Continue reading “Out of Reach – Unable to Visit Mum”
She’s an explorer, a biologist, a philosopher … and, in the sunshine, a precious jewel with crown of silver filaments; golden wrinkles and ruby kisses.
Continue reading “Three Trees and a Rock”
At the top I perched on the large rock for a rest and was unexpectedly hit like a ton of bricks by a thought.
Continue reading “Remote Gardening”
The purchases were carefully placed into every available space of the car so there was no option but to shove our parents in at the last minute.
Continue reading “Living between two Shores”
It’s not been a matter of ticking boxes – been there, done that – but more a time of navigating by intuition and sailing around my heart.
Spending time with my elderly parents is more adrenaline pumping than a roller coaster ride.
It’s a measure of the greatest sister in the world, that she should get up at 4am on her day off … just for me.
Sandwiched between every airport goodbye and hello are millions of family members who cope with living apart.
Continue reading “Uncomfortable Stories”
How do you explain the horrendous to ears that don’t want to hear? You write it, make pictures of it, sing it, dance it – use all devices to connect with the emotions – to tell the stories in different ways.
Visiting NIROX was the last day of my five month overseas trip. I’d travelled to discover more of myself and hoped to wrap up the disparate parts of my life in some sort of neat bow. Of course that is not possible but this exhibition themed – ‘Not a Single Story’ – was a perfect ending (or was it just the beginning?!) of my travels inside and out.
I learned 8 things this about Art that day:
Just a pile of stones pfft …
She’s constantly in training though she cannot see the finishing line and has no idea when THE final race will be.