Art Class 2

Back to art class. Today they introduced the idea of a safe symbol. The purple one is the first one. When I started it all I knew that safe was a circle, then it developed into like a Celtic Shield. The other circle one I just played with the paint to make the red marks, then I started noticing how the water and paint looked like the fibres in an eye and I started being sad when I thought of mums eyes. The blue green one is a self portrait. I always think my eyes are green, but every one else tells me they are blue. If you look closely you can see some faces in there as well. the colour of my eyes as I see them are not actually in the picture and I'm not sure I could ever find that colour anyway.

Sorry Day

Awesome dancing and catching up with ATSIC mob - too deadly.

Coolers

I couldnt think of what I was going to get Dad for his birthday so I got photos of his 3 heroes (his mum, stepdad and best freind) put on his coolers, so when he is having a quiet ale he can remember them. I think they are damn good value @ $20.

Judith Wright - Poet

Woman to Child

You who were darkness warmed my flesh
where out of darkness rose the seed.

Then all a world I made in me;
all the world you hear and see
hung upon my dreaming blood.

There moved the multitudinous stars,
and coloured birds and fishes moved.
There swam the sliding continents.

All time lay rolled in me, and sense,
and love that knew not its beloved.
O node and focus of the world;

I hold you deep within that well
you shall escape and not escape -
-that mirrors still your sleeping shape;
that nurtures still your crescent cell.

I wither and you break from me;
yet though you dance in living light I am the earth,
I am the root,I am the stem that fed the fruit,
the link that joins you to the night.

I first read this poem in my late teens and it made me cry.

Art for Healing Class

Drawing from my Art Class today. This class is for women who have been sexually assaulted and is a program run by the ACT Govt and is free.

I'm learning to draw feelings. The red scribbly one is the first one I did and was done mainly with eyes closed. Title is "behind the door". The greeny yellow one is colours I don't like and Titled "Layers of Leaves" (funny now I like it the best) allot of powerful feelings arose during this one. The small circle one was done with colours I like and is Titled "Orbs uncomplete" and I thought about people I love while drawing it and calmed right down during that drawing. At the end of all this there will be an exhibition.

I'm doing it in the hope I will be able to trust someone again.

Talking Like a Dingo

My cousin who comes from a very poor and large family was telling me about his elder sister who managed to break out of the cycle by marrying a rich Dutchman. He said when she left, she was talking like Dingo. After about 15 years she caught up with him again (cousin), laugh - he said she came back talking like a Kelpie....

Art Class

Went to art class with Simmone on Monday. Laugh, one of the artists there said "it looks like a little clitoris", the place went stoney quiet, except for my snickering, then she says " my mouth has a mind of its own" to which I broke down with full on laughter.

70 Today

My dad is 70 today. mmmmm he's happy hes made it that far, I on the other hand would like him around for another 70 at least. Were celbrating in Taree with a dinner at the Sailos club later tonight. As he is not having a birthday cake, Im making him an apple pie for smoko tomorrow. His favorite......oh bummer, I just remembered I forgot the cream.

Dads 70th

I was talking to Father Murf last night and told him Dad was turning 70 in a weeks time. I said I might do a mushy card for him. Murf reckons I should do a real eye waterer. Go all out, like.... well I'm trying. The photo is of 4 generations of the Miller family. All good people are named Miller, or so I'm told by my great aunt Caroline Miller, who is 93. That's me holding dads hand and I notice mums trendy hand bag sitting there. I decided to do the drawing on the card by exploding our hands in this photo and filling it with words and measurements of my days as dads grease monkey.

Walking By The Lake

Went strolling by the lake today after the trip to the Warped and Twisted, spinners and weavers exhibition. Lindy Jane kept up a cracking pace. These trees were a distraction to me as I had to take snaps along the way.

Coronet Breakfast Club

VJ and Kev arrived for breaky and all was going well until the circuit breaker thew a hissy fit. Luckly Kev guided me around to the powerboard and sorted the whole thing out. He never did get his toast. The dramas of to all... either there are fires or no power. So ticked off a few maintance competencies today.

Quilt I made for Holger and Christiana.

Fr Jim

Father Jim is actually 3 years younger than me. Hes a wise Irish priest that has seen enough conflict in his life to be able to tell shyte from clay. He was great to me when the stalker was at the height of his career. He stood by me when most of the parish wanted me to be nailed to anything and everything, except a cross.....

I've been in touch with him recently and he's heading back to Ireland to do his nieces wedding.

What I most love about him is that he knows his strong points. The most beautiful thing I have witnessed him doing was at each burial he performs he sing the following verse while walking around the coffin and blessing it with Holy Water. I've carried this with me for 9 years and just want to write it down here now, so its not lost.

MAY the Angels lead you into Paradise; may the Martyrs receive you at your coming, and take you to Jerusalem the holy city. May the choirs of the Angels receive you, and may you, with the once poor Lazarus, have rest everlasting.