
shifting, is it gone? Is it arriving? Sometimes I hold my breath, but is the air holding its breath? As I painted “After the Bird has Flown”, balance seemed to be within reach. Like an egg, shit is fragile! As layers build, somewhere in the background that old song echos repeatedly “War, war is spid…” and the earth continues to spin, nothing is certa
in, most of us hopeful as the surface stirs.
Studio Visit by Appointment
Becker Minty
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https://www.beckerminty.com/art/by-artist/harold-david/
Sydney and Hobart
Wentworth Galleries
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https://www.wentworthgalleries.com.au/artist/harold-david
Manyung Gallery
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https://manyunggallery.com.au/artist/1896-harold-david
Mornington, Victoria
https://www.instagram.com/beckerminty/
https://www.beckerminty.com/art/by-artist/harold-david/
Sydney and Hobart
Wentworth Galleries
https://www.instagram.com/wentworth_galleries/
https://www.wentworthgalleries.com.au/artist/harold-david
Manyung Gallery
https://www.instagram.com/manyunggallery/
https://manyunggallery.com.au/artist/1896-harold-david
Mornington, Victoria