New Year's Eve.

The year has gone ,and what a year it has been ,a roller coaster of emotional highs and lows in epic proportions .I feel very blessed and privileged at this time. I also am very positive that the new year is going to be even better than the old.

This is one of the paintings still to post ....Barmah Forest ....in acrylic. A subject that I will revisit as it fascinates me for some reason.
As far as art goes I think I have worked quite hard ,but intend to up the ante in 2013 .

Just a ramble

I have wine ,it is a lovely day and I am listening to Bryan Ferry sing ..More Than This . I realise that it is what I want ...more than this . Something has to happen in my life .I am greedy and want more. Oh it is so easy to say well go out and get it ,work harder etc. Everyone knows that .According to my stars I have very good prospects for the next two years and should be able to have it all.Providing I work like a dog .Insert laughter.
I am making an effort ,I just need to decide which area of my life I want to change.
Insert more laughter.
I have a birthday coming up which is the best time to make such important decisions I think.Somewhere deep down I can feel something amazing is going to happen ,it is frightening as well as exciting.Of course all this could mean is, that I am going to fall off of the roof .( private joke ) No doubt I will keep updating on here.

Untitled

I enjoyed working in this medium immensely ,I think I will use it more often . Acrylic,pastel and charcoal.

Girl on the Icefloe

I wrote a poem and here is the illustration . It is about isolation and the foolishness required to love .

Silence

Another night ,another 3am ramble .


Feeling blindly

Through silent spaces

Outstretched fingertips

Brushing surfaces

Mistakes

Sharp

Cutting,slicing

Pieces of flesh

From searching fingers

Leaving

Blooded insect trails

For the Sighted Ones

To follow.

Prepared

If you should go

Before I have prepared my heart for your absence.

Remind yourself that once you loved me.

For I shall say such cruel and unkind words

To show how lost you leave me.



If I should close the door

And leave you standing outside my heart

Remind yourself that I love you

For I shall say such cruel and unkind words

To enable me to turn the key in the lock.

Alice

It was a perfect day really.My daughter's birthday ,and I had dragged all my gear to her studio .Good music good wine and even better company .It was so easy to splash the paint about on the canvas ,dance with my grand daughter and splash a bit more paint about . Here is the result .I am not sure why I think she is Alice ...but Alice she is.

Like a dill I forgot to crop

Then and Now

For many years

Her life was

Contained,

Encapsulated,

Exteriorated neatly,

Internalized chaotically.

Lived safely.



Now,

Her life is flowing to

and attaching to

Distant places.

Fabric, stretching,

Until,

Transparent

Like glass,

It will

Shatter.

The Witching Hour

Woke up with a little rambling thought in my head ,I figured a cup of tea would go down nicely so here I am ....thinking.
Containing our lives .
How do we do that?
Mine is spilling out
All over.It seems.
Unlikely that it will ever be together.
Again.

There are photos,
Where are they?
Scattered all over
The place.
Someone has my life in an album.
Somewhere.

Anguish

It is wonderful discovering new stuff with amazing people.My sister is generous to the core in sharing her knowledge ,she does it with love and compassion and I give her a standing ovation for this. We spent a great day together painting and chatting and drinking wine ,just lovely. This is what i ended up with .I must say my mother's comment as she watched me paint was ...."What a waste of time " It seems the subject matter was just a little too dark for her .You have to love her she did try to like it .

So now it is time for the male nude ...First the sketch in willow charcoal ..about 6 minutes. Then the painting which took the best part of a morning .I am very happy that the painting looks nothing like the sketch ..killing myself laughing here.I must add the neighbour from hell would be so pissed off at these hehehehehee.

Second go at doing this one excuse me if i get a bit snappy here lol First attempt at a nude was this one ,which i love i might add.I just threw my favorite colour on the board and kind of went with the flow .

I was going to write about dealing with a downer but then I thought Jeeze Jo that is so boring .So instead I will give you a laugh and show you my exploration of the human body ....Start laughing now!!!.
My neighbour from hell who spent 6 months trying to get me to look at his penis,and draw / paint it ,take a photo of it and goodness knows what else, got me thinking that yes i should try painting the human form.I must explain that I found the 5 minute sketch challenge on body parts particularly painful. But ,give me credit I persevered with little progress I might add.I think my biggest problem is impatience .If it doesn't happen in 5 minutes i am out of there.

So i thought i would start with a harmless little female with her back turned shyly on the viewer. This resulted in two paintings because they are really weird .I have become fond of the single nude though and will eventually paint over the group.

A Little Something for Me.

Well that was the disaster and the emotional stuff dealt with now I needed something for me and i was quite compelled to do this .I used the mango Juice for background as it makes me salivate,cannot get enough of this colour . I call this painting Barmah Forest. It took twenty minutes .I love it.

The Last Dance.


Shall we dance ?
I asked
You answered
Yes My Love
Let's do the G+ Boogie.

Take my hand.
I'll meet you there.
And so we danced
Night after night
Until
The music stopped.

Remember me
Dancing
Italian shoes
Black
Suede
Gold buckles.

Just a Little Rant

Listening to the incomparable Piaf singing No Regets and I began thinking,that is the way to live your life ...with no regrets.Of course it is wiser to decide to do this before one cuts a swathe through their friends and loved ones.I had decided ,a few weeks ago to throw caution to the wind and now to live with no regret. Watch out world.It has been a good week in all with worrisome moments.One sort of disaster ,one sort of success and one that pleased me very much .Add to the mix some emotional stuff and that was the week that was.
The sort of disaster is a painting ,which in hindsight was a stupid subject for me to try,as people keep telling me ..crawl before you can run.Not this little red hen I expect to fly straight off and then of course I end up with egg on my face .Chastened ? Not I it seems I like egg on my face lol. The subject is an amazon ,which I see is in a most improbable stance and poor creature will suffer with her joints for weeks.Here she is for your amusement and my annoyance.I call her Amy .

The Demon Slayer


What to say about her ? That is the question. This has been gnawing at me for awhile ,everyone likes to feel safe and secure ,but just how safe and secure are we really? I think the most danger lives in our own minds ,so this little person stomps through my head slaying my demons.

Just a little poem

This has no elegance and is quite clumsy ,but try as I might to change it ,this best describes my thoughts at this moment.



SHAKY GROUND

Standing on my ice floe
In the middle of summer.
Not wise
Not wise
But what does wisdom have to do with love.

So I will stand on my ice floe
Enjoying the heat
Until I am no longer
Standing on my ice floe.

The Billabong

I have become besotted by the colours of the outback. This painting looks nothing like the picture on the calender from which it was copied.

Every Day

Every day
I try to oust you from my head
and my heart.
Every day
Still, a little push here,a little push there.

In spite of this
You have become ensconced
in my head
and in my heart.
More than that
You have become
The floor on which I walk
The wallpaper on the walls
The ceiling over my head
The chair on which I rest.
It seems
I am surrounded.

What a Pill

Bitter is the pill
That lodges in the back of my throat.
Bitter is the realisation.

No ,I shout
Silently.

Bitter is the knowledge
That it is.

A Pivotal Day

Someone asked me
The day I was laid waste
by circumstance.
"Do you know who you are?"
I answered no
I did not recognise
The woman in the mirror.


Her eyes were blue.
Apart from that
Nothing else was familiar.
The someone asked
"Do you have a passion?"
I answered slyly,no.
I refused to share
That my passion was to live.

Words .........for you.

Words,
Tendrils invading,
Probing into the dark places.
Infiltrating forbidden rooms
Seeking out and finding
Other words banished from the light.

Words ,
Relentlessly dragging
words forgotten
words disremembered
words of love
words that cause pain
words of foregiveness.

A Beginning

I see through half shuttered eyes
The way you move toward me
Eyes narrowed with intent.

Dancers on the floor
Allow you through unheeded
You move to the beat
unaware of those around you.
Seeing only me.

Responsibilities.

What power do the feeble minded have?
That they can twist a politic to suit themselves.
They see no further forward than tomorrow
They think no further back than yesterday.
Yet
Can make decisions based on nothing
Other than monetary gain.
Ooh,we say,
And watch the zeros lining up.
Ooh,we say,
As they destroy the earth.
What power the feeble minded have
If we cannot connect the dots.

Free Fall

Blindness strikes

And for a time

We cannot see

The pitfalls

The danger

We cannot see

The detritus

That clings to our ankles

Causing us

To Fall.................

Over

Down

Behind

In love

Ill

Forward

Out

Under

Out of love

Into despair

Into the abyss.

Silly Season

Well silly season is nearly over and I must say I have enjoyed every minute of it.From mid December through to January 26th I have been inundated with family ,how good is that? As I write this Kath is doing kick boxing Laraine is cooking rice patties ,with Charlee's help ,Alysia and Alex are keeping us updated as to the rest of the face book family,and Mia is asleep on my feet.