yes back finally,
after a busy few weeks.
Life has been so full that there has
been no room to blog.
It is hard to find a balance in life sometimes.
The selfish artist side of me
longs to be a hermit in the studio,
quietly making art and listening to music and
feeling frustrated by any interruptions
from the outside world.
Fortunately I do have a less selfish
mother/ grand mother/ sister/ daughter in-law/
sister in-law/ aunt/ friend etc
side to my personality.
That side is always delighted to be
dragged away from my hermit hole
to be part of the rich tapestry of
an interesting family and social life.
When I manage to accept both sides
of myself I do find that delicate balance and
then my life hums. I would even go as far
as saying it sings exultantly.
I wish I could get it right all the time.
So here is a little photo log
(as a picture says a thousand words)
and it would take a lot of words to tell you
what I have been up to over the past
few weeks since my last blog post.
Firstly as always there has been my
weekly visits to my dear son who
lives in hospital.
When I visit him I feel very much
appreciated and the sadness that surrounds
me as a mother looking at her son, who had
shown such intellectual and creative
potential as a teenager, is softened and I
appreciate him as he is now and the depth
he has added to my life.
It is good for us as humans to understand
the frailties of life.
So we all continue to struggle to make
the best of this difficult illness.
He puts life into perspective for me.
He has opened my mind and my heart
to the world of people who live their lives
with the difficulties of mental health.
Every moment of every day I am thankful
to be relatively healthy in body and mind.
He loves our catch ups and always looks
forward to hearing family news.
A brief change of environment and company
does him the world of good.
But, I often need a good dose of
J.S.Bach, art/ clay and garden
to regain my happy-sad balance
after visiting him though.
a little shake out
The first new chick of the season.
cactus flowers - more each morning
A family of Red Browed Finches feeding
their babies on the morning chook food
Building wearable art
with my grand daughter.
And a trip to the Australian Museum
Then back to the studio
I have been potting like a mad woman
over these last couple of weeks.
The kiln will go on for a bisque
this Thursday evening.
I am always nervous when I have
favourite pieces in there.
This load has my vinegar jar for
my friend Beatrice in NZ.
I SO want it to come out perfectly!
Everything else is relatively small
but the vinegar jar is big
and I have put a lot of love into it.
So PLEASE cross every thing for me on
Thursday night :)
Some hand building.
I have also been working with
my paper and textile bits.
I find I can do this in the evenings at the
dining room table while my daughter is doing
her homework and that way I can be sociable
and still get some work done.
It's all about getting that balance!
Then there was the launch of my sister Karin's book…..
well it is not really HER book ….
But it has taken up her heart and soul
and a large portion of her creative thoughts
for the past 25 years that she has been
working on it!
(the following 8 beautiful pics are by my brother Chris )
It is the story of the Keewong Mob.
It is a wonderful book and a very
important resource for teaching
The launch was at Tranby in Glebe
We cooked up a storm and had a great celebration.
The following day my daughter was playing in a
Paul Kelly tribute concert along with various
note worthy artists at the opening of an exhibition
of portraits of Paul Kelly along with a
Ben Quilty exhibition. 'After Afganistan'
at the Blue Mountains Cultural Centre
Then she turned 16
and it was time to feast again :) xxx
Now she has her 'L' plates and can learn to drive!
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