Archive for January, 2009

Too much


Day 4 of this. And we’ve all had enough.


This is the closest we come to air-conditioning in our house.  We are fortunate to be in a big old triple-brick house so, apart from a couple of days in a normal year we just don’t need it.  Besides I think they are ugly and expensive and not good for the environment.

But we are going slightly, ever-so slightly mad.  Snapping, and grumpy and sleepless and panicked about yet another day of this, and the temperature inside the house is now 30 degrees.



And a mate told me yesterday that possums are dropping dead out of the trees where she is.

Oh crikey.

Too hot to be outside.  Too hot to cook.  Too hot to eat anything but icy-poles.  Too frustrated the kids are.  Too sleepless am I.  Too much.  Too much. Too much.

The plants are wilting.  The trees are sighing.  We have had (apparently) over 25 days with no rain.  And there’s only so much you can do with a bucket…  Tell me there’s a cool change coming soon…


On the happy side Look where we ended up.  Matteo is very excited. 🙂


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Life patterns


Things  have been crazy around here.

In the loveliest way.

And I have come to appreciate moments of calm in the revelry and notice how patterned we have become in our activities.


Spirals of frenzied playing, dancing, singing.  Playfights and kiss-chasey.


Gentle pockets of drawing, reading, cloud-watching. Never quiet – just momentarily still.


Space while they sleep in the evenings, and then it begins again.

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So I’m probaby the last person to get on this bandwagon but oooh.


and oooh.


Nothing quite like a ham sandwich made from ham you have baked in the oven yourself between thick chunks of bread you made that morning from this recipe (thanks Sas, you’ve changed my life).

Jim Leahey’s ‘no knead’ bread recipe is just that.  So easy and fast, and bloody marvellous.  I wish the loaf wasn’t so small.  It wil be gone in a day at our house, but I guess that’s OK, because it’s no trouble to make another loaf the next day.

Gotta love that.

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Guess how many photos I have stored?

Stored, that is.  Not waiting to be sifted.  I mean stored – that I’m happy with.  That I would be very sad if I lost.

That are important for sentimental, composition or exploratory reasons…..


I reckon that’s excessive, but I can’t seem to get it down to a smaller number.  It grows daily, weekly, monthly.  I surprise myself by skipping back through them, and one day I will have to sift them off and keep them somewhere safe.  The only problem with this is how to keep track of what is on the disks.

So I’m wondering, what do you do with your photos?  How do you keep track of them.  Anyone got any hints for me?

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Sewing has become for me, an entirely different activity than it was 20 years ago.

20 years ago I sewed because I had no money.  Because I couldn’t find anything cool.  And because I could invent something original and wear it to the club that night.

These days I sew because I don’t have enough money to buy the things that make my heart sing.  Because I get sick of the utilitarian every day things that most of us wear.  And because I adore the process of exploring drape and fold and layer and subtle (or not so) embellishment that can transform a piece of fabric into something completely unique.

I have a wedding to go to in a few weeks.  And I have been turning my head inside out and sideways trying to imagine something to wear.  Not because I don’t have anything to cover myself, or because I need to stand out and be special, but just because I can.  And I want to make something, and I enjoy the process.

A pattern was bought, which will not be made.

A dress was imagined, which will not be made.

A skirt was bought to embellish.  And now I begin the process again of imagining what goes on top, and all the possibilities that involves, and drape and twist and colour.

Of course the imagining is so much more fun than the construction.

And so we begin again…

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In less than 2 weeks the kids will be back at school/kinder.

It has been a wonderful, wonderful holiday in so many ways – great for us as a little unit.  The kids have sprouted like sunflowers and we have been pottering and adventuring.  Exploring and expanding.

And I have been rusting.

In the most delicious, but dangerous way.

Lack of time in the studio has resulted in sporadic working (painting), which would be fine if I didn’t have a show coming up in the first half of the year.  Lack of time has resulted in very limited head-space to plan, sketch and work out ideas before I get to the brushes, which has resulted in more than a few wasted sessions, and a bit of frustration on my part.

I am, work-wise, in limbo and feeling a little nervous and edgy.

The need to just get in and muck about hovers constantly.  The need to be quiet and responsive is mandatory.  The need to have just more than a little me-time is lacking.  Hence the rust.


Creaky mind, creaky shoulders, creaky fingers and imagination.

Warm heart, big smiles, happy memories, full arms.

Rust changes, embellishes, shows previously unimagined depths, and weaknesses.  Rust is beautiful and dangerous and needs to be managed.

And in 2 weeks time I’ll be missing them like crazy and saying it is far too quiet…..

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Linden 2009

Dropping off works for the Linden Postcard show this morning.  This is the 3rd year I’ve been in Linden.  I love it.  I love the diversity, the fact that it’s completely open and egalitarian, and I love to see it fully hung – all walls plastered with works from floor to ceiling.  The biggest french hang of all with a size limit of 30cm sq (or under). It opens on 7th Feb and runs for about a month.  So worth a look if you can get there.

Here are my works.


While I was sleeping, oil on board, 2009


Mary-Janes, oil on board, 2008


Early morning, oil on board, 2008.

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