Vale Eden Waugh

'Waiting For Her To Call' Eden Waugh
‘Waiting For Her To Call’ Eden Waugh


Seven years ago I wrote a short post here on my site about the work of Eden Waugh. Today and yesterday it has attracted a lot of attention, sadly due to the release of Eden’s name as the victim of a murder early last month. Between the news story and my post there’s not much else out there about him.

I never met Eden. In fact, until I saw the pictures in the news story I didn’t even know what he looked like. But the painting of his I bought all those years back – Waiting For Her To Call – is a big part of my life. It hangs in the entryway to my home, and everyone who visits for the first time is stopped in their tracks. They all want to know more, to see more. We talk about how it is reminiscent of Freud, of Lautrec, or Whiteley; countless other masters. It’s all colour and darkness. Languid, but vibrating with tension, unsettling, beguiling. So far as I can tell, this is true of all his work.

Last year, Eden sent me a message, out of the blue. He had only just seen the post I’d made about his work, and that I had purchased a painting from his Craft ACT exhibition. He said if he’d know how much I liked the work he’d have given it to me for free. He said ‘Sometimes I wonder what the f**k I’m doing this all for. Reading your description reminds me why.’

I’m devastated that I don’t recall if I replied. I can’t find a record of doing so. I hope that I did. I hope I told him that the painting has given me seven years of joy and I love it more every day. I hope I told him to keep going.

Since that note, and especially now, I think about Eden when I look at the work. Paintings are so imbued with their makers that it would be impossible not to. Every brushstroke, every edge of colour, you can feel the artist’s hand, feel the crackle of neurons firing.

It’s not my place to speculate about Eden’s life, but I feel it is important to acknowledge that he was an incredible artist who, for whatever tangle of reasons, stayed just below the surface of recognition and profile. I know there are a great many of his artworks out there, and I’m sure they bring bliss and intrigue wherever they are found. That is more than most of us will ever hope to be able say, when we’re gone.



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  1. Thank you for writing those lovely words, it says it all. I did my first year at Canberra School of Art in painting core studies and art theory with Eden 5 days a week and I was devastated and very very sad to hear of his passing. He was an amazing artist and a gorgeous young man. I have a lovely portrait drawing of Sarah Murphy I bought from him when we drew each other in class and I will treasure it forever. May he rest in peace. Julie Spencer


  2. Hi Yolande
    Thank you for writing this lovely piece about Eden. Eden was a friend of mine. He loved his art and he loved painting and playing guitar, both of which he was very talented at. Eden was a man-child and he loved his drugs (as so many great artists do) but he was a gentle soul and it was so unexpected that he died in such violent circumstances. I am glad to hear that his art has given you and your friends such pleasure.


  3. Hi Yolande, Rachel Bowak here. I’ve just found out that Eden had been killed. He was one of our exeptional students in Visual Art at CIT. I am very saddened as he was a gifted and highly insightful being. Eden gave me a self portrait and I would like to pass it on to his parents. I will also search for any images we have of his work from CIT. There may be an exhibition for him, hope to stay in touch with you about this.


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