Archive for October, 2007

self-portrait wednesday


One sleep to go, and I’m a little bit nervous.

When preparing all the work it’s easy to imagine that when the day comes it will all be done, and the only thing remaining is to hang it and wait for the opening function.

When hanging it, one imagines that the only thing to do now is relax and wait for the opening.

When waiting for the opening, one becomes tense and edgy instead of relaxed.  This is silly, and one should slap oneself around the head and get over it, but to be truthful I find these kids of things a bit stressful, and I’m not such a good mingler.

I’m not sure what to expect at the opening.  We have invited a fair number of people.  Some will come, some will come to look later, some won’t come at all I suppose.  Loco will either be spilling out onto the street, or there will be a few of us milling around down the back.

It’s a ridiculous emotional contradiction.  I’ll either be thrilled and terrified by the number of people, or anxious and relaxed at the small gathering.  We’ll just have to see how it turns out,  but in the meantime there has been traffic at Loco, Daniel has sold one work before we have even opened, and the response seems to be good so far.

I’m nervous, but bring it on. 🙂


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Daniel in action. 

Remember being a little kid and spinning around so much that you fell on your back with your legs in the air and just watched the sky going around?

That’s how I feel today. 🙂

Daniel and I hung the show for Momentum last night at Loco. It was a bit daunting to arrive with all our work, tools and expectations and see a sea of upturned chairs, a myriad of tables, wall fixtures (unremovable), and posters.

Hmmm – we wondered, what have we gotten ourselves into.

Hanging work in a gallery is a delightful experience. The walls are blank and pristine, there are hanging systems to lift work up or down by millimeters, and to slide a smidge to the left or right. Our venue for Momentum – while screamingly busy with passing traffic and charming because of its little alcoves and slightly industrial feel – isn’t pristine. It isn’t tailor-made for an exhibition. It wasn’t easy.

Not having many nails in walls meant that we needed to bring our own removable hooks and fittings, juggle and shuffle and jump in and bite nails and hope for the best.

Amazingly, it worked well, our work (though quite different), is hopefully complementary, and to have our work up in an evironment like that should make it easier to imagine it in your own home. Fingers crossed their customers will have that feeling anyway.

There’s only 2 sleeps to the opening… 🙂

PS: – Thanks to everyone who said no glass – I really appreciated the feedback.  Very grateful! 

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The fullness of time


Circa 1986

Dancing, imbibing, flirting, discovering, laughing, and laughing, and laughing, building friendships, lives, hopes, memories.

It’s all-consuming, this living thing. Before you know it a year or two, or ten has passed, and you may feel sometimes that there’s not much to show for it, but it’s all there, written in your eyes and on your heart, and if you’ve lived well, and loved well, and done the best you can, it shows.

Last night my very dear friend Rania (above in the red) celebrated her 40th birthday with a great party. It was amazing to see so many faces that were distantly familiar and see where they are now. Lovely to see how we’ve all changed over the years, and to feel relaxed about the company of ‘strangers’.

20+ years ago, Rania was in the constant company of 3 red-heads. My cousin Georgina (in purple), Annette (top middle) and Rania went to school together. I moved over from Tasmania at the end of year 12 and had an instant circle of friends. There was plenty of clubbing, and so much fun. The years have made us all grow in different ways, and I’m certain none of us would have thought this was the shape our lives would be, but for the most part I think we are all happy.


2007 (and it must be said that there was a touch of champagne consumed by this point…)

People refer to the ‘passage of time’ – and it is a passage in many ways. We emerge to take a breath and reflect every so often as we consider our next step, and where our soul needs to go next. I prefer to think of it as a fullness though, another feather in the pillow to make us comfortable in our dotage.

Live it up, and live it well! 😉

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Your opinion…..


I’m wondering, since I will be putting 10 litle works into the exhibition, and I am about to frame them……

Should there be glass or no glass.

The frames I use appeal to me because they are plain, simple and have a lovely compact solid feel about them.  Minimal but not too heavy.

Putting a sheet of glass into them dulls the colour a little and subdues brushstrokes (picture on the left), but adds a layer of protection to the piece.  I suppose it makes them easier to dust.

When I’ve sold these little ones in the past it has been without glass (picture on the right).  It feels a bit more modern to me, but maybe the general impression is that something with glass is a bit more thought out and nicer?

Any opinions?  Which would you rather in a framed piece?

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Gathering momentum


7 Days until opening night.

4 sleeps until we hang the exhibition.

Even though the painting is over, there is still so much to do.  Title cards must be done, works must be collated and sorted, small frames must be purchased.  There are people I’ve been meaning to invite and I still havn’t done that either.  eeek!

Once it’s up and hanging I can forget about it, and just look forward to the opening, but until then, there is that persistent niggling feeling that there is something that I have forgotten that is monumental.

And in the meantime there is a large party to be attended on Saturday night (a dress is still not organised), an opening night for Mt Eliza on Friday night – which I think I just won’t be able to make it to, and invitation to go to an open studio thing in the Nicholas Building in the city – which sounds fascinating (again, pretty sure I can’t do it), the possibility of a trip to Mt Eliza to collect unsold works on Monday, and then the hanging – which is stressful, and fun, and will be challenging in their space.

Plus a migraine buzzing around……… and that I can do without.

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I went to a catholic all-girls school.

When I was about 15, my art teacher suggested to my parents that I might enjoy attending life-drawing classes after school.  I had no idea this meant drawing naked people.

I suppose my parents knew what I was in for, but it was a source of most incredible embarassment to find myself amongst strangers, paper and charcoal in hand and to meet the lovely model, who promtly disrobed.


I had no idea where to look, and there was the expectation that sketching would begin immediately.   We were instructed to break down the figure into positive and negative spaces, to look for lines that would give a suggestion of the figure as a whole, not get caught up on the detail.  I remember being in complete shock that my Catholic teacher would suggest this was a wholesome activity for a young schoolgirl, and how was I going to look anyone in the face again, having been in the company of a naked lady.  Surely everyone would be able to tell.  Surely my parents would ground me for this when they found out what I was doing.

I drew feverishly to distract myself from the strangeness of the situation.  The classes continued constantly throughout the rest of my schooling.  I have continued them sporadically over the years, and I am certain that the initial mystery, shock and tuition is responsible for my fascination with the human form on canvas today.

When I look at you (I can’t help it), I will be breaking your face down into shapes and lines, studying the curl of your eyebrow, the fold of your ear, how your shirt meets your neck, the spaces between your teeth.  I am certain this must be disconcerting to some people, seeing my eyes dart around their faces, and I sometimes worry that it may be misinterpreted as interest of a different sort.

So please excuse my wandering eye, old habits die hard, and we are such a fascinating bunch arn’t we. 🙂

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Mt Eliza Art Show


This morning Daniel and I drove to Mt Eliza to drop off works for the Mt Eliza Art Show.

It’s always a bit nerve-wracking delivering works, but it was good to see what had been dropped off earlier, and see new works arriving. It’s usually an interesting show, and there certainly seemed to be some interesting stuff there.

I have the 4 works above. A bit of a mix, which can be a positive or a negative. Hopefully it will work for me at this venue.

If you feel like a drive – go see. It should be a great show.

This (by David Shrigley) made me laugh today.

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