ORIGINAL: I close my eyes and pretend I’m eating breakfast in Paris and wonder, perplexed, how women run fast, non-stop, keeping the capitalist treadmill afloat

$900.00

Full Title: I close my eyes and pretend I’m eating breakfast in Paris and wonder, perplexed, how women run fast, non-stop, keeping the capitalist treadmill afloat, yet as soon as they need help from the big men running it, the computer says no.

Acrylic on canvas

71cm x 55.5cm

Exhibited at He Waka Tuia in Invercargill, May 2026

Postage / collection will be calculated upon purchase. You can also get in touch for a quote.

The inspiration for this one came after I was diagnosed with adenomyosis and later resulted in having to have my fallopian tubes removed. I noticed a flaw in the insurance company who denied my claim to have the surgery that would stop the constant haemorrhaging of blood I’d had for a year caused by something you get after having children. Because I went to the doctor to complain of what I believed to be simply heavy periods and was prescribed a band aid of trantranexamic acid a year before, apparently this newly diagnosed pain was considered a pre-existing condition so the computer said no. It had me thinking about if women took a week off from everything they do to keep this world spinning, including having children, the world would be fucked. Yet when we need, really need, help - the systems that are designed to ‘help’ us are proven to merely keep us restrained so that we have no choice but to carry on spinning the world’s plates.

Full Title: I close my eyes and pretend I’m eating breakfast in Paris and wonder, perplexed, how women run fast, non-stop, keeping the capitalist treadmill afloat, yet as soon as they need help from the big men running it, the computer says no.

Acrylic on canvas

71cm x 55.5cm

Exhibited at He Waka Tuia in Invercargill, May 2026

Postage / collection will be calculated upon purchase. You can also get in touch for a quote.

The inspiration for this one came after I was diagnosed with adenomyosis and later resulted in having to have my fallopian tubes removed. I noticed a flaw in the insurance company who denied my claim to have the surgery that would stop the constant haemorrhaging of blood I’d had for a year caused by something you get after having children. Because I went to the doctor to complain of what I believed to be simply heavy periods and was prescribed a band aid of trantranexamic acid a year before, apparently this newly diagnosed pain was considered a pre-existing condition so the computer said no. It had me thinking about if women took a week off from everything they do to keep this world spinning, including having children, the world would be fucked. Yet when we need, really need, help - the systems that are designed to ‘help’ us are proven to merely keep us restrained so that we have no choice but to carry on spinning the world’s plates.

 

The reproduction of all original pieces are limited to 15 per size.

Each order is printed on demand on Enhanced Matte – 230gsm Smooth Matte paper. All prints are hand signed.

A5 - $40 14.8 x 21.0 cm / 5.8 x 8.3 inch 

A4 - $80 21 x 29.7 cm / 11.7 x 8.3 inch

A3 - $120 29.7 x 42.0 cm / 16.5 x 11.7  inch