Im back

Its been awhile. But hey, look at this beautiful dress made by my lovely dressmaker Sabah. Its for my friend Danushas wedding next Saturday. Also Ive been asked if I want to spend the whole of 2012 travelling in Australia for 3 months then Europe for 9 months with a choir performing. Im so tempted, but it will mean that I have to start saving right now. An opportunity not to miss really. The choir director says to me tonight...you will need the airfares and a little nest egg for just incae - just rent out your appartment, take long service leave 1/2 pay and the choir will pay for expenses of every day living and accomodation out of the takings. Bugger it Im gunna do it. A whole year of music, yes yes yes. Life begins at 50. Yoohoo!!!!

Back In The Saddle

Ive finally worked out what I am going to do with this blog. I'm going to limit my time on the net because it impinges on my creativity. I have been keeping a visual diary off line but not always every day and not always every thing I want to say because the Ive become lazy with hand writing.

I want it to be a record of my creative growth and the rule now is, I can only blog if I have created something that can be displayed here.

So here goes.... On Monday morning I was walking to work and I saw this image on the footpath. I don't know how it became a perfect circle with an autumn leaf inside but I looked at it and kept walking. I noted its beauty but because I was in a hurry to get to work I just kept going. It pulled me back and I took my camera out of my bag and took the snap. I'm so glad I did because when I got to work and put the image my computer as my background lots of people come to comment about it. One man said "You know Kim, we probably see this stuff everyday, but none of us take notice of it". First I thought the composition was balanced and pleasing, then my head kicked in and said its just a leaf on the asphalt, nothing special. But what has really nailed it for me was that it was an impulsive shot. How perfect the wet circle with the leaf inside, just a message from Godde saying I love you. I smiled and went to work with extra zing in my step.

C - Town

Back home after a 10 day stint in the NT. Really noticed while I was away how much time and energy blogging and surfin the net take up. Seriously considering not bloggin anymore and killing my Facebook profile.

Trip was very enjoyable and I can say I have not had nightmares. I cant remember a time when I was nightmare free, especially in the NT.

Dad and I had such a fab time together that I took these snaps of him cutting my toenails. The faces he was pulling are a total crack up.

I wrote this Haiku remembering that day.

my loving father

your face is a story only

my heart can read

Im In A Qundry

I'm in a situation on Facebook where some one who has been openly hostile towards me wants to be my friend. Ive known this person for over 45 years. I made the decision 6 months ago not to spend time with her because she drains my energy.


6.44pm after my art therapy session tonight exploring the relationship, Ive concluded that its ok not to accept her as a friend and the reason is her unfriendly behavior towards me. Obvious now, cloudy before. Here is the collage I did while talking this out. Noted is the word threshold.

25/9/2009, thanks to Moo for giving me hurry up for the image. xxxx4moo

Many Happy Returns

This is a painting about a saying my Nanna used to put on to my birthday and Christmas cards as a kid. I think the image of the genies says that best.

Botanicals Again

Some times I get so focused on technology, I just need to go to the botanical gardens for a nature balancer. Thinking the pinky one has potential for framing.

Megapixels

Due to untechnology by me Im so sad to say that some of the best shots Ive taken this year were shot on the lowest megapixels possible. I actually cried. This is one of them.

My Babies

Ive realised since Annies Exhibition that I need to have my babies around me (my art). I always dreamed of having my new appartment draped in lush and rich wall hangings in winter. My photos and paintings during the other seasons. Ive been here now for 18 months and I do have some things on display but no where near what I could display. Today I picked up my first peice from framing and it looks really cheery. It is actally earmarked for someone and she will have it one day when she visits me. In the mean time Ive had an Idea. When I go to Katherine in March next year for my nephews birthday party I am going to see if I can hold my first exhibition at the same time. My Art Therapist believes Im ready to exhibit. Ill take her word for it. Actually, I might ask her to come with me. On second thoughts I am going to ask my sister and neice to exhibit with me.

I Dream Of Spring

On the first day of spring,
my inward breath gives way
to a fragrant sigh.

Highest Creativity

" There is this Spirit, this Life Energy inside us, that is the power for life and for love. This and this alone can promote the True Healing, healing from within. The best way to actuate our Life Energy, our Healing power within, our love, is through acts of the Highest Creativity." John Diamond. M.D.

A red bird symbolises the love outside me. The silver web symbolises my love. The bird has landed and got its feet caught in the web and lifted it flying off into the sky.

A snap shot from childhood: Mum used to thread fresh meat on to string and attach streamers to it. When the Hawks came to scavenge they would pick the meat up in their beaks and fly away with the streamers flapping. These entertainments were what made school holidays special.

Another snap shot: 21/7/1969, Dad picks us girls up from school and takes us home so we can sit around the table and listen to the radio broadcasting mans first steps on the moon. I remember sitting there recording the broadcast on my tape machine and knowing it was something that should be saved for the future. I was 8. There were fears around, that when the first contact with moon happened that the world would end. ....I had that tape for many years, but it got lost along the way. How valuable would that have been for our family history now? The noises and sounds of that day, especially my mums voice - priceless.