Last night, I picked up a journal of mine from 2001, and began to read. At the time I was living in a small town in NSW, Australia.
August 12th, 2001 I spent the afternoon shooting film with Megan; milking sheds, farm houses, a lovely old Bedford truck next to the beautiful classic 19th century kitchen that I could only look at - breath taken by the authenticity of its contents. The man cornered in his armchair, cosy & snug in his chosen spot to watch the footy from the 14" TV way up high in the corner. Fresh logs chopped up to light the stove. Old kettles. Sugar & spice ceramic jars inbuilt into the wall. An old table with matching chairs. The afternoon light shining on the old Bedford past the old man's face next to the window. The light catches the doorhandle of the truck. I photograph it with 400 asa & red filter, my Nikon F90X ready in hand. The kitchen smelt like salami, and I liked the smell. There was a little room like Grandma's secret room - with couches & lazy boys & a fireplace. A gallery of family photos dating back to the 1800s. Gumboots by the door. I craved my own home. I loved taking photos today. We caught reflections of naked trees in water - so still it appeared as glass. We climbed through barbed wire fences to get our shot, Megan even got an electric shock & I had to get untangled from the fence. The lengths we go for our passions.
The act of writing in a journal, has always been close to my heart.
Making them has stemmed from my love of writing,
and always searching for journals.
Also, the act of making - working with my hands,
I would spend so long in the darkroom, which I no longer have.
Lately I've taken to creating a new line of necklaces. It stemmed from trying to focus on clearing out some of my studio stash - and failing miserably at taming the creative lion along the way. So, I let him out. As you do. Hence, I worked amongst a plethora of leather bits, fabric, trims, lace & thread - with stains on my fingers from hand-aging some old wooden spools, which caught my eye as well. I think in this life, I may have benefited by being part octopus. I am sure many of you artist readers can relate to bouts of creative inactivity, as much as times you really do have the best of intentions to do as many things at once, in case the ideas slip away as fast as they arrive. Grab them or they are gone, right? So these little ones appeared. A few have sold, but I have shared the images below. I am enjoying these little things - and seemingly, happily - so are my lovely customers. You can find my miniature wearables for sale HERE Back to the piles of stuff...........