Friday, 29 July 2011

Christine Sullivan

tonight Jamilla, Suz and I went to the Melbourne Recital Centre to see Christine Sullivan present her new album "Away".

It has been over 20 years since we have seen Christine perform. As young, vibrant University students we would frequent the local jazz clubs in Richmond to hear her ephemeral singing with our then beaus.
As they say "they were the good old days"

I lay beneath your feet my dreams. So be gentle when you walk, as you may tread upon my dreams.

Thursday, 28 July 2011

Vulnerability

Being vulnerable is about going to the outer limbs of the tree. And being seen. Then allowing the other person the honor of catching you when you tumble into uncertainty. Otherwise you're just hiding in the foliage.

Sarah Wilson

Rubellite: A Winters' Feast

Tonight I attended one of the Designer Food Events "Rubellite: A Winter's Feast". An intimate evening that unified Melbourne designers and artists around a banquet of fine cuisine by ex head chef from Vue de Monde. The dinner was accompanied by beautiful wines, live music, a moving stage of models who showcased contemporary fashion and platters of unique jewellery.

Every aspect of the evening was captivating and artistically executed.

As the only non-practicing and recognised artist initially I felt out of my league, but the shared sensory experiences created a forum which allowed conversations and ideas to be easily exchanged.

I had forgotten how much I love these experiences - an inspiring and beautiful evening.

Wednesday, 27 July 2011

Creative beings...

... discover that there is a problem and suggest an innovative solution.

Monday, 25 July 2011

Tour de France

Tour de France Stage 21
Créteil - Paris Champs-Élysées
The essence of dreams.
Thank you Cadel Evans for filling my soul with joy and pride in your passion for cycling and for representigng Australia and this international and historical event.

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Eating flowers inspires

Thank you Barbara (alla Bellabiker) for allowing me to visit Firenze through your words, images and sentiments. Scents, emotions and memories flooded my senses when I read your joyous entry "Over the Rainbow in Florence".

I knew before I even finished writing my last blog post that nothing in the world could ever draw me away from Florence. Neither a big job, fortune, recognition......nothing. But I had to explore the opportunity, if only to revel in the knowledge that I do have choices.

For a brief moment in time, I revisited a part of my life that made me what I am. That was good for then. But this is now. This is where life was bringing me all along.

Friday, 15 July 2011

Fifty things I'm thankful for

1. Living in close proximity to the beach. 2. Curly hair. 3. Blue expressive eyes. 4. A ready smile. 5. Inspiring and nurturing conversations with my Mum. 6. Intimate, honest and loving relationships with friends. 7. To work alongside colleagues with egalitarian and humanistic values. 8. The ability to cycle with the wind in my hair. 8. Winter’s sun on my pale complexion. 9. Rainy days and nights. 10. Seeing the mist across the bay, (that day was reminiscent of Wuthering Heights). 11. Recent walks along the beach as Antarctic winds blow a gale. 12. Ability to think creativity, analytically and laterally. 13. Compassion and honesty. 14. Hope. 15. Courage. 16. Trust in myself, those I love and true love. 17. My Italian heritage. 18. The time I’ve spent living, loving and working in Firenze. 19. Insights gathered through travelling internationally. 20. Gnocchi. 21. Oven baked Salmon with Asian greens. 22. Sweet German Rieslings, Moscato and Chianti. 23. Roaring fires. 24. Jazz. 25. Foreign movies. 26. Sunbaking. 27. Calligraphy and cursive fonts. 28. Google. 29. My Blackberry. 30. Skype and emails. 31. Quilting, embroidering. 32. Developing black and white photography. 33. Sculpting and life drawing classes. 34. Yoga, Pilates and Aqua Aerobic classes. 35. Laughing until my sides ache. 36. Mum’s home-cooking. 37. Time with my nephews. 38. Beautiful clothes and exquisite unique accessories. 39. Comfortable and stylish gym gear. 40. Feathers, lace, leather and pure wool. 41. Hot stone massages. 42. Deep sea body wraps. 43. Getting a mani and ped before I go travelling. 44. Two tones roses and Chinese peonies. 45. September. 46. Summer in Italy. 47. Firenze & Melbourne. 48. St Francis of Assisi. 49. The crystal rosary beads I was given for my Holy Communion. 50. Attending Italian cultural events, contemporary dance, live theatre and art exhibitions.

Thursday, 14 July 2011

Travelling well

Staying close to my roots and travelling well. It's good to smile, be light and trust all the beauty and hope in my life.

Sunday, 10 July 2011

Archibald Exhbition, Tarra Warra Museum Yarra Valley

Tarra Warra Museum is showcasing the 2011 Archibald exhibition. Suz & I were amongst the 6,000 people that attended this Saturday.





As always, there was much to reflect upon. Including this year's Archibald Prize portrait of Margaret Olley by Ben Quilty (1); Adam Chang's strong and powerful Venetian red portrait of acclaimed novelist and academic J M Coetzee who was awarded the 2003 Nobel Prize in Literature (2); Craig Ruddy's portrait of Cathy Freeman. Ruddy’s work was created using expressive splashes of acrylic across the back of toughened glass and archival inks on the surface. Leaving the image of Cathy suspended above the canvas, and allowing light to move through her reflection (3); Geoffrey Dyer portrait of eccentric philanthropist David Walsh (4); and Apple Xiu Yin's portrait of one of Australia’s leading sopranos Cheryl Barker. The painting was entitled Hearing and Meditation. I particularly liked the artist's statement (below) (5).

"During last September and October, I finally had some time to rest after many years working laboriously,’ says Apple Xiu Yin. ‘I spent this time unwinding in my backyard listening to the sound of the wind and the birds chattering. I appreciated the multitude of white flowers upon my cherry tree. The smell of pollen wafted across my nose. My mind went blank as I totally relaxed and my heart filled up with nature. It was an incomparable feeling. This was, I think, a type of meditation".





Saturday, 9 July 2011

Isidora

Every girl needs a Fairy and I was pleased when I found this adorable hand made Fairy in the Yarra Valley, Victoria. I hope that it brings much joy to Isidora, the precious and beautiful jewel in Lamme and Lorena's life.

Friday, 8 July 2011

Ferroagosto

Its Summer-time in Italy and that means that Italians commence the annual migration to the coast. I adore the heat, colors and sensations of this season and the Summer's I spent in Italy are amongst my most favourite memories.

... dinning under the stars with friends, open air theatre and concerts, driving along the coast eating saccharine seasonal fruit, swimming in the warm Mediterranean Sea, sandals, sun kissed skin, beautiful cosies and a touch of lip gloss... and the love story's that evolve.

Buon vacanza bella Italia.

Monday, 4 July 2011

Daylesford mist

Jamilla, Suz and I decided to take a Sunday sojourn in Daylesford today. The mist surrounding the area reminded me of winter's in northern Italy and made this beautiful town seem even more dramatic and inspiring. Our relaxing day was accented by a decadent lunch at Frangos & Frangos.

Friday, 1 July 2011

Paper boat

Like a paper boat on a windy sea,
Battered and bruised from the to-ing and fro-ing,
Drenched in drops of tears that fall like rain...
I've lost sight of the shore.


All this, yes.


But now that I am surrounded by all that is unfamiliar,
I'm more aware, more awake, than ever before.
And with wide clear eyes I soon find myself
In a world of wonder I never dared dream about.
It's in this world that wandering hearts come lost,
To be found.

from My heart wanders

My heart wanders

The moment I got back to Sydney and back to my 'old life', I knew that something significant had changed in me. Something was missing. But had I lost something, or had I found something? Now I know this something was, in fact, my heart. It seemed to have left a gaping hole. Or perhaps this hole had been present for some time but I had only just noticed. It was all very confusing, yet utterly apparent. Above all, I was sure of one thing: at some point in my life, my heart had wandered off, as though it had grown a set of wings and flown right out of the window.


... and it was time to follow it.

From My heart wanders, by Pia Jane Biijerk.