Sunday afternoon

Had this drawing in mind for a while - another girl at the piano. These piano drawings started with my soon to be sister in law inviting me to do some drawing and stitching work for her first album.

But thanks also to that wonderful online drawing community out there - you keep me sane. The shot of my studio was inspired by Paper Crane.

But also I must admit the pressure I am feeling with a solo show I have coming up at Ararat - really having trouble balancing all my responsibilities and meeting creative deadlines. A deep inner trouble....

Loddon River Picnic

Great way to spend a late Saturday afternoon next to a quiet River during the late Summer. We sat right next to some ancient trees and rocks. I heard the river and the wind talking to each other when we went for a walk. The wind flew down and rippled tickly on the surface, I think they have been friends for a long time.

Thanks Jase for organising this special evening at the perfect, but very low, Loddon River. Also a special thanks for the Long Gully crew who pulled up and pumped out Star Fm for us to enjoy while we ate our meal.



This was my treasure find on the way out of the reserve - a special bark necklace.

Last Weeks Warrnambool Trip

At the opening of Come on the Scene, Warrnambool with the very special Carly Preston (in the middle) and the darling Trevor Flinn.

Me in my latest opshop find in Colac - half price day - perfect therapy for calming nerves after a car accident.

Hmmmm - I wonder why I have one hand in my pocket - what am I trying to hide? It seems that I haven't given up hope of pretending that my bottom isn't really that big!



Here are some more special people that I caught up with in Warrnambool for a quick breakfast. Again life arriving to me in my thirties in little snatches of wonder.
This is Kel who I spent many leisurely hours enjoying life while we were meant to be at Uni - what a great time before mobile phones, ipods and the internet thing... In fact we were living in caves around smokey camp fires and scratching our bellies - how did my bottom get so big without a computer for so long in my life?

Slicing, fighting and winning

Did you know that I have three awe inspiring brothers.

One winning bike races



One fighting fires, right now as you read this - prayers and love with you Sammy




The other a programmer and server of yummy things.


However, no matter how brave they are, I do know how to freak them out. Check out these stitches I got in my head on Monday.

A recent collaboration

This little stitched work is a the outcome of a creative afternoon with my son.

Good fun in our cellar studio.

It recently arrived safely as a gift to two special people living in London xxx

I have enjoyed visiting this playful blog this evening.

Come on the Scene

Arrived back today from three lovely days in Warrnambool - very tired.

Working on the install and opening of a project I have been working on for YONKS, called Come on the Scene.

Most works fell into place - aside from a few IT hic ups.

The four hour treck to Warrnambool, from Bendigo, started with a tragic accident - hitting a kangaroo in my hire car - terrible and stressful - in beautiful golden morning sunlight.

Come on the Scene grew out of my producing with Next Wave and in collaboration with a bright man called Jeff Khan. And the five wonderful artists involved - who I hope I have the opportunity to work with again.

The drive for this show was making regional contemporary art present and known. Tired now of all the process - now to let it out there and await response.

I will post my essay for the catalogue and images in the coming days.

Assessories

A girl who always knows what hat for the occasion.

Unfortunately I didn't manage to make an art smock or library bag for Kd and his prep year- I am very good at talking myself out of using a sewing machine. However I did enjoy myself stitching these little beauties up.






Still experiencing the anxious Mum thing with Kd starting school - have I done enough to prepare him? Am I there enough for him before and after school - have I wrecked his life by sending him to creche? Am I communicating in a positive way to him? Mummy guilt.

Hang on some more worrying - is he sitting in the shade to eat his lunch? Has he got friends to eat lunch with? Does he worry and feel anxious at school?

I wish I could go to school for him -

Hetty was wondering why people go to school. I replied to her by saying; We go to school to learn things so that when you are an adult you don't get lost, because you will know about lots of things, and it is easy to get lost when you are an adult.