Freedom. and art. A reflection post Australia Day on the upraised voices of indigenous people all over the world.
Freedom. and art. A reflection post Australia Day on the upraised voices of indigenous people all over the world.
The inspiration for my upcoming exhibition Deluge opening in March 2019, Murwillumbah NSW.
My new art business Creative Paper Collage.
What is it that we do in the world, by what deeds do we wish to be remembered.
Reflecting on creatively, and how a simple walk in the garden can revive our creative spark.
Maintaining artistic momentum through a daily arts practice.
Travel tips for the intrepid traveller including how I learnt to love football.
Reflecting on doors, entrances and exits, endings and new beginnings.
A journey with wildlife veterinarian Marie-Pierre Puech as she works to heal injured or orphaned birds to release them back into the wild.
A workshop of mini artist books gave participants the opportunity to interweave visual sounds to create their own paper dance.
My exhibition to honour the spirits of the women from the Lasalle spinning mills where I had my artist residency.
Flying free like the moths at La Filature artist residency making paper and mono printing.
A fitting tribute to the humble silk worm and its interrupted life cycle at La Filature artist residency.
A tribute to the shuttered windows of Lasalle and its colourful streetscape.
The work we do. I’ve been thinking of that today as I wove strips of photocopied posters advertising the silk industry which dominated the Cévennes up until fifty or so years ago.
Today was a day for tidying up in the studio. Tomorrow I will be joined by a choreographer from Portugal who I hope will bring another way of thinking through movement to this artist space.
Today is le quatorze juillet, the 14th July. In Australia we call it Bastille Day (after the storming of the Bastille during the French Revolution) but in France it is referred to as la fête nationale (national day) and as such is a public holiday.
When things are flowing, you feel like you are dancing. Ideas flow from one thought to the next. Suddenly you are brim full, your body performing a dance of hands…
Today I thought about failure and about the process you go through as you creatively work through your ideas.
When I was in primary school, my grade four teacher called me windbag because I talked so much.