After All

The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.

The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,

A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall --
And my soul is strong! and the world to me is a grand world after all!

Let our enemies go by their old dull tracks,
and theirs be the fault or shame
(The man is bitter against the world who has only himself to blame) ;
Let the darkest side of the past be dark, and only the good recall;
For I must believe that the world, my dear, is a kind world after all.

It well may be that I saw too plain, and it may be I was blind;
But I'll keep my face to the dawning light,
though the devil may stand behind!
Though the devil may stand behind my back, I'll not see his shadow fall,
But read the signs in the morning stars of a good world after all.

Rest, for your eyes are weary, girl -- you have driven the worst away --
The ghost of the man that I might have been is gone from my heart to-day;
We'll live for life and the best it brings till our twilight shadows fall;
My heart grows brave, and the world, my girl, is a good world after all.
...................Henry Lawson.........................

Art At Last

Ive finally got around to doing a tiny bit of art. I love doing these cards with the 3D leaves that move around inside and fall out when you open it up.  This is for neicey 25th Birthday and I did stamped (Lino-cut out of an eraser) wrapping paper to match the card and the leaflets. Very satisfying. My dad and Valmai are leaving me tomorrow so Ill be in a slump for the next few days.

Cat and Kitten

At last I met Mrs Shepard. I went out to her gallery as I always do when in Taree hoping to get an audience with Shepanardi and this time I was in luck.  I introduced myself to her mum saying I'm miscott the online friend.  Yep, cant believe I said that. Cant believe Shep got straight into her car and come to see me and sis and where I met not only this talented artist but many members of her artistic family. This was such a treat for me and I was so overstimulated that lucky sis reminded me to pay. Shep is launching a web site with lots of fab paintings prints pajamas and toys. So stay tuned. Purrrin!!!!

Made My Day

Anonymous gratitude to the silver haired Japanesse gentleman dressed in denim who, while riding the esculator in the opposite direction, wasn't satisfied with a second look at me and went for the hatrick and nearly fell off the end of the escalator. Nice foot work bloke!!!

I love it when out of nowhere someone appears and you recognise them immediately as someone you are on the same wavelength with. This is not a attraction in a physical way but an energy way.  Im pretty sure I have seen him around either at CIT or the Art Gallery so I guess its the creative energy that is the common thing in this story.

However, on further analysis it could have been because I had mauve white and black on today which could be close to the Japanese pallette. I hate that logic and reason part.

As you get older you become less visible as time goes on. Thats what I am finding anyway.  So it was nice to be noticed and gave me a long needed dose of attention.

Thanks dude.

Possy Woke Up

So love this little creature. Every time I go to Floriade which is about 4 times a week I go sit in his bedroom and wait for him to stir. I just sit and draw knowing I have company and wonder what its like to have a bedroom smack bang in the middle of the nations capitals largest event of the year.

Floriade 2012

With the hustle and bustle of Floriade all around this little possum continued to dream. I just happened to look up under the rotunda and saw it. I asked a bloke sitting next to me "is that real?" - what!!! "oh yes its moving". And it continued to move many people from then on. Heart mush.........

Autumn Colour Pallete

Something very lovely (perhaps masculine) about this colour Pallette.

Saint Marys Sacred Music Festival

I went to this festival thinking it will be nice to see my old cobber again who is the parish priest there. WoW did I get a surprise at the standard of the music and costume of the traditional Tongan and African Choirs.  I checked into the caravan park at Penrith and slept in the car. I'm getting quite good at all this climbing in and out of small spaces.  It was still cold enough to have the 3 blanket doona and I love waking up in the morning with a cold dewy face and listening to the birdsong.  Which beings me to say that I love the fact that my old cobber whistles songs. Its not a sound that is heard much any more and I love it.

The One Remaining Star

There are mornings when I think of you
so steadily, what good is it to write?
Trust in its ragged wisps, too close to the abyss,
we circle like the beasts accused of soullessness
and I'm afraid. Cryptic and ravenous, our gift,
our gift. We are the secretaries
of the heart, the one remaining star.
Susanne Dubroff

Bluey Martin

Still got a scar on my index finger from trying to index one of these little buggers.

The bird in question used to sit on the record while it was going around and hop over the arm when it come around. Was quite funny, especially on a 45 rpm.