Mother's Day is approaching. Fast. Advertisements left right and centre telling me I should buy my mother a present to show her how much I care. Thing is, she's not here.Read More
Today has been a very long one.
Orders to the lab. Answering emails. Making decisions. Making plans for exhibitions. Making progress on work in progress. Paying bills. Coffee with a friend. Working out. Making dinner. Cleaning the sink. Not doing the dishes and feeling guilty but deciding writing’s more important than dishes. That’s how my life rolls. You know how it is.Read More
I was telling someone at training yesterday how I like to look in the mirror as I train. Two reasons. One is because I like to see if I’m doing the movements right. Second reason is because I think I look real good. Not joking. I enjoy seeing my solid healthy body move. My face contort and sweat. I have been working for about five years to get as fit as I am now. It’s never been about achieving a certain weight or body shape. I couldn’t give two flying fks what the scales say.Read More
It is such an honour, when someone trusts you enough to open up in front of you. Let’s you see inside.Read More
And so, the original “it’s beautiful here at the edge” has sold. It’s off to Nelson on Monday.
It’s new owner, B, has children and so I worked with my framer to come up with a solution to make it kid-proof and now it has a double frame and kick-ass museum glass. God it looks goodRead More
Been feeling sick as a dog for two days. Bad headache, shivery then hot. You know how a bad cold goes.
Dragged myself out of bed this morning and into my workroom. I was rewarded by seeing the most beautiful light hitting this artwork.
Not only that, two lovely women came to pick up the print they’d bought of this artwork. They’d bought one for their neighbour, too. J and S brought their neighbour to my place and she had no idea why she was here until I showed her this artwork hanging on the wall and said, this is the gift they’ve bought you. L was overwhelmed and I got tears in my eyes.
It was so lovely to witness the friendship between the three women.
There is NOTHING like the friendship between women. The strength and comfort and understanding and love and safety within it makes the world feel like such damn fine place.
Amazingly enough, buoyed by the lovely interaction this morning, I hardly feel sick at all now… although I may be crawling back to bed this afternoon, lol.
I’ve been doing a helluva lot of thinking lately - thinking about the shape I want to be in now, the shape of my work and life and love.
You know those times where the possibilities seem endless and you think you could just up and change everything.
I’ve been frustrated and lonely and wobbly and not feeling strongly my self, and looking everywhere but inside for the solution. Thinking a new man or a new home or a new studio or a new town might be the solution.
The last few days it’s dawned on me that I like my life pretty much as it is here in this beautiful small wee gentle place. My life is quiet and deeply felt and slowly unfolding at a pace which feels good to me. I’m grieving and living and loving and laughing. Sometimes in the dark, sometimes in the light.
I’m determined to find what’s beautiful in the righthererightnow rather than imagining that perfect life over the rainbow and giving up everything I have built to reach for something that’s not even real. There is no perfect life. No greener grass. You can leave and travel and go somewhere new and have the best new romance, but the thing is you always take your self with you, and all the difficult parts you don’t like eventually show themselves. Once again.
Your self is the thing you gotta get square with.
Forget Everest. Turning and looking inside yourself, prepared to face what you see there, that’s biggest challenge of all. And where the most wildly freeing change can occur.
And so, here I am this morning, rearranging my front room, continuing on at my snail’s pace, pushing my work and self forward each and every day. I didn’t leave town, I didn’t get a big studio or a new home. Instead I brought an old lightbox I did a few years ago out of storage. Setup a new table I can draw on, watch the river and the world go by from. It’s beautiful isn’t it. And it didn’t cost a cent.
I’m in exactly the same place but I feel like I’ve moved a thousand miles from the stuckness I’ve been in for weeks.
Fuck . Perspective is everything.
I completed this painting this morning.
Well, it’s more of a drawing in paint than a “painting” in the conventional sense of the word.
Seen in entirety, and in the light of the world rather than a screen, it is delicate and quiet, just like my feelings about this beautiful moment in time are. It’s taken me two years to make a bit of work that fit the feelings I have for this, that suits the memory.
The words go like this:
When we stand
my fingertips gently
in the groove your spine makes
your hands flat
at the small of my back
when we stand up like that
together in the sunshine
it draws everything that’s important
between our two bodies close
it’s a kind of love song.
I’ve used the words “it’s a kind of love song” before. In an artwork for my mother, as the title of the show I did for her. In that artwork, the words had so much sadness wrapped up in them, because jesus christ when someone is dying you feel your love for them like a song but equally keenly feel the loss so dark and heavy.
This time, in this artwork, the words are light and gentle because standing in that sunshine with him that particular day was just one of those moments I don’t think I’ll ever forget it was so beautiful. Thanks, N, for those years we had. I don’t miss you anymore but damn the memories are good.
I have been working really hard, not sleeping well at night. It's fairly par for the course at this time of getting an exhibition mounted [yup, a private view opens in four weeks]. My head is whirring non-stop with ideas and to-do lists and I find it difficult to stop my bloody brain. I'm normally such a great sleeper, sigh.
On the other hand, man am I getting stuff done! It feels good to be focussed so intently, to feel like it's all going to come together in the end.Read More
These are our days [let's live them fiercely, love]Read More