Street Poems

Waiting... Waiting.... Waiting for spring.

Marbles and Mailbox

Mum always wanted a mailbox at the front of the yard and we never thought that a ridiculous idea. Dad made one like this for her and he spent allot of time welding large chain together in this spiral shape then made the box on the top. Mum painted nearly every thing black and white and this included the fence and the "mailbox". She was quite the innovator really. I don't remember any thing much more than wasp nests and spiders being in there because home delivered mail only came to Katherine in the 90s.

Red Dog

I loved this book and relate to the whole cultural scenes. The ticking scene will be a ripper. Think the lead should have been an Ozzie though.

More Minis

From This To This

A Kajarine boy and his mum at Mattaranka Hotsprings to end up first Australian champion of the Tour de France. Feeling rather patriotic this morning.

Beyond Cool

Intriguing chompers....

With Goddes Help - 2 Pointers

Being an extrovert means I get most of my energy from others. This week Ive had two people giving me energy.

The first (My Muse) sent me this picture, after we were discussing knights in shining amour and followed up with a pondering of hands and fingers that I really, really loved.

The second one I wrote to last night because I found a picture of her and her sister on PictureNT, who I knew as a young girl in Katherine, and who Ive not had contact with for about 25 years (Godde thats a big number). Id always had a soft spot for her and her sister, not that I had much to do with them over the years. Just an interest in their lives and like I said a soft spot.

She asked me if I still do massage or are your hands still no good? That made think of what I really wanted to do 11 years ago, which was a career in Remedial Therapies for which I trained but due to sickness couldn't get going. Well that and lack of confidence. When she said that I'd given her the best massage she had ever received, my heart skipped a beat. Not that I remembered doing it.

I'm currently in limbo with my career although I'm currently studying (which has injected energy into me) I feel lost. I know I'm not as hopeless as the mugs at work think I am. I know I'm not suited for the Public Service in its current mode of operation, but I also know I can add value, and its people like me who are creative thinkers who can take them to a new level of service. I also believe that the Public Service is so risk adverse that its killing off value adding service. Its all about being under the radar. Enough of that crap, back to the story...

So this Katherine girl has come back to me at a time that I had sent off my hands to the back of the shed, covered in dust and cobwebs. Shes made think about what I can do about being fulfilled. Massage and making people feel good and cared for is something that nourishes me. Its made me realise that massage my way is unique and can be those things for people and not to be too worried about how other people do things.

So as of now, I'm dreaming about part time work in the Public Service, some massage, and art to earn a living.

And the major indicator that I'm on the right track is validated by Mrs Shep who sent me the meditation on hands to ponder on Wednesday before I got the email on Friday about my gift for Massage. Man I'm BLESSED AND BLISSED. and for the record I'm not pissed.

Sisters With Streamers

Sunday Activities

My Saturday

Emotion in Art

I love this blogpost below found here http://retinart.net/graphic-design/power-emotion-graphic-design

Oh, what emotion this logo pulls from me!
The typeface gives a fitting air of femininity and gentleness.The heavier strokes of the letters negate any delicateness that one may consider this logo to have. The exclusive use of uppercase, the elegance of the lettering—especially the finials of the R and the E—lead to a quality of stability.
Then there is the child-in-womb beauty that the ampersand creates. This is the moment where my heart swells. The head of the fetus as ampersand that is sitting safely within the O just works. This is elegant design thinking at its best.
Not only does the ampersand look beautiful in itself, but the slight curve and attention to detail of it—especially the back of this child—and how it derives its shape from its mother O sends a tingle through my spirits. It looks so comfortable. It looks like the ampersand is fittingly the child of the O as their shapes compliment and reflect one another so well.
Reminiscent of a baby in the womb with face and feet so close, balled up, waiting for oxygen to fill its lungs, the ampersand creates a beautiful illustration that wouldn’t work if on its own. In lesser hands, this may not have been pulled off with such grace, but Lubalin manages it so well here. The concept is great, the execution perfect.
And it breaks my heart. - Herb Lubalin’s Mother & Child was originally designed for the masthead of a magazine, but it was never to know the light of day.

Customs

Just before bedtime in the little villages of Japan, the Hinayogen reminds every home to extinguish unnecessary fires, for to lose your house to fire is sorrowful but to lose a neighbours house is a shame that lasts generations.

As I get older I am becoming more attracted to Japaneese ideas. Oh and color schemes too.

Dads Beauty Tools

Nursing & Toilet Roll Races

Chook Feeding Lonely Child

I Need So Many Of These Signs

Now I Know Why I Always Loved Linen

BE LINEN MOVIE from Benoit MILLOT on Vimeo.

Kim Holding Simmone

For the first time. That's before I tried get rid of the opposition, as dad calls it.

My Storyboard

I'm doing a storyboard of my life with 75 miniatures. This is Mum with the completed toffee apples, cigarette burning and the radio on the servery. Simmone and I waiting patiently for the action.

Mums been gone for 16 years today and these little moments are memories I treasure.

My Knee Rug

For putting up with myself for the past 50 years, I decided that this year I will make a hand crocheted rug for myself. Which brings to mind the words of great aunt Caroline who replied when asked what she was doing "I'm making a knee rug for my old age". At the time she was in her 70s. Bless her.