Susan Margareta Allwood




I always knew who I was, an artist.  How to become a practising one?

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I figured that artists were just ... created and existed apart, as Picasso, Monet and my mother’s favourite Degas. There is a prestigious art school where I grew up, which I would have attended, but my father’s sudden death changed my fate, for a while.

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I always knew I would come to live in Australia, enticed by my Uncle Fred’s annual picturesque diaries, sent from Sydney and Melbourne. I was eager to view Wave Rock and watch the sun bronzed Surf Life Savers in action on Bondi Beach.

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My school grades were saved by my excellence in the artistic fields. My job was set out for me in producing the monthly poster for the Class Concert. The fundraising was usually spent on a gift to cheer up an invalided schoolmate.

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My education embraced art, literature and poetry.  My culture was richly impregnated with Maori language, song and dance and the myths and legends of misty Aotearoa.

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I was a fortunate one.

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Migrating to a strange land I struggled to survive. The graciousness of an Australian Labour Government gave me a rich Art Education at Claremont School of Art, Western Australia.

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Printmaking … etching … some people say I’m mad.  I love the production of the similar in multiples, through an almost magical Alchemist process on zinc and copper.

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The history of printmaking is one of the  dawning of a desire to politicize human thought. To awaken and educate the populace by way of the mass production of images and the written word.

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Once again I am a fortunate one.

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Upon my local journeys, I have gathered ”wild”, native or indigenous plants, from which I have produced a selected collection of intaglio prints.

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