16 November, 2007

Ink & Water

I've been drawing lately. Something I have neglected to do for quite a while now. I've drawn while at a cafe in Kallista, watching in the large space of the open curving window frames, the cockatoos and rosellas battle for their seeds. I drew while at my Mum and Dad's house, with my bare feet slapping the cool wooden floorboards in rhythm to the moaning sounds of old jazz singers flowing through the open rooms. I drew also at the side of M&D's swimming pool, swinging my legs in the warm water, and conjuring up images of the freezing continents, an immense contrast to the weather conditions here in Melbourne these past couple of days.

I've been inspired by the styles of the likes of Hannah Waldron and Camilla Engman, and their simple but elegant line drawings.

I'd forgotten the pure joy of drawing. I'd forgotten the daydreams, and made up worlds one falls into while scrawling and scribing. Lest I forget further.

08 November, 2007

Reading and Weeding

My Melbourne Cup weekend was one of much pleasure and pain... A Saturday night out with my family, provided by my parents, out to Bistro 1 down the thin Little Collins Street was followed by a session at the Princess Theatre of "Phantom of the Opera". Both were thoroughly enjoyable, with the show taking slight preference. I have dreamed of being the Phantom's love, Christine since pre-double digits, so to finally see the performance to the soundtrack I'd long ago memorised was wonderful.
However, as Chris, my boyfriend and I began driving home, my stomach began cramping. By 12 am my stomach had churned enough and was ready to release, through any means how, and it did, much to my displeasure. I was up till 4:30 in the morning completing this routine to the bathroom, then back to the bedroom, and finally was able to rest by 5 am. Sunday was spent sleeping, lying in front to the heater, and feeling sorry for myself.

Recovering on Monday from physical exhaustion was actually quite pleasant, as I was able to almost reach the conclusion of Emily Bronte's "Wuthering Heights". I am currently, at ten pages to go, anticipating the thrilling closure. The strangely incestuous relations between those residing at The Grange and The Heights is almost as compelling as Heathcliff's dedicated affection for his Cathy, and his contrasting detest for every other earthly specimen.
I also found the day a perfect opportunity to begin the therapeutic folds of the origami crane, formed from the discarded pages of an old Oxford World Atlas {perhaps my next post will include a picture}.

I discovered I won $20 in the Tuesday family Cup sweep that I hadn't even pitched in for, indeed I was very lucky! Don't ask me what horse won, though.....

On Wednesday, I decided to begin weeding the garden. A massive task for those who live on a large block of land, and choose to focus always on cleaning the inside of the house and ignore the outside. As you could guess, there is a long way to go. I hope to achieve more tomorrow.

In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed the few photos I took on my SLR around the house.