Sunday, March 12, 2017


I painted this. It's not for school, it's for sale. Acrylics on canvas, 50cm x 60cm. I love painting. 

Saturday, March 11, 2017


Miss B and I got up today and decided we needed a trip to the country. We went to the Cooma Show, which was quite delightful, and then proceeded to Jindabyne.

It's nice to see different sky and different paddocks as we decompress from what has been in intense 12 months (add about 10 years).

Friday, March 10, 2017

The week

The weeks go by so quickly. With five days of art and seven days of life, another week has gone.

In art we are working on major projects and I've spent two days painting/drawing experimental sky works. My major drawing work has evolved beyond my expectations or plans, from an original idea involving Lake Burley Griffin. Last year I walked the Bridge to Bridge around part of the lake many, many times and took photographs, so there is much material on which to draw (so to speak).

Yesterday I drew in ink and watercolours, sky studies. Today I was cutting those studies up to use as pieces in a collage when my teacher suggested we scan one image and do some magic on Photoshop.

The best thing about this art course is that our subjects are called (Art) Investigation and we are allowed to experiment and "play".

So much has happened outside school this week. The beautiful husband of one of my most gorgeous friends has died, after a short but terrible illness. Today I learned off the death of a former colleague.
Two of my brothers stayed last night. The young people in my life are making grand plans for their futures. It is a joy and privilege to be in the lives of all these people.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

On the bus

Four days a week I catch the bus to school. It goes from around the corner to my school and I figure it's good to get out and about with the real people after years of driving everywhere. It also gets me walking again, after a sprained ankle late last year stopped me in my tracks.

Canberra is such a small place that if I catch the same bus every morning I get the same driver, and the same thing happens in the afternoon. The afternoon driver should really get an award for friendliness. He greets every passenger and farewells them when they leave. Yesterday, he helped an older passenger by lifting her walker off the bus and then arranged her shopping bags.

"See you next time," he said as he hopped back aboard the bus.

I use bus time to think and to take photographs that I will incorporate into one of my art projects this year.

This is the view towards Parliament Houses, old and new, as we cross Anzac Parade.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Downtown Downton

Miss B has been asking me to watch Downton Abbey with her for ages. I finally relented a couple of weeks ago and we are still bingeing. Now up to Season 5 ... some of it I love and other parts of it I find sad and mean and bullying ... but I like that we are spending the time watching it.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

The daily blog

It seemed like a good idea to blog every day this year. Now, I'm not so sure. I am studying art full-time and while I have plenty to say, I'm not sure that it needs to be said.