This exhibition of artwork from Inga Street, draws inspiration from nature, with a special focus on water and trees.
Reflecting on Christchurch’s unique position between two rivers, this exciting collection explores the movement of water and its deep interconnections—linking everything from the moisture in the air to the water within us, from drifting clouds to the vast sea. A universal language of renewal, flow, strength, and softness.
Inga won the Managers Choice in the 2024 Open Art Exhibition. Artwork is for sale.
Image: Quiet Reflection by Inga Street
Inga Street
Inga Street is an artist who grew up in the New Forest and now lives in Poole. She studied Fine Art at Central Saint Martins in London, where she explored different ways of creating art, such as sculpture, photography and printmaking, although painting is her favourite form of expression.
Inga’s paintings are a mix of real and magical. She is fascinated by the way we see the world and the things beyond our vision. She finds inspiration in nature, looking at reflections in water, twisting branches, and the hidden layers of the world around us. Through her art, she invites us to look closer and discover something new in our perception of the world. She works in oils, acrylics and watercolour, enjoying the visceral quality of paint, that connect somehow with feelings and emotions.
She has exhibited both in the UK and internationally and her work is held in private collections at home and abroad.
“In my work, I explore the questions “Who am I?” and “What is real?” Our identity as people is constantly shifting. I feel that in examining the layers of perceived reality, I will uncover something more solid—something that pervades everything.
I seek what lies beneath and behind, searching for hidden truths at the edge of perception. Like Alice stepping through the looking glass, I peer into mirrors and shadows, drawn to the way a pond reveals glimpses of what lies beneath, while reflecting the world above. The surface becomes a collision of three realities—the submerged depths, the sky and branches above, and the tangled detritus floating in between. Similarly, the intricate web of branches reminds me of an unraveling tapestry, exposing the threshold between inner and outer worlds. These layers—like skin peeling away—suggest something beyond, yet remain as elusive as smoke”.
