Does it really matter? Not to me, I have to admit. It doesn’t matter if something is dead or alive, there is still much beauty to be found. In fact I used to love to shoot dead flowers when I was … Continue reading
I’m on a pathway of learning to love what I am, what I have and who I am.
It’s not that I won’t be trying to improve, but I’ve come to realise that I waste a great deal of energy lamenting what is NOT present in my life, my body and my immediate world.
Of course this is destructive, wasteful and poor management of energy, among other things!
So it is a year of moving forward, perhaps not without fear, but THROUGH fear. Yes, I do that every year. I guess I want to leap a little further, a little higher, be airborne a little longer.
Perhaps I have already learnt to trust myself more and that it’s ok to spread my wings further without knowing what will happen.
What will happen is life – as always – abundant with the full spectrum of emotions and experiences.
I’m a private person and sometimes that prevents me from exposing myself as utterly as art does. It also leaves me feeling as though I have nothing to “say”.
So rather than concerning myself too much with that, I will just BE.
So here is me, trying something new, learning to look up at the abundant sky – simultaneously reminding me how minuscule and integral I am.
I hope you enjoy…
After more than a year in my new home, my garden is still giving me great surprises with what comes up in each new season.
It’s hard not to get out the macro lens and show my appreciation, so I have done it again, focussing this time on a gorgeous purple bulb that seemed to shoot up out of nowhere!
It reminds me to keep on keeping on, as you never know what is around the corner. So here is a little visual thank you to the universe that is my garden, doing it’s own amazing thing.
And may we all continue to do our own amazing thing, even if it takes getting through those winters to rise up and greet the sunshine with everything we have to offer.
And we all DO have something to offer!
You could say that I am back to where I started.
If you have been with me from my first post, you may remember some images of a fabulous dancer/choreographer and teacher, Helena Yuk.
I have just finished hanging a series of artwork featuring Helena, at the Art Gallery of Ballarat.
Dance is often described as a series of snapshots that you are asked to create. Going beyond that, it is also the transition between those snapshot moments that really creates the story and draws us in as an audience.
In this series I wanted to show a sense of the transitions as well as the arrived at places.
I feel as though that’s where half the magic is.
To see the rest of the series, you’d have to swing by the Art Gallery of Ballarat, Victoria!
I know, it’s Christmas season.
A time renowned for joy, celebration and reunion.
But in looking more closely (with my macro lens) at a beautiful plant that I received as a gift recently, my thoughts go to those people I love whose Christmases are tarnished by deep sorrow and longing, reflection and agonising grief.
Hence it’s the succulent that grabs me. It has a remarkable ability to withstand “unfavourable” circumstances.
It remains plump and full of water, while temperatures soar internally.
Remarkably, it creates it’s own humidity with a waxy, hairy or spiny outer surface that reduces the air movement near it’s surface.
So if you don’t appear like others this Christmas, if you need to retain water or become more spiky on the surface, or create your own micro-habitat to survive, I’m thinking of you.
And I am wholeheartedly grateful for all that I have not lost.
Recently I attended a Choreographic workshop at Chunky Move studios.
There I met a dancer by the name of Rain Francis.
I had an idea for a portrait and after seeing Rain perform in Melenie Crowe’s ‘Duality’, it seemed that she might be just the right person for the shoot.
I’m in a new town
In actual fact, it’s really an old town, with a colourful history – only new to me.
What I notice and admire in a new town, is old things.
Many times in the man made and in the natural world, I admire age.
Age, ageing, aged.
It occurs to me as it often does, that we as humans too often don’t allow ourselves a similar kind of admiration.
So this series is in appreciation of age and it’s beauty.
It’s colour, vibrancy, complexity and detail.
My dad chuckled as he told me I was “Cooking up a good story”, his dad-joke being a pun on the fate of my relative, the Reverend Thomas Baker. I believe that he was my maternal Grandfather’s Uncle.
He became known as “Boots”, because that is all that was left of him after a tribe in Fiji made a meal of him, in 1867!
In other news, my great great grandmother, who was the lady of the house and eloped to Australia with the butler, was given a recipe book by her aunt, dated 1858.
Can you see how these stories might inspire some integration?
To add a little of the modern touch, x-ray images of my own and my family’s body parts make a ghostly appearance.
So far they are looking a little like this….
So, we shall see where this project goes, but we do know how the story ends.
Again the body and it’s amazing myriad of experiences and sensations is my ultimate inspiration for my photographic artwork.
Today my images were inspired by some one very dear to me.
All the colour and vibrancy of her charm is present
All the cheek and wit that endears her is full
But a murky pond of illusions clouds her vision, greys her day
For a girl who’s finding it hard to see
A challenge to focus and hold to dreams…… all my love xo
Stepping back into the world of weddings again, what makes a wedding special to me and I believe to most guests, are those personal touches. Being not afraid to be yourselves, marked by a special place, symbols, words and items that are uniquely you as a couple.
Lisa and Andrew chose quite a secluded and magical spot that held great personal significance to them. This is why the images I made of them, (particularly the first one) so strongly feature the surrounding trees and water.