western Australian Black Faced duck, Pobblebonk frog, and Golden Orb spider.
for Sale $450.00
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Swamp
Acrylic on canvas. Award winning painting in series of Davilak lake.Depicts the native Western Australian Black Faced duck, Pobblebonk frog, and Golden Orb spider.
for Sale $450.00
Spirit Songs
Songs of the journey of the spirit. Illustrated with original silk paintings.
Published by the author Pilgrim Way Press.
Copies available A$25.00
The Rainbow songs
Collected poems with images from dyed, stitched silk, embellished with gemstones.
Published by the author Pilgrim Way Press, 2007.
Copies available for sale. A$25.00
Enlightenment quilt
Silk painting centre, shibori dyed silk border, hand and machine stitched, polyester wadding on cotton backing.
Image and poem published in 'Nova' Magazine.
For Sale A$950
Ondine 1
Clay scultpure 45cm high, painted.1st Prize Cockburn Arts exhibition 2008
sold, (In private collection)
Illumination A
This is part of a series of mixed media paintings.
(sold, in private collection).
'Airborn angels announcing...'
Umu Umu (Bali flag) artists
Bali Flag project artists: Biruta Mclaughlin, Ole Otness (he engineered the poles) Enid Mitussis, Annie, Raimo Kupaarinen and Sue Radaich
Bali Flags at the Memorial Hall
This art project was created with 
Four local artists from Artzplace group for display at the re-dedication of the Hamilton Hill Memorial hall.
It was a great project, and I'd like to facilitate more like it.
we had two workshop days, and I processed and stitched the flags.
Four local artists from Artzplace group for display at the re-dedication of the Hamilton Hill Memorial hall.It was a great project, and I'd like to facilitate more like it.
we had two workshop days, and I processed and stitched the flags.
DREAM BEACH; NOON -Published Word is Out 2008
DREAM BEACH 13 NOON
We need not ever fear to remember midnight
The wind whips the ocean to a foaming froth
Gulls wander in the shallows
And seek to share the filamental shade
Of whispering casuarinas
Too hot for thirst
We lie like infants on the silver sands
Of tropical beaches
Do not swim, the warm water
Harbours venom
The mosquitoes rest and wait
In the denseness of hot midday air
The sun seems riveted in the blue shallow sky
The birds are quiet but in the fringing shade
The great iridescent butterflies
Flutter like half forgotten memories of dreams
Great creamy flowers blossoms open out
And yawn
It has never been cold
We are entwined as lovers on the indolent beaches
Waiting is all – the burning sun will slowly navigate
The shadeless skies
Come evening it will set to horizons clouded glory –
Another wonder of the end of days
Lost in the memory of the noontide heat.
© 2008 Annie Otness
We need not ever fear to remember midnight
The wind whips the ocean to a foaming froth
Gulls wander in the shallows
And seek to share the filamental shade
Of whispering casuarinas
Too hot for thirst
We lie like infants on the silver sands
Of tropical beaches
Do not swim, the warm water
Harbours venom
The mosquitoes rest and wait
In the denseness of hot midday air
The sun seems riveted in the blue shallow sky
The birds are quiet but in the fringing shade
The great iridescent butterflies
Flutter like half forgotten memories of dreams
Great creamy flowers blossoms open out
And yawn
It has never been cold
We are entwined as lovers on the indolent beaches
Waiting is all – the burning sun will slowly navigate
The shadeless skies
Come evening it will set to horizons clouded glory –
Another wonder of the end of days
Lost in the memory of the noontide heat.
© 2008 Annie Otness
Old Farmhouses
OLD FARM HOUSES © 2008 Annie Otness
Old farmhouses like tatty grandmothers,
roofs, incontinent to the rains,
windows blind and lightless, the memories hidden.
Populated with the vermin of scuttling hungers,
That hide beneath their disintegrating verandahs,
like old relatives that are never visited.
Beyond repair, old fashioned beyond quaintness
not antique for value, not historic,
yet can't be put down, waiting to sink into the earth,
but still erect although tottering,
reminding the new farmhouses where they came from.
Old farmhouses like tatty grandmothers,
roofs, incontinent to the rains,
windows blind and lightless, the memories hidden.
Populated with the vermin of scuttling hungers,
That hide beneath their disintegrating verandahs,
like old relatives that are never visited.
Beyond repair, old fashioned beyond quaintness
not antique for value, not historic,
yet can't be put down, waiting to sink into the earth,
but still erect although tottering,
reminding the new farmhouses where they came from.
TRANSFORMED BY WORDS
Annie's next reading will be @
The Moore's Building Gallery
45 Henry St, Fremantle
Thursday 13th November 2008
at the OOTA Gala Festival event
TRANSFORMED BY WORDS
The Moore's Building Gallery
45 Henry St, Fremantle
Thursday 13th November 2008
at the OOTA Gala Festival event
TRANSFORMED BY WORDS
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