12/04/2026
I didn’t expect a dusty old painting to hit me like this…🥹
When I was a teenager, I was chosen (along with other Wairarapa students) to create artwork for the new Masterton Hospital.
I poured everything into that piece.
It was inspired by surrealism, fragments, layers, meaning within meaning. The new hospital building, the Tararua ranges, old nurses, specific flowers.
It hung there for years… until one day it didn’t.
Fast forward and my dad ends up in hospital and notices it’s gone.
And in true Boomer Dad fashion… he refuses to let it go 😂
After some very persistent harrasment of the staff (he’d call it ‘investigating’), they found it.
Tucked away in storage. Forgotten.
I finally opened it again recently… and it honestly stopped me. Not just because of the art…But because it reminded me where I started.
👩🌾 The small-town girl.
🎨 The early creativity.
💚 The roots that shaped everything I create now.
It’s so easy to move forward and forget those pieces of you.
But they matter more than you think.
A little reminder to stay connected to your roots 💛
How do you think it aged? Let me know in the comments