Donna Huntriss
Profile
- Name
- Donna Huntriss
- Age
- 40
- City
- Nowra
- Country
- Australia
- Joined
- Dec 2007
I am an Australian artist living on the south coast of New South Wales, (two hours drive south of Sydney).
I have been commissioned for art works and have won a number of prizes and have had succcessful solo and group exhibitions.
I am involved a city gallery as part of the curatorial team and exhibition hanging team, and also a member of the Local Art Society.
I have exhibtied in the infamous “Bald Archy Prize” patroned by Dame Edna and also The Cartoon Bunker Gallery.
Groups
Donna Huntriss hosts Illawarra and is a member of 1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Artists with Disabilities, Dragon's Fire, Fabulous Flowers, Falling Leaves, For the Love of Cats, Globes, Spheres and Curves, Green!, I ♥ Patterns, Mandala, Pencil Drawing, Pentacle Passions, Seashells, Something Fishy, The Word Tree and Underwater & Sealife .
Journal Entries
Zazzle vs redbubble?
Posted 4 days ago, 3 comments so far.
Shoalhaven Arts Society Exhibition details
Posted 4 days ago, 3 comments so far.
Broken Glass!
Posted 6 days ago, 3 comments so far.
Posted Artworks to exhibits update
Posted 18 days ago, 2 comments so far.
"In the Garden" 2009 exhibition details!
Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.
Quilt No.2 (Lily Box)
Posted about 1 month ago.
Illawarra Red Bubble art show?
Posted 2 months ago, 10 comments so far.
My "As the Crow Flies" quilt.
Posted 4 months ago, 2 comments so far.
In the Garden 2009 art exhibition
Posted 4 months ago.
Electric Lucky escape
Posted 6 months ago.
Art
Writing
Out West
It was taboo travelling time, / Between dusk and dawn,
Coffee
Instead of stale banana cake, I now only eat by myself, / The love I want is expresso roast, I can’t reach on the supermarket shelf
Doormat
I used to be a doormat, / Where many had wiped their feet..
Road Rage Rap
You drive around the bush, wild and free, / Five o’clock you’re grid lock’d in the city, / (Toorak tractor….)
I Left Nowra
The visit to the doctor, / The rail is always late, / And then I’m always told…
Don't Hear it Any More (apologies to Norah Jones)
So I glued his wheelie-bin on the concrete / On his front lawn, / Filled it full of fish heads and prawns
