Review by : Susi Johnston (M.A. Art History) Author/Writer
Davina Stephens
This side of paradise
We were reminded that the word “paradise” comes from Arabic, signifying the desert oasis dream garden, dripping with flowers and fruit and fountains within its high walls. But what paradise are we in here? How high are its walls? Davina, like all of us, has been stricken deeply, stricken almost dumb during recent months, by the dramatic twists and turns of our times, and the sense of darkness threatening, of demons unleashed, of long overlooked fatal flaws in our awareness, now cracking open and ripping worlds apart.
This moment, also contains the potential for transformation. With Bali’s glimmering sparks of magic now so obviously threatened, we suddenly see things as they are, with a jolt. We feel like dreamers shaken awake, still woozy, into the Real World, more aware than ever of how beautiful was the dream, and how indelible it remains even after waking. Was the dream in fact more real than waking is?
That dream is precious to us all, and it continues to exist, in truth, verifiably, and we all cherish it, and treasure its lingering scent more than we ever treasured the dream while we dreamt it. That dream is our shared Bali. And Davina knows it organically in every cell of her body. It’s not a Bali that everyone knew, or knows or will ever know. I suppose you really have to eat the lotuses.


Davina s recent works seem at first glance, pastel confections with an immediate charm, and this is the point where some people stopped, after a mere glance, and uttered the pejorative term, “decorative.” Yes, these works on superficial examination are undeniably pretty. But no, they are not merely “pretty.”
Jukung Pekelem 130 x 300cm  2008   Acrylic Charcoal and woodcut print collage on canvas

For one to overlook the darkness, the threat, the blood and viscera and complexity and conflict in these paintings is as foolish as we have all been for so long, blithely sidestepping the elephant in the room, the hidden horrors lurking behind the veil of prosperity, the viscera and blood beneath the shimmering surface of “paradise.” Of any paradise.

In this most recent oeuvre we see a lot of airplanes, and images of traditional “naive” Bali waifs beckoning to them or contemplating them. Obvious phallic symbolism of the planes, which is undeniable. Davina has never been prudish or repressed, we all know that. Of course the airplanes are phallic, but that’s no secret, nor is it a significant revelation.
The other obvious interpretation for the airplanes is the invasion, the penetration, of the mechanised modern metal world into a softer and more gentle one. The frisson of constant contact between the “last paradise” version of Bali and the brutally brash “outside world” is thematic on this island, almost everywhere you look or listen or think, and it has been for at least a century. Still no satisfactory stance or solution has yet arisen, so perhaps there is none. The frisson continues, but now it’s scratching deep, even ripping through the surface of our flesh.
This side of paradise acrylic woodcut 100 x 140cm collage on canvas 2008

And it’s not just about ships and cars and buses and jetliners and garbage on a collision course with an idealised island culture. We can clearly see a depiction of the power and fragility of the Feminine: Dewi Sri the fertility goddess, ripped-open canvas sewn up like a barrier, sensuous curving lines of topless Balinese nymphs, then flowers, shells, and traditional women’s coiffures morphing into splatters of blood. And we see the dynamic thrust and irresistible fascination of the Masculine: the airplanes, the vehicles, industry, machines rushing forward, metal and more. What’s going on here is complex, subtle and challenging.

And like the truth usually is, it is something that can be conveniently overlooked. What a subversive and beguiling creature this divine Davina is, and one who deserves, yet never demands, our admiration.
On later interpretation one notices that the airplanes and ships and traffic in Davina’s paintings appear as ghosts, as illusions, or mere allusions, as “not seen.” likened to a certain moment in history when great ships arrived on the shores inhabited by people who had never seen or imagined something like a ship, and they did not “see” the ships at all.Thinking they were the gods. As we cannot “see” the unimaginable.

The “real” Balinese people in these images evidently do not “see” the planes and ships and impending collisions of elements. And we have not “seen” the impending collisions that were about to occur in our world, and now have begun to occur. We could not “see” the unimaginable, even when it was right in front of our faces, any more than those historic island people could “see” the foreign ships arriving. “Now, imagine what we are not ’seeing’ at this very moment. What are the invisible airplanes about to land and disgorge something uncontrollable in our lives right now? What are the bleeding elephants in the room?”. “Invisible airplanes” are the UFOs around us, that we’re not “seeing,” and cited the Disclosure Project whereby governments are releasing their UFO reports to the public, possibly.But I think we may have other invisible airplanes to learn to see, before they crash down onto our villas and hotels and golf courses and beaches. And these ones are not aircraft of any kind, identified, identifiable or otherwise.
Later that night. I went to bed and had an airplane crash dream. I hadn’t thought much about Davina’s paintings before the dream, and then all of the thoughts you have just read here lurched into the light. The dream was the most vivid airplane crash dream I have had yet. Without warning the plane suddenly pitched forward and down, twisting, and everyone began to panic.
I consciously stayed calm and had what I can only describe as a Peter Weir “Fearless” moment. Remember that movie? With Jeff Bridges as Max the architect who cannot be killed.
Jimbaran Bay Charcoal Ink acrylic on rice paper

I gazed at Davina’s “Jimbaran Bay Today”, where the waters run blood red, conjuring up memories of the suicide bombs on Jimbaran Beach a few years back. In this particular picture, the fading ghosts of Bali’s spirits, of the Bhatara-Bhatari overlay the whole picture, and dominate the sky, while the airplane is drawn stiffly and still, like a mere sketch of an irrelevant illusion. The hurly burly of the airport, the folderol of touristic frenzy, the surfing and the general busy-ness of such things happen at the centre of the picture, in a sea of blood. And the view point from which the artist considers this busy and bloody business of paradise, is the Four Seasons Resort Jimbaran. It is the viewpoint from the Ganesha Gallery terrace where we toasted Davina’s latest efforts to enchant and disturb us, to liberate us from the lotus stupor that both enchants and imprisons us.
The charmed sunset linger’d low adown
In the red West: thro’ mountain clefts the dale
Was seen far inland, and the yellow down
Border’d with palm, and many a winding vale
And meadow, set with slender galingale;
A land where all things always seem’d the same!
And round about the keel with faces pale,
Dark faces pale against that rosy flame,
The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came.
Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind,
In the hollow Lotus-land to live and lie reclined
On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
From Alfred Lord Tennyson’s The Lotus Eaters

Living Archipelago – current

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Houses and settlements always show themselves as useful means of encoding information. About the people who dwell in them,the social structure of a society and it expresses the relationship between the house and the nature of the world it is in.
In Indonesia it’s not just a shelter but a social,symbolic place.
That’s why I am fascinated by the varieties of structures. Indonesia is a huge diverse archipelago. It is one that can not be forgotten either,in this fast changing world.
It is my need to capture the beauty of these traditions which form the subject matter of my recent paintings,which I come to learn about the social worlds and their creators.
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Also interesting is the study of the styles of architecture which have developed in the communities and spread to other islands. And how very few parts of South East Asia,buildings are set on the ground,though the more we move east it seems to fade out in Polynesia.
About space and the shaping,how the symbolic opposition between ‘male ‘ and ‘female’,which is aligned. Compared with the contrast of another village layout where the men’s ritual house is in the centre,and the periphery is the gardens and women’s menstruation huts.
Mythology dictates these structures and the integrations of body space with cosmic space.

Once destroyed,these traditions can never be re-created,that is why I need to capture their living beauty and create a memory so that it may live on in my work.

Living Archipelago detail 1Living Archipelago detail 2Living Archipelago 290 x 150cm

6. Pulling off the paper after rubbing

Inside Davinas studio – Technique – Monoprints

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Woodcut 5

These are Monoprints that I was inspired to create for Alila Villas Soori.

In the process, I had to be mindful and work with a dextrous hand.

Creating the colored background washes takes courage and timing as the material ,rice paper is extremely delicate it either peaks or breaks.

The inking and printing process must  be well thought out and the application of ink must be constant.

I was very happy with the results, and think I managed to kept it under control. A refreshing and fulfilling practice for focus and concentration.


1. before printing registration 2. Registering the edges 3. Applying the ink to the woodcut 4. Rolling out the paper onto the inked blocks of wood 5. Rubbing the paper with a Barren  to pick up the inked impression 6. Pulling off the paper after rubbing 7. Adhering the print to the canvas 8. In Davinas Print studio Tiger spine woodcut 9. Davinas Print Studio Davinas print studio1



Born 24th August 1968

Wellington, New Zealand

Based in Indonesia




Woodstock international school – Uttarakhand – India 1984 – 87


Fashion institute of Technology – New York – U.S.A.

Associates Degree in Textile Design 1987- 90



Selected Solo Exhibitions


2011   Ganesha Gallery “From Bali with Love” – Bali Indonesia

2010   Sangolda  “Floating Map” – Goa  India

2009   Thavibu Gallery “Floating Map” – Bangkok Thailand

2008   Warisan Gallery  “Archipelgo” – Bali  Indonesia

2008   Ganesha Gallery  “This side of paradise”  – Bali Indonesia

2007   Sangolda   “Paradise Now” – Goa India

2007   Michael Nagy Gallery “Days of future Passed” – Sydney Australia

2007   Ganesha Gallery  “Days of future Passed”  – Bali Indonesia

2006  Galerie Indoasia  “Free Transport”   – Sao Paolo Brazil

2005   Ganesha Gallery “Free Transport”   -Bali  Indonesia

2004   Jengalla Gallery “This is Baliwood” – Bali Indonesia

2003   Studio Assra  “Ganpati on Speed”- Goa  India

2001   Studio Assra  “National Highway -NH-17” – Goa India

2001   Vis-a-vis Gallery “National Highway-NH-17” -Delhi  India

1998   Ganesha Gallery “Manifold Changes” – Bali  Indonesia

1998   Galerie Mostini “ 3D Carved Frame Paintings –  Paris France

1998   Galerie Du Rayon Vert “It’s all her fault” – Wiimereux France

1996   Seniwati Gallery “Tribes on the Move” –  Bali Indonesia

1994   L’otel Galerie -Sydney  Australia

1992   Gucchaka Gallery “One Way” – Bali Indonesia

1992   Strand Gallery “Shades of Bali” – Bali  Indonesia


Selected Group Shows


2012   Broadford Studios Show – Idaho –  U.S.A.

2007   Fontanihas Heritage Festival of the Arts –  Panjim Goa India

2005   Vas Felix Estate Gallery – Perth W.A.  Australia

2005   Bali Biennale 2005 “Space and Scape” – Bali Indonesia

2004 Fontainhas Heritage Festival of the Arts – Panjim Goa India

2002   Fontainhas Heritage Festival of the Arts – Panjim  Goa India

1999   Ganesha Gallery -Bali Indonesia

1997   Mullumbimby Art Gallery – N.S.W Australia

1996   Galerie Du Rayon Vert – Wimereux   France

1995   The Bank Gallery – Sydney Australia

1995   Gallery 1 A – Sydney  Australia

1994   Galerie Du Rayon Vert – Wimereux   France