The beach was deserted. Not a human in sight. Just one black dog and racing up and down the beach, in and out of the waves, without a care in the world, chasing seagulls with seemingly unlimited energy and joy. The seagulls laughing at him it seems….they wait until he gets close, then quickly they fly away, taunting him with their squawks.
Monthly Archives: March 2015
I was just driving home. But then I saw the clouds. The sun was setting through dark clouds and casting the sky in deep purple clouds and over the port backdrop it looked spectacular. I had to pull over and take a few photographs, as it was so stunning.
It was time for a change. My studio inspiration board had gotten very cluttered, very colourful, very chaotic…full of images, colours, words, photos, and kids art. It was busy and bright and bold. But mostly busy!
But instead of feeling inspired, I started to feel cluttered and crowded. I wanted space to think. I wanted less, not more. So I took it all down, without thinking or reviewing, or analysing any particular item. I put them in a suitcase with my other papers. Then I put back up six items. Not six on purpose, just because these six images felt right for right now.
None of the images on the board are mine. One is a beloved print brought in Wellington a few years back that had been rolled up in a drawer – a watercolour sketch of a hummingbird. Another is a postcard of Paris – both for my dreams to go there one day, and also because it was from a dear friend. Another image is a magazine advertisement image that I like. The final blue image is a photo of the sea found in yet another magazine. The blues are intoxicating beautiful and a reminder of the inherent beauty in nature and beaches.
My “Start Something” paper mantra returned to the wall (as always) and finally, I added the brochure from the “One” exhibition – held in 2013, as a reminder of my past achievements and future plans.
When I look at the wall, I feel optimistic and calm and I can hear myself think. Right now, I like that.
Sometimes inspiration boards need a little inspiration too!
Why is it so dam’n hard to say I am sorry? It is such a short little sentence.
It shouldn’t be so hard…. Especially to say to those we love. Yet it seems hardest then.
Maybe the roses, greenery and rosemary picked from our garden, tied in a bow and left for them to find, will help me to say the three hardest words to say…I am sorry.
Sunlight, movement, and flowers…or were they actually weeds? Do I care?
Not really. I enjoyed their late-summer, dried and near dead spent blooms (seed pods?) as they swayed in the wind along the farm fence-lines, as I zoomed by.
Smoke covered the fields. While the smoke was creating an interesting vista, the only clearly visible and somewhat strangely located item was a trailer parked in the field and seemingly abandoned. I also liked the line of power poles leading to the homes by the sea. I was glad I had my camera with me.
There is something about lights, movement and darkness that captivates me. I love the sense of drama, the movement that is captured – a fleeting moment in time and the abstract quality of this image. What is it? What ever you see or what ever you feel, that is what it is. Simple.
We had been at the WOMAD festival all day and not seen any music…too many demands and request from children for face-painting, rock climbing, food, toilets, drinks, tree climbing, market stalls, kid zone activities, ice creams and more drinks. These requests had filled our time almost completely….we arrived home with happy and tired kids, but feeling like we had missed a whole lot of something…the music and dance!
A couple of hours later, sans children, we were back. The scene had changed….It was dark, still hot, the crowd was throbbing and uninhibited and dancing and socialising more freely. We searched out some great international music and joined the crowds…soaking up incredible sounds, interesting people, and walked, ate, people watched and soaked up atmosphere and sounds from all places….A perfect evening.
I watched this group of older school boys…they were completely engrossed in building a city skyline entirely from white Lego bricks – it was part of an interactive public display at the Auckland City Art Gallery recently. The structures that had been created by others so far were striking in their elegance, complexity and intricacy creating a fantasy city skyline of magical, wonderful, imaginary towering structures. It was also temporary, as each structure could be dismantled or added to by the next person and turned into something new and different, always changing and evolving – an interesting way to consider a city…