​WENDY CHENOWETH

Do we all dream of flying?

Wendy's second solo exhibition was held at
Percolator Gallery 
2012
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AND ALL MY DAYS ARE TRANCES  oil on canvas  2012  100 x 80cm  SOLD
DONALD TAKES OUT THE RUBBISH  oil on canvas 120 x 100cm  2012  SOLD
WE ARE THE BOAT oil on canvas 80 x 60cm 2012  SOLD
I LOVE THEE  oil on canvas  120 x 100cm  2012  SOLD
BETTY'S DAY OFF  oil on canvas 120 x 100cm  2012  SOLD
DO WE ALL DREAM OF FLYING?  oil on canvas 150 x 120cm  2012  SOLD
DRIFT  oil on canvas 120 x 100cm  2016  AVAILABLE
WATCHING DOG   oil on canvas 120 X 100cm  2012  SOLD
CONQUERING HERO  oil on canvas   80 x 60  2012  SOLD
KING OF THE MOUNTAIN
Oil on canvas 2012
60 X 80CM
SOLD
THE SIMPLE LIFE  oil on canvas  120 x 100cm   2012  SOLD
DUGALD'S DAY OUT  oil on canvas  80 x 60cm   SOLD
DREAMS FLOAT oil on canvas 2012 100 x 80cm
THE BLESSING
Oil on canvas 2012
100 X 120CM
SOLD
THE DOUBLE LIFE
Oil on canvas 2012
100 X 80CM
SOLD
"My art is all about connection ... finding those emotions and experiences we have in common and gently reminding my viewers of their humanity, their vulnerability, their strengths and their bonds.    
I want to explore those things that bind us together."
Wendy
How very simple life would be
If only there were two of me
A restless me to drift and roam
A quiet me to stay at home.
A searching one to find his fill
Of varied skies and newfound thrill
While sane and homely things are done
By the domestic other one.
With puttering and garden things
And dreaming while a cricket sings
And all the while the Restless One
Insists on more exciting fun,
It wants to go with every tide
No matter where ... just for the ride
Like yowling cats the two selves 
brawl
Until I have no peace at all

Don Blanding 
Now all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye 
Glances,
And where thy footstep gleams - 
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams

Edgar Allan Poe.
As they left his hands,
those things once
important to him became
almost unrecognisable.
We are the boat
We are the sea
I sail in you
And you sail in me.
L Wyatt
I love thee - I love thee
Tis all that I can say;
Tis my dreaming in the night,
My vision by the day:
The very echo of my heart,
The blessing when I pray
I love thee - I love thee!
Is all that I can say.
Thomas Hood
WATCHING DOG   oil on canvas  120 x 100cm   SOLD