Wednesday, 30 November 2011

True Love Travels on a Gravel Road

I attended the play reading of 'True Love Travels on a Gravel Road' by Jane Miller at fortyfivedownstairs tonight.

When I attend events at this theatre, it reminds me of evenings spent at Mietta's in the mid 1990's. That egocentric feeling that we were discovering Melbournes' artist edge.

The mere thought of that now, brings a generous smile to my face.

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

A lofty apartment in NYC

Whilst having lunch with a new acquaintance the other day, they shared a very personal account of their attachment to America and their dream to be a writer who lives in a lofty apartment in NYC.

Her connection with NYC (which she thinks of each day) began when she lived there for three months in 2008. With a faraway expression she stated that the experience changed her world.

Yet like myself, she is still here.

She is generous, intelligent, compassionate and engaging. She is single, lives alone, loves her family and friends. She is proud of her career and achievements. In summary a blessed life - just not the life of her dreams.

Today as I stood in her office doorway observing her uncluttered and white washed room, I quickly noticed that there was only one hint of passion or glimpse of that NYC writer ... a small 10cm x10cm mouse pad beside her computer with a laminated image of the NYC subway.

Later I thought about how strange it is that she has a passion, a road map and a destination, but yet something is missing. Perhaps like many of us, she still hasn't realised that she can make her dreams happen and that the pursuit of these dreams are as worthy as any other life adventures and blessings.

Saturday, 26 November 2011

Parliament House





Losing myself in memories

Whilst uploading images from Canberra tonight, I found myself sorting through photographs from Italy 2007-2008. Through these wonderful images, I relived the sentimental moments I had shared with friends overseas and the many places I had visited over these years.

Moreover, what struck me was the free flowing golden curls, the crystal blue eyes and the genuine smile of the girl who featured in many of these photographs. From afar she looks like she is living the dream.

As 'that girl' however, I know all too well, how I was truely feeling at that time and how much I yearned to share those moments with just one person.

... time for new love. An enduring love.

Saturday, 19 November 2011

Short and Sweet Dance

Black, white, green, with cake? The kettles boiling how do you take yours?
"Cuppa" choreographered and performered by Perth contemeporary dance company 'Unkempt' was the piece that captured my attention. An innovative concept which was exquistely executed by dancers Jessica Lewis, Amy Wiseman and Carly Armstrong.

Music: 'Drift' Michael Loewenstern; 'Moon Rise' and 'Window Like' by Anthony Raijekov

Swimming at Manuka

Contemporary Art, Canberra







Sarcoma


Bronze Sculpture




Friday, 18 November 2011

New friendships

We look incredibly tired by the end of the Arts and Health Conference.
Monique, Art Curator St Vincent's Health (left), Kate Independent Art Consultant (right) and talked and laughed endlessly over dinner at the Kennedy Room in Kingston, last night.
Jules & Leonie (Port Macquaire Base, NSW)

National Gallery of Australia

National Gallery of Australia
Bronze Pears



Sculpture Garden

Rodin, Burgess of Calais

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Sunday, 13 November 2011

Saturday, 12 November 2011

Relations

Theatreworks described it as "the world we read about, but often never see, unless of course you are living it."

The inspiration behind Paul Malek's dance "Relations" is that Our own life journey can be cataclysmic at best, so why should relationships be any different?


"Relations" was a realistic and almost brutal look at how relationships survive the temptations and personal demons that take place in life. The work was beautiful yet confronting with a strong taste of reality.

Saturday, 5 November 2011

A Room of One's Own

In a Room of One's Own Woof asserts that in the future women will devise their own kind of sentence, their own form, write about their own reality and like "lightening a torch in that vast chamber where nobody has yet been. It is all half lights and profound shadows like those serpentine caves where one goes with a candle peering up and down, not knowing where one is stepping".