After Holy Communion and a Good Sleep

Oil on Canvas

40 by 51 cms

On the verge of turning fifty-one, and having managed to find ways to protect myself from Melbourne’s biting winter, I pick up my pen and attempt to shape, without any forethought, what it feels like to be me, Gabrielle Brinsmead, at 51. I am loved. I am needed. I have brought two wonderful children into the world. I have made a lot of very silly mistakes, and yet I am so loved.