Woolly Banksia

For weeks before I would pick up the paintbrush, I could feel the mood for the painting, the colour palette and the rhythm.

This feeling was somehow connected to a sense of 'home', or what it means to be Home. Following the past year of grounding in my birth land Finland, and journeying back to Australia with my little family I couldn't help but reflect - how do I find the sense of 'home' when I am always pulled between two countries?

Eventually this feeling condensed into a place and a moment in time - a gorgeous Banksia in the middle of our dining table.