The conversation turned to my art, and if art was my purpose in this life. At that very moment – a Black Cockatoo screeched over the top of me and perched itself in a low hanging branch of a tree only a few metres from where I sat.

This is the first and only Black Cockatoo I have ever seen in the wild since moving to the South Coast – interesting because my town “Nowra” is the Aboriginal word for Black Cockatoo.

Call it a sign? I don’t know but I sure felt compelled to paint one after that magical experience

Chester took me way longer to paint than I’d care to admit, but I put my heart and soul into him and he means more to me than just paint on a canvas.