one more week no.8

its like a play, or a show, like having an opening night at the theatre, the lights, this is a real thing, i have never realised the intensity of putting your artwork out there to the public in such a fashion. i am very chuffed and looking forward to the process. now the paintings are all done, nearly all framed, all varnished and clean, finality of string and hammering, the placement and positioning of items on white walls, of paintings and drawings, of installing and installating.

i only ever had dreamed of having an exhibition one day. and now that day has come, and i am so thrilled. jen is a fantastic friend and a momentous artist to work with too, we have always had a genuinely strong friendship, one that travels deep within the creative realm, it is so very cool to have a friend like that, we have been talking art since we met when we were 17 years old, working on a cotton farm along the wanaaring road just out of bourke, new south wales. fresh out of highschool, giggling young girls, from there our worlds went in different directions, but we always found some time to inspire each other creatively with no effort really. it is i suppose a natural gleaning, our friendship. the smiles and the laughter, it does not cease. so it is only correct that we should have an exhibition celebrating the beauty of flowers together. of course!

last year was the first year i decided to really deepen the devotion of my artistic endeavours. work, life, family responsibilities change through the years or passage of one’s life and i see that alongside these other things we transform as humanity does. we metamorphose into different people than we were before, moving through our lives, with our own memos and itineraries. i love to look back to history, in times gone by. and i also love to look forward to futuristicness. so as an artist i am on this journey, there is no going back, i am here for all that it is, for now anyhow. oh, the creative wonderful life.

onwards and upwards…