“An aboriginal man once came backstage after a show and said to me in a kindly voice, “Where’s your dance? I used to like your dance, you’ve lost your dance mate, you’ve gotta find your dance.” So, I set out in search of it, looking here, there and everywhere in all corners of the globe. Quite soon I realized that “finding my dance” is an inner search, and that whilst I may never truly find it, it matters not. What’s important is to keep searching, and in the process, refine and simplify the steps.”Colin Hay
December 12, 2012
Gotta find my dance!
December 2, 2012
Jack London is King
To take a quote out of my current read ‘Jack London is King’ -Alexander Supertramp
This is what Chris McCandless carved into a piece of wood discovered at the site of where his body was found in 1992, along with that a pile of books and few other possessions. I wholeheartedly agree with this claim – the world London creates is a romantic emersion into the wilderness. (and yes, i am indulging in ‘INTO THE WILD’ by Jon Krakauer.)
What i am enjoying most about this read are the short excerpts taken from the books found with McCandless in that bus in Alaska. So many of these short snippets of literature put you in the head space of where someone who feels life is only pure when in the wild and all else is excessive. Whilst I appreciate these ideals, I don’t think i could fulfil the desire to walk into the wild as he did.
I just settle for the wilderness of Tasmania from the safety of Launceton.
This particular excerpt is such a visual and romantic idea of the wilderness, I thought I would share...
– Jack London ‘WHITE FANG’.
This is what Chris McCandless carved into a piece of wood discovered at the site of where his body was found in 1992, along with that a pile of books and few other possessions. I wholeheartedly agree with this claim – the world London creates is a romantic emersion into the wilderness. (and yes, i am indulging in ‘INTO THE WILD’ by Jon Krakauer.)
What i am enjoying most about this read are the short excerpts taken from the books found with McCandless in that bus in Alaska. So many of these short snippets of literature put you in the head space of where someone who feels life is only pure when in the wild and all else is excessive. Whilst I appreciate these ideals, I don’t think i could fulfil the desire to walk into the wild as he did.
I just settle for the wilderness of Tasmania from the safety of Launceton.
This particular excerpt is such a visual and romantic idea of the wilderness, I thought I would share...
Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness – a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.
– Jack London ‘WHITE FANG’.
October 18, 2012
Getting lost in Les Arts Decoratifs, Paris
Today was a special day.
Today, I took my mother on a visit to the bijoux collection at Les Arts Decoratifs in Paris to say thankyou. Thankyou for teaching me about Art Nouveau when i was a child. Thankyou for supporting me through art school and all the crazy ideas before I finally made the decision to be an artist. Thankyou for understanding that sometimes the paths we choose in life have to be taken - even if they are not the most financially successful.
Her passion for Klimt and all things Art Nouveau when i was a child, sparked my obsession for nature inspired arts. It wasn't until my move to Tasmania, that the direct artistic influence and natural inspiration came together.
Nothing has ever come close than the contentment i have felt this week. I stood by as my mum finally saw the original artworks we drooled over since I was a child.
Some of the designers include:
Rene Lalique, George de Ribaucourt, Paul Vever and George Fouquet (just to name a few).
In addition to the jewellery collection we got to enjoy - there was a temporary exhibition of Van Cleef and Arpels.
Not being a fan of expensively sparkly jewels that would drape Elizabeth Taylor - I was not as excited. However, today i got lost in the bling of it all and my jaw dropped at the technical precision of these hand crafted works. I watched a documentary on their processes and was followed by rainbows across the gallery floor from the multitude of diamonds that were squeezed into every crevis of gold on display.
Today - I appreciated bling!
Today, I took my mother on a visit to the bijoux collection at Les Arts Decoratifs in Paris to say thankyou. Thankyou for teaching me about Art Nouveau when i was a child. Thankyou for supporting me through art school and all the crazy ideas before I finally made the decision to be an artist. Thankyou for understanding that sometimes the paths we choose in life have to be taken - even if they are not the most financially successful.
Her passion for Klimt and all things Art Nouveau when i was a child, sparked my obsession for nature inspired arts. It wasn't until my move to Tasmania, that the direct artistic influence and natural inspiration came together.
Nothing has ever come close than the contentment i have felt this week. I stood by as my mum finally saw the original artworks we drooled over since I was a child.
Some of the designers include:
Rene Lalique, George de Ribaucourt, Paul Vever and George Fouquet (just to name a few).
In addition to the jewellery collection we got to enjoy - there was a temporary exhibition of Van Cleef and Arpels.
Not being a fan of expensively sparkly jewels that would drape Elizabeth Taylor - I was not as excited. However, today i got lost in the bling of it all and my jaw dropped at the technical precision of these hand crafted works. I watched a documentary on their processes and was followed by rainbows across the gallery floor from the multitude of diamonds that were squeezed into every crevis of gold on display.
Today - I appreciated bling!
April 23, 2012
a night of folk...
What better way to spend my first night back in Brisbane (after 2 months back in Tassie) than with my bestie, red wine and a live music gig.
I was blindly led to the Black Bear Lodge last night. Paid my $20 at the door for the line up of:
Microwave Jenny
and the mesmorising
KIM CHURCHILL
I was blindly led to the Black Bear Lodge last night. Paid my $20 at the door for the line up of:
Microwave Jenny
and the mesmorising
KIM CHURCHILL
April 12, 2012
A happy swing and a pretty tune...
I have only a few days left in beautiful Tassie and I finally found a tree that a dear friend showed me when i first arrived back. A simple detour off the zigzag track - a track i've walked hundreds of times. And here it is... A happy place on a swing enveloped in a beautiful old tree.
Last night I found this beautiful cover by Bon Iver.
Thought i'd share...
April 10, 2012
April 2, 2012
Jóhann Jóhannsson
When i was a child, I would fall asleep under the piano as my mother played. Since then, I have always enjoyed sleeping and getting lost in thought to piano. Jóhann Jóhannsson is no exception to that dreamlike state I find myself in when I listen to the contemporary use of piano and his atmospheric sound.
My favourite...
And another one...
My favourite...
And another one...
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