August 3, 2016
Long ago, when my sons went to school, they each in turn came home in Year 1 or 2 saying it wasn’t fair that they didn’t paint much anymore, or play games in class, like in Prep (the first transitional year of school).
Learning gradually became less about play and more about absorbing the knowledge of others.
Speaking with a friend today about joining a drawing class she said no I can’t draw. Oh but I did a watercolour workshop once, every day for a week, but failed miserably. I asked how so? In reply, one of those stories came out where the teacher’s rigid method and criticism left no room to move, and no desire or confidence to paint again.
Lately I’ve started to paint again, with watercolour also. Just playing really. To reacquaint myself with what watercolour is, what it does, what I can learn, what I can encourage it to do.
February 4, 2014
Having a small boy around for 4 days over New Year I learnt many things.
How to excavate a pile of dirt to find fossils.
How to build a cardboard sky-scraper with a draw-bridge and round windows and flying creatures that park in those windows.
The importance of ducking when chasing said boy around kid-sized play equipment.
How to persuade a person to eat French toast by sprinkling it with cinnamon sugar, and eat vegetables by adding a cheesy white sauce.
How to take photographs of interesting things at knee level.
Squids are jet-propelled.
According to his grandfather, Sam said his visit here was better than he thought it would be.
And now for your viewing pleasure here are a couple of images by Sam. So good.
March 26, 2013
Today my youngest son Tom is 25 years old.
Although he lives away, I think of him out there in the world, living his brave and colourful life.
This week my exhibition, Elemental, opens at Wangaratta Art Gallery. My sons will be there, and it’s a marvel how happy that makes me feel. A strange business, being a happy parent. Taming this too enthusiastic joy down to a less embarrassing version of delight when they’re around.
Happy birthday my dear Tom.
February 8, 2013
Well it’s been a while but it’s time to begin this story again. The stumbling block was a silly mistake of mine – I accidentally deleted most of the images off this blog, and realising the enormity of the task of reposting them, I ignored the whole thing for as long as I could. Over the next little while all or most will be restored.