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 committee member of the Shoalhaven Art Society (SAS).
I have exhibtied in the infamous “Bald Archy Prize” patroned by Dame Edna and also The Cartoon Bunker Gallery and the Shoalhaven City Arts Centre (Nowra NSW, Australia).
Donna Huntriss hosts Illawarra and is a member of Floral Watercolours! and Pastels! (2 a day ), !"All About Hearts"!, 1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices, Acrylic Painting, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Alphabet Soup (Letter ~ R), Art and Stories Made For Children, Artists with Disabilities, Astrology, Calligraphy, Character Development, Dragon's Fire, Fabulous Flowers, Finks of Inks, For the Love of Cats , 2 images a day, Globes, Spheres and Curves - 2 per day, Green!, Myths, Legends and Fairytales, Once In A Blue Moon, Outsiders, Owl Artwork, Painted Florals! , Pelicans, Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), Pentacle Passions, Seashells, Shades of Grey, Shameless Self-Promotion, Something Fishy, The Birds, THE DIVINE FEMININE, Trees , Underwater & Sealife (Limit 2 Per Day), We Rock: Musical Instrument Art and Works On Paper.
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It was taboo travelling time, / Between dusk and dawn,
So I glued his wheelie-bin on the concrete / On his front lawn, / Filled it full of fish heads and prawns
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
The visit to the doctor, / The rail is always late, / And then I’m always told…
I used to be a doormat, / Where many had wiped their feet..
Just be warned it shall come to pass, / My new art show – “The Arse on the Glass”