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 eat
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….?

an art day

first up
a sleep in

not long
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

Butoh Class

I move

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