What you can’t see here is the shear pleasure and relief it was to get to my studio.
I have found my routine….
i drink coffee
then put on Adelita loudly in my earphones and
work comes and plays and takes me on journeys
This ‘White Rose”
was after the caffeine had worn off
and the iPod was changed to shuffleand i had finished frantically glueing and rubbing images to tin
and found a softer more peaceful place.
Somehow it reminds me of a wedding,
maybe its the white
and the rose
another thing you can’t see is that i surrender to the fine Japanese paper with the gold
and silver fleck, and that it sits ever so just beneath a layer.
It so beautiful and fragile and yet i can tear at it and scrunch it and it doesn’t mind.
It’s almost cliché in its presence
so that until to-day i have avoided it,
but i think it’s here to stay and more will sneak its way into these collages….
Are these collages….?
a sleep in
just a few pushes of the sleep button
after some admin
A shared practice in the dance studio
Lots of clown and delightful play
to the other studio
via lunch and a quick visit to a new cafe for a take away coffee
At the studio
Playing with paper
finishing a work
excitement about potential
To top off a perfect day
A New Orleans styled band playing outside the cemetery
music filling the delightful Melbourne summers evening.
Old friends met and caught up with……..
A long walk there and back……..
tomorrow not so perfect….
lantern papering at one end of town starting at 8am
then 1 1/2 hrs to the north via the ring road
another arts workshop…
It could be worse…it just wont be today
to the instructions
of my teacher.
We connect heaven and earth
my center feels strong and engaged
I notice the different textures she asks us to move through
and i see the parallel between my current practice of tearing and layering paper
and this dance
And possibilities unfold in front of me
and a thread understanding of what I am creating
to remember to
A lantern parade begins to take shape
Friday we cut the cane and prepared the candles, today I twist the “ballerina” for the top, for the carry stick to hang from.
Tomorrow the schools workshops begin
3 lantern makers
Waterways are the arteries of a mountain;
Grass and trees its hair;
Mist and haze its complexion…
Stones are the bones of heaven and earth…
Water is the blood…
(Guo Xi cited in Mountains and Streams 2006)
yesterday doubt snuck in when i wasnt looking
and turned off the power
I ran in circles
bumping into walls
untill it hurt
so i sat still
in the dark
…when i opened my eyes
doubt had left
and a new landscape was revealed