I don’t know how long it has been since my last blog….eons I think. I just kind of abandoned this place and truth be told I am still to scared to read over old posts. It has fragments of my old life…..of a now two year gone marriage….of depression….of little photo tours of a small […]
The Life Model and the Bar This piece was begun in a life drawing class, hosted in an artshop in Benalla. The owner of the artshop was a gorgeous, effervescent, bohemian woman. She dripped flare and sensuous confidence. There had been a male model organised to join the other two women posing but he’d reneged […]
I wrote this piece 5yrs ago, and whilst the artist hasn’t changed her slap dashed typo and run ways, she certainly survives… THE CHURN I am endlessly twitching art into tight spaces- it copes- it survives and in some ever learning and growing way thrives in the dark damp tight places. Like moss and butcher […]
A flood churns, rips, overwhelms. Under the pulse of a false tide, one that froths at the edges. A drunk man churns, rips, threatens. Under the pulse of a false tide, one that froths at the edges. It, smothers life’s detail making the world invisible. He, smothers his wife’s detail to make her fear visible.
I have been reticent to discuss “The Meanings” in my works… Often the works are fluid, stream of conscious pieces, responding to mood and tugging at only the edge of meaning… Sometimes they are as ambiguous as can be to allow the viewer to bring their subjectivity to the fore Sometimes… I just drew…colours and […]
Life was busy Life still is, but now…this week I seem to be coping. I have learnt to not stretch my expectations of coping beyond a week and that even that can be a long stretch I have had hospital visits, doctors and medicines and psychiatrists and diagnosis and confusion and Ups and downs and […]
So I am quite obviously not here as often as I was…. I’d apologise but I am not really sorry. The energy I put here is now directed at Twitter It’s immediacy, instantaneous and ability to connect directly with people has served my better then any other web platform. With three kids and some rather changed […]
This is my story, my little one amongst the many. It is not unique because every mother carries her own tale, and this is just mine. I wear the scars of my children. I realised this five days ago as I lay mostly immobile, and fitted with tubes, stroking the hair of Samson […]