Category Archives: writing

The Little Christmas Advent Alphabet Book…is back!!

Great news!!!….ZNO have finally agreed to reprint all my beloved books…The Little Christmas Advent Alphabet Books…

So if you have one and are using it right now and the glue has failed or is starting to fail on it, please, please send it back to me urgently and I will send you a brand new one (with a lifetime guarantee apparently). I also

have a small number of the reprinted book available to purchase if anyone is interested…a limited edition and very lovely unique, distinctly NZ and original Christmas gift!

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Valley of contrasts

taumaranui-valley

I had never travelled this road. That’s what funeral’s do to you. They make you travel new roads, see new sights, meet new people. The storm had passed and the sun was making it’s way through the dense black clouds and seemingly straight down onto one tiny little house, alone in this beautiful valley. On a day of sadness, it was a ray of sunshine in more ways than one.


The rejection of sleeping Ariadne.

The rejection of Ariadne

My latest Photograph and entry into the Taranaki Arts Trail Exhibition 2016.

Titled “The rejection of sleeping Ariadne”.

Description:

A 3rd century BC Roman copy of an ancient Greek sculpture of Ariadne.

Ariadne awoke from her peaceful slumber  to find herself abandoned and rejected by her lover, Theseus, according to Greek mythology. This sculpture captures her final moment of peace before she wakes and realises the devastating betrayal that has occurred.

She is left to dream alone…rejected then by her lover and now, it also appears, the public.


Rock of ages…

Kaukoponui April 2016 030

The cliffs around this part of the country are old. Not ancient perhaps, as we are after all a relatively new country in the wider scheme of land formation and the like. But the rocks are old still and they are beaten daily by the relentless tides, winds and weather. They have a primitive, raw feeling about them and you feel as though you might be the very first person to touch them.

It’s a surreal feeling to find yourself on an isolated beach…just you, the rocky cliff face and the sea moving toward you. You feel momentarily like an explorer, a discoverer of new lands. You feel powerful and exhilarated and as you look at the huge cliffs and endless sea, somehow also strangely tiny and irrelevant.


Bored of the inspiration board…

inspiration board

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!


The romance of roses…is it dead?

red roses

As you know, I love roses. I love them even when they are dying, like these ones. There is something beautiful, yet slightly macabre about gorgeous red roses in their final stages of bloom.

Maybe it’s a cliché but roses really are like a metaphor for love in real life….first, the precious rose-bud like the thrill of new romantic love, then there is the full blown blooming gorgeousness of long-life-together-kind-of-love represented by roses in full bloom. Then, finally the graceful and bitter-sweet love found in appreciating something and thinking it beautiful through its final stages of life, while decaying and dying…somehow fragile yet still achingly beautiful. I am sure a poet wrote about it….


Believe…

believe

Believe:

In yourself.

In the goodness and kindness of others – strangers, acquaintances, family and friends.

That things will turn out fine. Maybe not how you expect, however.

That you will achieve your dream.

 

 

 


Mind the gap..

Mind the gap

A creative writing piece.  The theme: Mind the gap…

Mind the gap. Follow the rules. Read the map. Follow the masses. Follow the crowds. Mind the gap and sit next to a stranger instead. Smile at them. Mind the gap between the station where you are meant to get off the train and the one where you do actually get off, just so you can keep talking to that person you have just met but feel you have known a lifetime.

Mind the gap between your toes, between your teeth, the gap between us (counted in years, tears, miles or smiles) the gap between your fat jeans and your skinny ones. The gap between hair-colouring weeks when the silver reminds you that you really truly are over 40. Over the hill, never mind the gap.

The gawky gap between childhood and adulthood…fifteen is an age of just in between, no immature habits should even be seen, stop playing with that toy, you’re being a child, act like an adult, now go to your room and No, you can’t call that boy.

The gap between like and lust…between only just losing and being crushed. The gap between a little white lie and the god awful truth. The gap between friends that once were and your real friends.  The gap between mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, mothers and sons, fathers and daughters…the gap between feeling fear and doing it anyway, between trusting your instincts and ignoring others, the gap between knowing what you need to do and actually doing it.

Mind the gap between you and those you hold close. Mind that gap the most, pay attention to cracks, even minor ones, close the gap when it gets too big, build a bridge if you have too, and stuff the gap full of love whenever you can.

Mind the gap. The end.

 

 

 

 


Thoughts on thoughts…

journal 2014

I have been thinking a lot recently – thinking about thoughts…About how our thoughts affect our feelings and then in turn how our emotions then affect our actions. I have also been thinking  about how they are all linked and entwined. Each one seemingly reinforcing the others in how we think, feel and ultimately act.

Like many of us, especially those with a disposition toward creating, it seems, I can easily slip into quite negative thoughts about my creative endeavours which in turn affects my feelings about my art and ultimately my own self. This in turn then affects my actions…my thoughts and emotions sabotage my efforts to succeed…my actions can actually reinforce the negative thoughts and feelings..it can be a vicious negative cycle and hard to break out of.

These pages from my journal are a snap shot of some of my recent thoughts about this process from our thoughts to feelings through to our actions. I realised that I was in fact my own worst enemy. I realised my destructive thoughts were directly affecting my actions toward achieving my creative goals.  The challenge now is to make change. Here is a snapshot of some of my thoughts expressed creatively on some of this…


Happenstance…

happenstance

 

Happenstance, meaning Chance: A chance circumstance or chance encounter.

Meeting someone and in an instance feeling like you have spent your whole life waiting for them, or having an unexpected experience that changes the planned trajectory of your life – that’s Happenstance and it  requires being brave and open to new experiences. .

But happenstance (chance) gets a bad rap these days… “Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t take unnecessary risks. Plan everything. Be organised. Be consistent. Take the low risk option. Play it safe. Take the safe route. Be reliable, etc…” 

But there comes a time for most of us when you just have to follow your heart. Sometimes you have to follow your gut instinct. Or trust a complete stranger. Or take a different path from everyone else. Or offer a stranger assistance. Or do something that really isn’t rational or sensible but somehow makes sense to you in that moment.

Sometimes life really does change direction on the strength of a comment, a glance, a missed train, while waiting at a bus stop, with a strangers smile or a kind offer. Happenstance. My latest word for my collection of words, quotes & musings. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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