Matriarch II

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Small (8.0" x 8.1")

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Cary McAulay

Blackbutt, Australia

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Small 8.0" x 8.1"
Medium 12.0" x 12.1"
Large 16.0" x 16.2"
X large 20.0" x 20.2"


  • Each print is individually stretched and constructed for your order
  • Epson pigment inks using Giclée inkjets to ensure a long life
  • UV protection provided by a clear lacquer
  • Cotton/poly blend Canson canvas for brighter whites and even stretching



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Artist's Description

Part of a series of works inspired from my dreams of trees…
acrylic on canvas
91cm x 91cm – Sold

by Christine Lanham

Late afternoon , light waning,
driving East to that little village.
Summers’ garb velveting the lands’ swellings’,
luminous cloak… protecting earth.

The endless ribbon climbs heaving , breath expanded hills,
denuded long ago to graze hungry mouths .
So long , the remnant veterans forget the company they kept.
I feel their ghosts this evening… swaying in the wind , saying last farewells
as they crumple to another life .
A hut , or boundary claim , some rising as a pheonix from warming fires , escaping cunningly.
Those that remain stand alone or in huddled groups for strength.

Their last stand… through drought , stress and mistletoe, survivors who deserve their place.
Cresting the summer grass waves ,
filigree lace in silohette , introducing land to sky.
Some advancing like a last charge , in unbroken lines over the ridge,
no pounding hooves or lances held….just their dignity as armour.

They filter the suns low rays in conversation flowing , inviting me to join,
and join …I do….with eyes held wide , drinking in the silent words.
My body feels the whispers offered in this moment that is as long as eternity.
Im part of the dialogue now, drinking in this scene , absorbing proffered stories of all they have seen, captured in this softened light which pours itself on me.

Time shifts and all is whole , absent forests stand and croon, lamenting lost potential.
They reach up from the dust , restaking their positions , claiming their ground.
I feel them clamouring all around , even as I pass by.
The veterans feel them too…memories stir and spread through leathery leaves.
Tucked away for lonely times , imprinting dreaming nearly lost.
And on this evening they are young again as distant storm fed breeze allows play .
Come dance with us , and those we grieve.

Pay homage to the life force that still flows deep within our roots.

Copyright – Christine Lanham

Thank you Christine for letting me have your poem along side my painting… :o)

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