Growing up in Berowra Waters, the sudden flash of a kingfisher always filled me with wonder, its darting presence a spark of joy and magic against the stillness of the bush.

I chose to paint the kingfisher in an abstract way, capturing not its precise form, but the fleeting movement and shimmer of colour as it cuts across the canvas like a magical being. It is less about the bird itself, and more about the feeling it evokes: freedom, beauty, and a glimmer of the extraordinary in the everyday. This work is both a tribute to my uncle and to the sense of wonder that kingfishers have always brought me.

 Acrylic on timber framed canvas

40 cm x 50 cm