Verge

Love this word. You know how when some thing is growing you up, and it makes you feel like you are on the verge of crying the whole time. Well that's how I feel with this art course. I havent felt this way in a very long time. Today I was explaining to my step brother what happens to me when weird shit happens that I cant deal with- like nearly getting the sack, when your before a judge, at a funeral or the dog just got run over - how I start laughing coz the scene turns into to a cartoon in my head and he said he knew how that happens. Not sure if he was being kind or was just scared. Anyway that whole scene was really funny coz I was pointing to a coke can explaining what shade of red my boss was when she was yelling and it got a bit out of control with the role play. All that doesn't change the fact I'm still on the verge.....

Nespoons Street Art

No choice but to try it. Innovative to say the least!

Mistys Writing Excersise

..............I am the.........................

I am the the between light and dark
I am the the between good and bad
I am the the between water and air
I am the the between pen and page
...........The the in me..........



............I come from.................


i come from wonderful and alone
and creative to the bone
im good at hyping and harmonising
im too deadly at supporting
and sometimes rorting
true blue ive been called
when saving bungie from being mauled
im a real handful
even for myself
and becoming proud
i have the strength to be
my unusual self.

Fecundity

Almost sounds like an Irish swear word.

The Repeat Offender

Being a Kajarine girl, I didn’t experience chocolate till the late 60s. Our Easter Eggs were all the hard moulded sugar type ones. Dad loved the Dark Chocolate and mum would buy him one block a week and we were told not to touch it and dad would share it out when he got home from work while having a beer if he felt like it. Well the fear of doing something wrong lasted right up till I was about 12 and I started sneaking a square, then a line, then a ¼, ½ , ¾ (I was learning fractions the good way) would disappear. This caused major angst in the camp. I think this was one of the indicators that we needed our own spending money. Even though I had pocket money I just used it to vary my sugar intake, supplementing with Coke. Dads chocolate moved from the usual position on the top left hand shelf side in the fridge to down to the crispers, up to the meat tray, in the butter compartment, which added a bit of interest for me. Kind of like a fox hunt situation. Id get home from school and as soon as everyone went down stairs, Id go to the fridge avoiding the creaking floorboards which meant Id have to surf along the servery on my tummy and then gently lower myself down to the floor in front of the fridge. Mum had become quite inventive by this stage and started putting the chocolate in the deep freeze in a pea packets and such. The grand finale occured one day when I knew that the chocolate must be in the fridge because they melt in about 5 minutes if not refrigerated. I developed a checking system where I would complete the check in about 10 seconds covering all the usual spots. This day nuthin……. I’m thinking to myself, can’t be nuthin. Being innovative I thought I would put my view point at the bottom of the fridge and look up. oh yes!!! There was the gorgeous glow of the Cadburys "Old Gold" packet which was thrilling. It was perched up on the edge of the meat tray and jammed hard against the inside fridge wall and the ice from the freezer. That’s the day I congratulated myself and ate the whole chocolate on the spot. After that mum decided that she wouldn’t bother hiding them any more and that’s how I became obsessed with Chocolate.

Hanging On

These drawings from the unconscious always amaze me how many things come to the surface days after.

Puff Balls

Online Course

This online course is giving me a real work out, I'm so emotional at the moment. This is only the first of the five week course and I'm wondering just how fractured Ill be or how whole Ill be by the end.
Major things I learned this week is light dark and medium tones. Loose drawing makes things look like they move. Oh and Ive had to censor my art which means Ive been grown up seriously.

Ive also managed to write my first zine this weekend, which I feel good about and taken a couple of gorgeous snaps.

Imagination

"Imaginations is a most secret power that is as much of a cosmic force as of a phycological facility" Gaston Bachelard.

Ive been blessed with an acitive and vivid imagination. Over the past 5 years Ive learned to embrace it and encourage it. I think also that by me slowing down and expanding my inner life of creativity has helped me stop looking outside myself for fixes. Ive always believed we have everything we need inside of us but didnt alsways know how to access it. Especially for healing. We were created to maintain homeostasis. Something has happened along the way of civilisation that disconnects our self knowledge in certain areas. And I love love love to dream......

Twins

Only our mother could tell us apart.....