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13 April 2011

No 48: Childhood



Childhood, for me at least consisted of games, books, imagination, cubby houses, animals and the seaside. My father was the park ranger of Freycinet National Park on the east coast of Tasmania and so growing up was done in and amongst glorious landscapes, where I had the whole national park as my playground. I suppose because we were a little isolated, much of my time was spent playing with my sisters, but a whole lot of it was spent reading books. I remember being so excited to discover the school library, and realising that I was allowed to borrow all these books, take them home for a week or two and then get more! It was heaven to my six year old mind. Monsters and fairies, witches and wizards - they were all my companions. And so now, when I think of childhood, I remember the amazing time I had, how privileged I was to be blessed with an imagination and how lucky I was to have had parents who encouraged it!

I'm thinking these one-eyed monsters might be resurrected at some point as a kids range of cards or wrapping paper. Or perhaps I might, one day, create a small children's book to give a new bubba? Maybe these could be the characters... Oh the possibilities.

03 April 2011

No. 58: A Kick to the Head






So naturally, a ninja. But if truth be told, its because I haven't yet mastered noses or mouths!

The List

Just because it can be difficult to find on the link (requires the odd bit of scrolling etc)... Here's the official list of 100 things I am attempting to draw or sew or photograph or whatever, as a part of my self imposed artistic challenge...

1. Introduction
2. Nurture
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Rainbow
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can’t
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. Relaxation

02 April 2011

No. 25 Trouble Lurking





We are almost done here in Kowanyama... We fly out on April 15 to Cairns - my my we are looking forward to that glass of wine! Its strictly dry here, unlike Lajamanu where we were able to get an alcohol license. And the penalties are up to a $75,000 fine for smuggling it in! The work has been quite cruisey though, we haven't got burnt out so thats refreshing. Plan is to have a week off before doing another 7-8 week contract. This time we are considering doing a little ED somewhere just for a change from primary health care.

In the meantime, I have been continuing along my artistic challenge. Today's effort: Trouble Lurking. There are a huge amount of crows around the town. I kind of like them. Apparently, they are incredibly intelligent too. They recognise faces, can identify patterns and problem solve. So Rob's thought is that you don't want to mess with one. And it would be far easier to subvert them with meat and cheese! He's been popping little tidbits out for the locals and I must admit watching them swoop in to collect the morsels has been quite entertaining.

They do have a reputation for being a gothic metaphor for death, darkness and the like and now I think about it, lurking. So nice.