10 December 2015

Going home






I am
sitting at the custom-made, hand-delivered wooden table
on the verandah overlooking the rice field
listening to distant rumbling thunder
an electric saw and roosters
otherwise it's quiet
muggy and heavy before rain
the ducks have gone home for the day






reflecting on where my feet have been
i've done much walking and exploring and spent many days working (weeks and months)
driven by that inexplicable creative urge
inspired by the world around and within
I am
happy to be going home with drawing books full of ideas




















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30 September 2015

A lull in the proceedings




  1. Lull ...

    a temporary interval of quiet or lack of activity.
    "for two days there had been a lull in the fighting"
    synonyms:pauserespiteintervalbreakhiatussuspensioncessationinterludeintermissionbreathing spacemoratoriumlacuna



 
sleeping woman [after Matisse]




  1. What a lovely word - lull! It's a perfect choice for describing how things are at the moment. I feel like sleeping ... shutting down ... pausing the proceedings. And so it might appear that not much is happening. Actually though, there's a lot going on since touching home base [temporarily]. Planning things, looking through the accumulation of drawings, revisiting ideas, reflecting, pondering.




  



  1. Images from the little black travelling drawing book



    Where to next ...?





    Coming up ... Artists' Open House Fremantle [November 13-15] and Fremantle Arts Centre Bazaar [December 4-6] 



    Abstract painting

    Hope to see you there!



02 September 2015

Communing with birds





My latest focus is making work for an exhibition in Perth in November. A new project called Artists Open House Fremantle, in it's second year and I'm proud and delighted to say I've been asked to join! Here are a few images of what will be shown.





Birds, ducks, spotty two-legged ambiguous-looking creatures ... call them what you will but I love painting them! As you may be aware, I'm rather taken by birds, especially since both the ducks and the tiny squeaky birds that hover over the rice fields and I have been close neighbours for the past 6 months






Floating figures who commune with birds ... Bali is such an enchanting, dream-like place, it's no real surprise to find the images reflecting a reality which seems to hover just a few degrees above the everyday in some way. 




And spots ... well they remain in the repertoire because they are whimsical and happy things!






15 August 2015

Staying grounded and taking flight





 

the studio table



I recently spent six days alone in my little villa in the rice fields, getting on with things in the outdoor studio and not once being aware of a lonely sense of aloneness. Following a routine, the pleasure of which lay in being able to follow it without having to stop and do other things ... a delightful experience which I will try to recreate every now and then. I recommend it!




 

the ducks have returned!




While being alone, I noticed that you are never actually really alone. Here the roosters begin crowing at 3.00am, the tiny birds begin at dawn, making a sound like a child's squeezy toy, the farmer walks through the rice fields growling at the birds to scare them away, cats and dogs wander by, the sounds of quacking ducks, jazz music, bass drums and motor bikes waft in from a distance.
























'Me and my shadow friend' 
[carbon paper print]


I spent the days playing around and experimenting with materials and techniques - clay, paper mache, drawing with carbon paper, weaving with scraps. Alternately making a mess, making mistakes and creating some order



 notebooks [recycled paper]








 
















papier mache bowls




















'Things fall apart...'























bird cups





At the end of the day [or week in this case], it's the pleasure of seeing things come together ... the result of a happy blend of time, place, feeling grounded and ideas taking flight.


22 July 2015

Ceramics go-slow


If you don't mind low-key then you won't mind today's offering:
A glimpse, an update, a behind-the-scenes view of an ever-so-slow process. When travelling, it's best to leave behind your concepts of time. Albert Einstein I think I am beginning to understand you.






 Bird cup and spot saucer






Two birds on a spotted plate







Removing the glaze from the base






 Checking the base is free from glaze





Waxing the base





The Yves Klein blue kiln 









15 June 2015

Paper play





Idle moments, casting about, contemplating reusing and remaking



books





cup and saucer





bowls


Cardboard, paper, glue and a brush. 
And a bit of sunshine for drying
What could be more simple! 




07 June 2015

Ready for firing - spotted birds and coconut bowls







































































Bali June 2015

15 May 2015

How to know where you are





Flying over north west Australia


Many stops and starts, much movement and dislocation ... I wonder at times 'where on earth am I?' 





Friends
[paper by 53]


Momentarily grounded [in a good way] in hometown Perth, spending some time with philosophical and enquiring friends. Yesterday's discussion focused on the merits of online sharing, comparing blogs and face books and instant images over a coffee overlooking old ships and fishing boats in Fremantle harbour. And thus we reached a conclusion that it's good to share with others, through a blog, for example, but that it seems equally important to do it for oneself. As a way of knowing where one is and being able to fit things together that make sense, a blog is very useful. 





Paving stones Borobudur Java



Although the primary intention is to communicate and share what one has been doing [I am always appreciative of the dear reader who drops in for a look], there is the added bonus of being able to look back and read the running commentary ... reminding, remembering and rendering it all real. I may not always know where I am, but at least I can see where I've been!







Contemplating in the moonlight
[Paper by 53]














02 April 2015

Improvements and inspirations





Since discovering the mobile table maker, art-making has been much easier.




Free delivery even.




The neighbours




are inspirational.




The landlord is also an artist. Using a hand as a palette is pretty inspirational!



27 February 2015

Small North

Fabric yarn balls in a window display Ubud, Bali

Several years back, as a student in a textiles unit at university I was having much fun exploring many different techniques among which twining, grass stitching and book-making were my favourites. After learning a few different ways to make a book, we were given the words "small north" and told to go off and interpret them into a book of our own creation.  And having been several years prior to that a student of art therapy in which the focus was on process, exploration and discovery, this directive was completely to my liking. 

For some reason (maybe - or maybe reason is irrelevant) 'small north' was associated with the island of Bali, which, from where I live is 'a small island in the north'. The book I ended up making was a sample book (accordion style) with swatches of hand loomed fabric collected on previous visits to the island. 

Well the point of all this is that now I find myself back on this small island in the north, settling in for a while, making connections and continuing to explore how to be creatively nomadic or nomadically creative - not quite sure which! The other day I visited the markets at Klungkung which is where you find an amazing variety of the hand loomed fabric I used in the small north book


I've found a ceramics workshop where I can continue to play with clay 


and I am always inspired to work with found/discarded materials 







 

03 February 2015

I digress ...


While days in the studio are largely spent pounding rolling cutting moulding cleaning painting and glazing clay (very labour intensive) there is the odd moment when I digress (ah yes I do!).  And a good thing too ... what a shame it would be to miss out on opportunities to paint


and stitch dried grass


and whittle sticks gathered at the beach


and make things from found objects


Not to mention making books from cardboard boxes and paper bags


and papier mâché bowls from egg cartons

 
Oh yes ... days in the studio could be tedious and even wasted if not for digressions, explorations and experiments!