Simon LJ Baxter

Set against a serene purple backdrop, this acrylic portrait radiates warmth and reverence—a heartfelt tribute to Granddad, Mum, and Grandma, whose presence lingers beyond time. The rich hues embrace their essence, symbolizing wisdom and the enduring love that binds generations together. Each brushstroke whispers stories of laughter, resilience, and quiet strength, immortalizing their legacy in color and form.

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“Legacy in Strokes”

Set against a serene purple backdrop, this acrylic portrait radiates warmth and reverence—a heartfelt tribute to Granddad, Mum, and Grandma, whose presence lingers beyond time. The rich hues embrace their essence, symbolizing wisdom and the enduring love that binds generations together. Each brushstroke whispers stories of laughter, resilience, and quiet strength, immortalizing their legacy in color and form.

“Embers of Dawn”

Bathed in the golden-orange glow of morning light, this acrylic landscape whispers of a new day’s quiet embrace. Sunbeams filter through a valley of towering pine trees, casting dappled shadows upon the earth as dawn gently awakens the wilderness. A crystal-clear blue river winds through the heart of the scene, its surface reflecting the fiery hues above—a harmony of warmth and serenity. With rich textures and luminous tones, this painting invites the viewer into nature’s tranquil embrace, where time slows and beauty lingers.

Bathed in the golden-orange glow of morning light, this acrylic landscape whispers of a new day's quiet embrace. Sunbeams filter through a valley of towering pine trees, casting dappled shadows upon the earth as dawn gently awakens the wilderness. A crystal-clear blue river winds through the heart of the scene, its surface reflecting the fiery hues above—a harmony of warmth and serenity. With rich textures and luminous tones, this painting invites the viewer into nature’s tranquil embrace, where time slows and beauty lingers.
Set against a soft blue backdrop, Keith, the old bull, stands with quiet curiosity, his gaze steady and knowing. His long, upright horns rise like proud sentinels—monuments to resilience and wisdom gathered over the years. There’s an undeniable presence in his expression, a blend of experience and wonder, as he watches the world with a thoughtful intensity. With rich brushstrokes and earthy tones, this acrylic painting captures the essence of Keith—a creature of strength, dignity, and untold stories.

“Keith the Bull”

Set against a soft blue backdrop, Keith, the old bull, stands with quiet curiosity, his gaze steady and knowing. His long, upright horns rise like proud sentinels—monuments to resilience and wisdom gathered over the years. There’s an undeniable presence in his expression, a blend of experience and wonder, as he watches the world with a thoughtful intensity. With rich brushstrokes and earthy tones, this acrylic painting captures the essence of Keith—a creature of strength, dignity, and untold stories.

“Storm at Lawgi Dawes”

The restless sky churns above the mountain ranges of Lawgi Dawes, a distant thunderstorm rolling in with formidable energy. Jagged lightning bolts streak across the horizon, illuminating the rugged peaks in fleeting flashes of brilliance. In the foreground, a humble timber house and shed stand firm against the approaching tempest, their weathered walls bearing witness to nature’s untamed power. As storm clouds gather and the wind whispers through the valley, this acrylic painting encapsulates the raw beauty and quiet resilience of the land, balancing chaos with steadfast tranquility.

The restless sky churns above the mountain ranges of Lawgi Dawes, a distant thunderstorm rolling in with formidable energy. Jagged lightning bolts streak across the horizon, illuminating the rugged peaks in fleeting flashes of brilliance. In the foreground, a humble timber house and shed stand firm against the approaching tempest, their weathered walls bearing witness to nature’s untamed power. As storm clouds gather and the wind whispers through the valley, this acrylic painting encapsulates the raw beauty and quiet resilience of the land, balancing chaos with steadfast tranquility.
Bathed in the luminous glow of the full moon, two lovers stand entwined amidst the crashing waves, their embrace unyielding against the storm. The man holds the woman close, shielding her from the ocean’s relentless force, his presence a sanctuary of unwavering devotion. As the waves crash upon him, water disperses in a celestial pattern—forming ethereal wings, a silent testament to his role as her protector, her angel in the storm.
The vast expanse of the ultramarine sea stretches beyond them, mirroring the emotions stirred by the moon’s pull—a reminder that nature and the heart move as one. In moments of turmoil, we seek those who hold us tight, riding the waves of emotion together, finding solace in love’s unbreakable embrace.

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“Scenic Love”

Bathed in the luminous glow of the full moon, two lovers stand entwined amidst the crashing waves, their embrace unyielding against the storm. The man holds the woman close, shielding her from the ocean’s relentless force, his presence a sanctuary of unwavering devotion. As the waves crash upon him, water disperses in a celestial pattern—forming ethereal wings, a silent testament to his role as her protector, her angel in the storm.

The vast expanse of the ultramarine sea stretches beyond them, mirroring the emotions stirred by the moon’s pull—a reminder that nature and the heart move as one. In moments of turmoil, we seek those who hold us tight, riding the waves of emotion together, finding solace in love’s unbreakable embrace.

“Secret Valley”

Beneath towering trees, a lone rider guides his horse down a winding path, descending into the hidden embrace of a secluded valley. Surrounded by high, rugged cliffs, the land unfolds in lush green fields, kissed by the gentle flow of a grand river weaving through its heart. The untouched serenity of nature whispers through the air, where solitude meets discovery, and the valley holds its secrets close.

Rendered in rich acrylic tones, this painting captures the essence of adventure, tranquility, and the quiet wonder of uncharted landscapes. Secret Valley invites the viewer to step beyond the familiar—to follow the rider’s path and lose themselves in the beauty of the unknown.

Beneath towering trees, a lone rider guides his horse down a winding path, descending into the hidden embrace of a secluded valley. Surrounded by high, rugged cliffs, the land unfolds in lush green fields, kissed by the gentle flow of a grand river weaving through its heart. The untouched serenity of nature whispers through the air, where solitude meets discovery, and the valley holds its secrets close.
Rendered in rich acrylic tones, this painting captures the essence of adventure, tranquility, and the quiet wonder of uncharted landscapes. Secret Valley invites the viewer to step beyond the familiar—to follow the rider’s path and lose themselves in the beauty of the unknown.
Against a stark black backdrop, a mighty Texas Longhorn lowers its head, the curve of its immense horns cutting through the darkness with quiet intensity. The moon—small yet luminous—hovers above, casting a faint glow over the scene, its light accentuating the rich brown tones of the bull’s rugged form. Strength, resilience, and quiet defiance radiate from its posture, a creature shaped by the land, carrying the weight of history in every sinew.
Through deep contrasts and bold strokes, this acrylic painting captures the essence of the Texas Longhorn—symbol of endurance and untamed spirit, standing timeless beneath the watchful gaze of the night.

“Texas Longhorn”

Against a stark black backdrop, a mighty Texas Longhorn lowers its head, the curve of its immense horns cutting through the darkness with quiet intensity. The moon—small yet luminous—hovers above, casting a faint glow over the scene, its light accentuating the rich brown tones of the bull’s rugged form. Strength, resilience, and quiet defiance radiate from its posture, a creature shaped by the land, carrying the weight of history in every sinew.

Through deep contrasts and bold strokes, this acrylic painting captures the essence of the Texas Longhorn—symbol of endurance and untamed spirit, standing timeless beneath the watchful gaze of the night.

“Panthers”

From the depths of the emerald undergrowth, a black panther emerges, her sleek frame coiled with quiet ferocity. Her piercing gaze locks onto the viewer, accompanied by a raw, guttural snarl—a primal warning, an unwavering shield. Behind her, two young cubs sit nestled in the shadows, their presence the beating heart of her protectiveness.

The deep contrast of midnight-black fur against the lush greens of the forest amplifies the tension—the untamed beauty of nature clashing with the primal instinct to defend. With every brushstroke, this acrylic painting captures the fierce devotion of a mother, the raw energy of survival, and the silent, watchful power that lingers in the wild.

From the depths of the emerald undergrowth, a black panther emerges, her sleek frame coiled with quiet ferocity. Her piercing gaze locks onto the viewer, accompanied by a raw, guttural snarl—a primal warning, an unwavering shield. Behind her, two young cubs sit nestled in the shadows, their presence the beating heart of her protectiveness.
The deep contrast of midnight-black fur against the lush greens of the forest amplifies the tension—the untamed beauty of nature clashing with the primal instinct to defend. With every brushstroke, this acrylic painting captures the fierce devotion of a mother, the raw energy of survival, and the silent, watchful power that lingers in the wild.

DONATED TO BILOELA RLC

Like a quiet whisper through the land, a river winds its way into the heart of a deep valley, disappearing into the embrace of towering trees. The running water moves away from the viewer, carrying with it the rhythm of nature, nourishing the lush greenery that thrives along its banks. Shades of life bloom under its touch—an endless cycle of renewal, where the valley flourishes under its steady pulse.

With flowing brushstrokes and rich acrylic tones, Watering the Valley evokes a sense of movement and harmony, a testament to nature’s quiet persistence. The viewer is drawn into its depths, following the water’s journey into the unknown, where beauty lingers beyond the horizon.

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“Watering the Valley”

Winner of the 2023 BRIGALOW ARTS FESTIVAL’S Queensland Nitrates Acquisition Award.

Like a quiet whisper through the land, a river winds its way into the heart of a deep valley, disappearing into the embrace of towering trees. The running water moves away from the viewer, carrying with it the rhythm of nature, nourishing the lush greenery that thrives along its banks. Shades of life bloom under its touch—an endless cycle of renewal, where the valley flourishes under its steady pulse.

With flowing brushstrokes and rich acrylic tones, Watering the Valley evokes a sense of movement and harmony, a testament to nature’s quiet persistence. The viewer is drawn into its depths, following the water’s journey into the unknown, where beauty lingers beyond the horizon.

“Cascading waters of Springbrook”

In the heart of Springbrook National Park, water tumbles gracefully over rugged rocks, carving its way through the emerald expanse of the forest. The cascading current glistens under filtered sunlight, reflecting the vibrant greens that envelop its journey. Each rushing stream breathes life into the land, nourishing the towering trees and delicate undergrowth that thrive along its path.

With fluid brushstrokes and rich acrylic textures, Cascading Waters of Springbrook embodies nature’s harmony—where movement and stillness exist side by side. The viewer is invited into this tranquil escape, to hear the gentle roar of flowing water, to feel the cool mist rising from its depths, and to lose themselves in the serenity of Queensland’s hidden paradise.

In the heart of Springbrook National Park, water tumbles gracefully over rugged rocks, carving its way through the emerald expanse of the forest. The cascading current glistens under filtered sunlight, reflecting the vibrant greens that envelop its journey. Each rushing stream breathes life into the land, nourishing the towering trees and delicate undergrowth that thrive along its path.
With fluid brushstrokes and rich acrylic textures, Cascading Waters of Springbrook embodies nature’s harmony—where movement and stillness exist side by side. The viewer is invited into this tranquil escape, to hear the gentle roar of flowing water, to feel the cool mist rising from its depths, and to lose themselves in the serenity of Queensland’s hidden paradise.
In the depths of surreal imagination, a dark man stands with an unwavering smile, candles burning atop his head—each flame a testament to his inner radiance. Behind him, three ghostly faces drift in the shadows, their breath reaching toward the flickering lights, desperate to extinguish what they cannot possess. Yet, the flames endure, defying the whispered gusts of envy and spite.
Rendered in bold, dreamlike strokes, Unfading Light illuminates the truth within the human spirit—that dimming another’s brilliance will never make one’s own shine brighter. Through symbolism and contrast, this acrylic painting challenges the viewer to reflect on resilience, the power of self-worth, and the wisdom in guarding one’s own glow.

“Unfading Light”

In the depths of surreal imagination, a dark man with an unwavering smile, candles burning atop his head—each flame a testament to his inner radiance. Behind him, three ghostly faces drift in the shadows, their breath reaching toward the flickering lights, desperate to extinguish what they cannot possess. Yet, the flames endure, defying the whispered gusts of envy and spite.

Rendered in bold, dreamlike strokes, Unfading Light illuminates the truth within the human spirit—that dimming another’s brilliance will never make one’s own shine brighter. Through symbolism and contrast, this acrylic painting challenges the viewer to reflect on resilience, the power of self-worth, and the wisdom in guarding one’s own glow.

“Veiled Allure”

In a moment frozen in time, Mattie Lynn’s piercing blue eyes command the canvas, her sultry gaze layered with depth and intrigue. Strands of her long, dark hair cascade across her face, partially veiling one eye—an unspoken invitation, a delicate balance between concealment and revelation. Her full lips, soft yet striking, add to the quiet intensity, drawing the viewer into the silent dialogue of expression and emotion.

Rendered in rich acrylic textures, Veiled Allure captures the magnetic presence of beauty, where light and shadow play upon the skin, and the untold stories linger just beyond the frame. The composition invites the viewer to wonder—to look closer, to feel the weight of unspoken words, to meet her gaze and question what lies beneath.

In a moment frozen in time, Mattie Lynn’s piercing blue eyes command the canvas, her sultry gaze layered with depth and intrigue. Strands of her long, dark hair cascade across her face, partially veiling one eye—an unspoken invitation, a delicate balance between concealment and revelation. Her full lips, soft yet striking, add to the quiet intensity, drawing the viewer into the silent dialogue of expression and emotion.
Rendered in rich acrylic textures, Veiled Allure captures the magnetic presence of beauty, where light and shadow play upon the skin, and the untold stories linger just beyond the frame. The composition invites the viewer to wonder—to look closer, to feel the weight of unspoken words, to meet her gaze and question what lies beneath.

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A serene figure stands in quiet offering—his bald head and open hands radiate pure white light, flowing like smoke, drifting outward to those who seek it. His presence is ethereal, a beacon of energy shared without hesitation. At the center of his forehead, a glowing purple eye—the Third Eye—watches over the unseen, a gateway to higher perception, wisdom beyond the physical realm.
Behind him, nature moves in harmonious rhythm. A towering cliff cascades into a waterfall, its endless stream flowing directly into his mind—a silent affirmation that energy is replenished by the earth, that the universe nourishes those willing to give. Through bold surrealist strokes and luminous contrasts, Flow of Illumination speaks to the cycles of renewal, the transfer of light, and the quiet power of sharing one’s essence with the world.

“Flow of Illumination”

A serene figure stands in quiet offering—his bald head and open hands radiate pure white light, flowing like smoke, drifting outward to those who seek it. His presence is ethereal, a beacon of energy shared without hesitation. At the center of his forehead, a glowing purple eye—the Third Eye—watches over the unseen, a gateway to higher perception, wisdom beyond the physical realm.

Behind him, nature moves in harmonious rhythm. A towering cliff cascades into a waterfall, its endless stream flowing directly into his mind—a silent affirmation that energy is replenished by the earth, that the universe nourishes those willing to give. Through bold surrealist strokes and luminous contrasts, Flow of Illumination speaks to the cycles of renewal, the transfer of light, and the quiet power of sharing one’s essence with the world.

“Unrequited Love”

A man stands alone on the edge of desperation, his chest torn open—a hollow space where his heart once beat. In one hand, he clutches a grenade, the weight of his sacrifice pressing against his palm. His other hand bears a deep wound, a bleeding testament to love given freely, yet never returned.

At his feet, his heart lays abandoned on the cold train station platform marked Trouble, its lifeblood staining the ground—a love discarded, left to wither. Behind him, a train approaches, its destination boldly labeled Love, yet down its side, the truth is scrawled in defiance: Liar. It rushes forward, a cruel paradox, promising devotion yet carrying betrayal within its frame.

Rendered in haunting surrealism, Unrequited Love is a portrait of anguish—an unflinching reflection on devotion, deception, and the cost of giving one’s heart to those who never intend to hold it.

A man stands alone on the edge of desperation, his chest torn open—a hollow space where his heart once beat. In one hand, he clutches a grenade, the weight of his sacrifice pressing against his palm. His other hand bears a deep wound, a bleeding testament to love given freely, yet never returned.
At his feet, his heart lays abandoned on the cold train station platform marked Trouble, its lifeblood staining the ground—a love discarded, left to wither. Behind him, a train approaches, its destination boldly labeled Love, yet down its side, the truth is scrawled in defiance: Liar. It rushes forward, a cruel paradox, promising devotion yet carrying betrayal within its frame.
Rendered in haunting surrealism, Unrequited Love is a portrait of anguish—an unflinching reflection on devotion, deception, and the cost of giving one's heart to those who never intend to hold it.
Under the gentle glow of the full moon, an elderly couple sits side by side on a weathered bench near the ocean, their gazes fixed upon the Woody Point Jetty shimmering in the distance. The silver light dances across the water, stretching toward the horizon, as waves murmur their quiet song—time moving forward, yet lingering in the embrace of memory.
In the near distance, a young couple approaches, pushing a stroller—their journey just beginning, stepping into the same rhythm of love and life. The contrast is subtle yet profound—a quiet reflection of the past meeting the future, where wisdom and tenderness endure beyond the years.
With serene brushstrokes and soft, luminous tones, Endless Love invites the viewer to pause, to feel the ebb and flow of love across generations, and to cherish the beauty of moments shared beneath the moonlit sky.

“Endless Love”

Under the gentle glow of the full moon, an elderly couple sits side by side on a weathered bench near the ocean, their gazes fixed upon the Woody Point Jetty shimmering in the distance. The silver light dances across the water, stretching toward the horizon, as waves murmur their quiet song—time moving forward, yet lingering in the embrace of memory.

In the near distance, a young couple approaches, pushing a stroller—their journey just beginning, stepping into the same rhythm of love and life. The contrast is subtle yet profound—a quiet reflection of the past meeting the future, where wisdom and tenderness endure beyond the years.

With serene brushstrokes and soft, luminous tones, Endless Love invites the viewer to pause, to feel the ebb and flow of love across generations, and to cherish the beauty of moments shared beneath the moonlit sky.

“Gorge Falls of Springbrook”

Deep within the heart of Springbrook National Park, water tumbles effortlessly over massive boulders, carving its way through the rugged embrace of a secluded gorge. The cascading falls shimmer under soft daylight, their endless flow breathing life into the surrounding landscape. Mist rises from the impact below, mingling with the crisp forest air, as towering cliffs stand like silent sentinels, watching over nature’s timeless rhythm.

Rendered in rich acrylic textures, Gorge Falls of Springbrook immerses the viewer in the serenity and raw power of the wilderness—where water shapes the land, and the untamed beauty of Queensland’s hidden paradise lingers in every drop.

Deep within the heart of Springbrook National Park, water tumbles effortlessly over massive boulders, carving its way through the rugged embrace of a secluded gorge. The cascading falls shimmer under soft daylight, their endless flow breathing life into the surrounding landscape. Mist rises from the impact below, mingling with the crisp forest air, as towering cliffs stand like silent sentinels, watching over nature’s timeless rhythm.
Rendered in rich acrylic textures, Gorge Falls of Springbrook immerses the viewer in the serenity and raw power of the wilderness—where water shapes the land, and the untamed beauty of Queensland’s hidden paradise lingers in every drop.
At the threshold of the unknown, she waits—wings shimmering like whispers of the wind, perched upon a fallen tree that bridges reality and the realm beyond. Fireflies flicker along the forest trail, tiny embers of light guiding the way forward. Beneath her, a small stream ripples gently, its surface broken by stepping stones—a quiet invitation to cross, to step into the journey ahead.
The air hums with energy, surrounded by the quiet magic of mushrooms that bloom like secrets beneath the ancient trees. Here, in the heart of the wild, the four elements converge—Wind in her delicate wings, Water flowing at her feet, Fire dancing in the glow of fireflies, and Earth anchoring the world in deep-rooted strength.
Rendered in dreamlike strokes, Mystical Fairy beckons the viewer to step forward, to surrender to the unknown, and to find balance within the forces that shape both nature and the soul.

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“Mystical Fairy”

At the threshold of the unknown, she waits—wings shimmering like whispers of the wind, perched upon a fallen tree that bridges reality and the realm beyond. Fireflies flicker along the forest trail, tiny embers of light guiding the way forward. Beneath her, a small stream ripples gently, its surface broken by stepping stones—a quiet invitation to cross, to step into the journey ahead.

The air hums with energy, surrounded by the quiet magic of mushrooms that bloom like secrets beneath the ancient trees. Here, in the heart of the wild, the four elements converge—Wind in her delicate wings, Water flowing at her feet, Fire dancing in the glow of fireflies, and Earth anchoring the world in deep-rooted strength.

Rendered in dreamlike strokes, Keeper of the Elements beckons the viewer to step forward, to surrender to the unknown, and to find balance within the forces that shape both nature and the soul.

“Mansion at Sunrise “

Perched atop a rugged cliff, the mansion stands in elegant grandeur, its wrap-around balconies offering a sweeping view of distant islands bathed in the golden glow of dawn. Along its side, a pristine pool mirrors the sky, kissed by cascading waters flowing effortlessly from the balcony above—a seamless blend of luxury and nature’s grace.

Below, laughter drifts through the air as friends and family gather, their silhouettes flickering against the firepit’s warm embrace. On the expansive concrete terrace, movement and joy collide—dancers swaying beneath the watchful glow of fire torches, their steps guided by the rhythm of celebration. Above them, the rising sun ignites the sky and ocean in breathtaking hues, painting the world in shades of renewal, connection, and the timeless beauty of togetherness.

Rendered in rich acrylic tones, Mansion at Sunset is a tribute to life’s simple yet extraordinary moments—where love, laughter, and companionship merge under the boundless horizon, creating memories as enduring as the dawn itself.

Perched atop a rugged cliff, the mansion stands in elegant grandeur, its wrap-around balconies offering a sweeping view of distant islands bathed in the golden glow of dawn. Along its side, a pristine pool mirrors the sky, kissed by cascading waters flowing effortlessly from the balcony above—a seamless blend of luxury and nature’s grace.
Below, laughter drifts through the air as friends and family gather, their silhouettes flickering against the firepit’s warm embrace. On the expansive concrete terrace, movement and joy collide—dancers swaying beneath the watchful glow of fire torches, their steps guided by the rhythm of celebration. Above them, the rising sun ignites the sky and ocean in breathtaking hues, painting the world in shades of renewal, connection, and the timeless beauty of togetherness.
Rendered in rich acrylic tones, Mansion at Sunset is a tribute to life’s simple yet extraordinary moments—where love, laughter, and companionship merge under the boundless horizon, creating memories as enduring as the dawn itself.
Perched atop a mountain at a crossroads, a man sits alone on a weathered bench, his gaze fixed upon the glowing screen in his hand—searching, questioning, yearning for clarity in the digital glow. The road before him winds down the mountain, stretching toward the distant city, an unspoken choice lingering in the space between direction and doubt.
Behind him, unseen yet ever present, an angel stands—one hand resting gently upon his shoulder, an anchor of silent reassurance. Though he may feel adrift, lost in uncertainty, he is not alone. The weight of decision, the gravity of the unknown—it presses against him, yet beside him stands a quiet guardian, a presence offering guidance without demand, light without force.
Rendered in soft yet poignant acrylic strokes, Lost speaks to the universal search for meaning—the crossroads we all encounter, the unseen hands that steady us, and the quiet reminder that even in the darkest moments, we are never truly alone.

“Lost”

Perched atop a mountain at a crossroads, a man sits alone on a weathered bench, his gaze fixed upon the glowing screen in his hand—searching, questioning, yearning for clarity in the digital glow. The road before him winds down the mountain, stretching toward the distant city, an unspoken choice lingering in the space between direction and doubt.

Behind him, unseen yet ever present, an angel stands—one hand resting gently upon his shoulder, an anchor of silent reassurance. Though he may feel adrift, lost in uncertainty, he is not alone. The weight of decision, the gravity of the unknown—it presses against him, yet beside him stands a quiet guardian, a presence offering guidance without demand, light without force.

Rendered in soft yet poignant acrylic strokes, Lost speaks to the universal search for meaning—the crossroads we all encounter, the unseen hands that steady us, and the quiet reminder that even in the darkest moments, we are never truly alone.

“Angel in the Park”

Nestled within the heart of Biloela, the parkland garden stretches in quiet harmony, its lush greenery embracing the striking presence of immense boulders that stand like ancient sentinels. The warm light filters through the trees, casting gentle shadows upon the earth—an unspoken invitation for rest, reflection, and wonder.

But within the serenity, a vision unfolds—angels, unseen yet ever-present, congregating in silent communion around the great stones. Their presence lingers in the air, whispered in the rustling leaves, felt in the stillness between moments. Here, among nature’s quiet embrace, divinity and earth intertwine, offering a place of solace, renewal, and unspoken grace.

With rich acrylic textures and soft, luminous hues, Angels in the Park transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary—a space where heaven and earth meet, where those who pause may sense the unseen, and where beauty stands eternal beneath open skies..

Nestled within the heart of Biloela, the parkland garden stretches in quiet harmony, its lush greenery embracing the striking presence of immense boulders that stand like ancient sentinels. The warm light filters through the trees, casting gentle shadows upon the earth—an unspoken invitation for rest, reflection, and wonder.
But within the serenity, a vision unfolds—angels, unseen yet ever-present, congregating in silent communion around the great stones. Their presence lingers in the air, whispered in the rustling leaves, felt in the stillness between moments. Here, among nature’s quiet embrace, divinity and earth intertwine, offering a place of solace, renewal, and unspoken grace.
With rich acrylic textures and soft, luminous hues, Angels in the Park transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary—a space where heaven and earth meet, where those who pause may sense the unseen, and where beauty stands eternal beneath open skies.
As dawn breaks over Paris, the sky ignites in a symphony of orange, yellow, purple, and blue, casting its radiant glow behind the Eiffel Tower. On a quiet balcony, a table is set for two—a perfect arrangement of steaming coffee, fresh orange juice, and a delightful spread of French pastries at its heart. The peaceful atmosphere, wrapped in sunrise hues, invites the viewer into a moment of serenity, indulgence, and romance, where the beauty of the city merges seamlessly with the pleasure of simple delights.

“Breakfast in Paris”

As dawn breaks over Paris, the sky ignites in a symphony of orange, yellow, purple, and blue, casting its radiant glow behind the Eiffel Tower. On a quiet balcony, a table is set for two—a perfect arrangement of steaming coffee, fresh orange juice, and a delightful spread of French pastries at its heart. The peaceful atmosphere, wrapped in sunrise hues, invites the viewer into a moment of serenity, indulgence, and romance, where the beauty of the city merges seamlessly with the pleasure of simple delights.

“Angel Warriors”

Clad in flowing cloaks of deep blue hues, five warriors stand united, their medieval weapons glinting with the sacred mark of embedded crosses. With relentless force, they tear down the wall, severing the thick steel wire rope that once bound the unseen prisoner within. The remnants of sorcery crumble beneath their hands as radiant light floods the space behind them—a beacon of salvation, a passage to freedom.

In bold surrealist strokes, Angel Warriors embodies the battle between oppression and liberation, a visual testament to the unseen protectors who rise against the forces that seek to confine. The viewer stands on the verge of escape, guided by celestial strength, as the grip of darkness is shattered at last.

Clad in flowing cloaks of deep blue hues, five warriors stand united, their medieval weapons glinting with the sacred mark of embedded crosses. With relentless force, they tear down the wall, severing the thick steel wire rope that once bound the unseen prisoner within. The remnants of sorcery crumble beneath their hands as radiant light floods the space behind them—a beacon of salvation, a passage to freedom.
In bold surrealist strokes, Angel Warriors embodies the battle between oppression and liberation, a visual testament to the unseen protectors who rise against the forces that seek to confine. The viewer stands on the verge of escape, guided by celestial strength, as the grip of darkness is shattered at last.
In the dim glow of obscurity, he lingers—an enigmatic stranger, neither friend nor foe. His piercing gaze follows the viewer, unreadable yet deliberate, as though he knows something unknown, something unspoken. Shadows carve through his expression, masking intention, deepening the unsettling intrigue of his presence.
With rich acrylic contrasts and haunting detail, The Watcher embodies mystery itself—a figure who watches from the edges of existence, waiting, observing, with no clear purpose. Is he a guardian? A lost soul? Or something far more elusive? The answer remains just beyond reach.

“The Watcher”

In the dim glow of obscurity, he lingers—an enigmatic stranger, neither friend nor foe. His piercing gaze follows the viewer, unreadable yet deliberate, as though he knows something unknown, something unspoken. Shadows carve through his expression, masking intention, deepening the unsettling intrigue of his presence.

With rich acrylic contrasts and haunting detail, The Watcher embodies mystery itself—a figure who watches from the edges of existence, waiting, observing, with no clear purpose. Is he a guardian? A lost soul? Or something far more elusive? The answer remains just beyond reach.

“Cheeky Beauty”

A beautiful brunette lifts her jumper to reveal her perfectly shaped voluptuous naked breasts to the sunlight, whilst winking and cheekily poking her tongue out

A beautiful brunette lifts her jumper to reveal her perfectly shaped voluptuous naked breasts to the sunlight, whilst winking and cheekily poking her tongue out
Pleasures is an erotic adaption of angels seeking forbidden pleasures. A naked female angel sits astride satan's face.

“Pleasures”

Pleasures is an erotic adaption of angels seeking forbidden pleasures. A naked female angel sits astride satan’s face.

Read more in my blog Why I created “Pleasures”

“Final Battle”

Locked in a fierce struggle, a cobra and a black mongoose intertwine on the precipice of the Grand Canyon, their forms a chaotic dance of survival and fury. The cobra coils tightly around the mongoose, its fangs bared in venomous defiance, while the mongoose grips the serpent’s head with one hand, poised to deliver a decisive strike with the other. Their snarls and gnarls echo the primal clash of Good versus Evil, a battle as old as time itself.

Behind them, the vast expanse of the Grand Canyon stretches into the horizon, its rugged beauty a stark contrast to the ferocity of the fight. Yet, in their relentless struggle, both creatures remain oblivious to the edge beneath them—a fatal drop that looms as a silent reminder of the cost of unchecked conflict.

Rendered in vivid acrylic strokes, Final Battle is a powerful representation of Yin and Yang, where opposing forces collide in a moment of tension and balance, only to risk losing everything in their pursuit of dominance.

Locked in a fierce struggle, a cobra and a black mongoose intertwine on the precipice of the Grand Canyon, their forms a chaotic dance of survival and fury. The cobra coils tightly around the mongoose, its fangs bared in venomous defiance, while the mongoose grips the serpent’s head with one hand, poised to deliver a decisive strike with the other. Their snarls and gnarls echo the primal clash of Good versus Evil, a battle as old as time itself.
Behind them, the vast expanse of the Grand Canyon stretches into the horizon, its rugged beauty a stark contrast to the ferocity of the fight. Yet, in their relentless struggle, both creatures remain oblivious to the edge beneath them—a fatal drop that looms as a silent reminder of the cost of unchecked conflict.
Rendered in vivid acrylic strokes, Final Battle is a powerful representation of Yin and Yang, where opposing forces collide in a moment of tension and balance, only to risk losing everything in their pursuit of dominance.

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