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Art school daze

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Well, I did look into going back to art school...and the news is, I applied to the local Tafe college and within a week, got an offer and have accepted it.  So, back to being a student next year!  It's exciting and frightening at the same time.  What will it be like being in the classroom with a whole bunch of people who are probably at least 30 years my junior?  I do like being around younger people because I'm interested in how they think and how they mature into themselves.  The whole purpose of going back to school is to expose myself to other experiences.  I think it's essential as we age, to keep engaged in the world.  As I've gotten older, I find that I've become much less tolerant of some things (Science denialists and superficial politicians), yet much more easy going about other things (failures, perfection, change). "Fear"... I'm still on the fence about that one.  

Day Trippin

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Monkey with a hangover. Odd, tipple loving bear.  Went for a little jaunt to the Vintage Markets again.  It was a semi-successful excursion.  I bought a vintage cake decorating set and a magazine (Forgot to take pics of those.)  At home, I made this collage while listening to Patti Smith's album "Horses".  It was delightfully nostalgic and made me feel like an "Artiste".  

Midlife crisis and artistic isolation.

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 I must admit, I've been feeling creatively isolated lately...I am not socially isolated, I have close, loved people in my life, but I don't know any artists anymore.   The other day, I went to The Door Gallery cafe in the Old Papermill arts precinct.  It was a beautiful Spring day and all the outdoor tables were taken by "The Bohemians", the artistic oldies,  all with glasses of wine and cheese boards in the middle of the day on a Friday. It made me feel quite wistful for my own bohemian days.   I've been thinking of my time at Uni a lot lately.  I remember it as being a protracted time of confusion and angst...but also, it was a time of recklessness and abandon and I really feel less colourful these days because I've left that identity behind. I am so nostalgic for hot Summer days in the studio, just puddling about with paints and paper, in the midst of a whole lot of other artists doing the same.  I really believe art school is like finding a second family,

Trip to Geelong Vintage Market.

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More cookbooks to devour and destroy. Dashing cats.   What can I say?....Cursed. Mmmmm. Succulents.... I had this bag in red, back in the 70's.  

Blogs, writing and being on The Spectrum.

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The posse Recent artwork Limeburners Bay Geelong  I love reading blogs.  Is that even a thing these days?  What I love about blogs is that entry into someone else's life.  I have such an immense gratitude for bloggers who are chronic chroniclers.  They are so generous in opening their lives to strangers such as me. These people are so trusting and I love their pure willingness to share the details of their lives.  That is something I struggle with and I would like to change that. The truth is that being an adult autistic woman, I've spent my life researching other people, it's how I learnt to speak the social language... I studied people and took on their mannerisms, demeanour and language.  This is called "Masking" and autistic girls and women are usually masters of this, much to the detriment to their sense of selves and energy. It's what we did to survive.  For me, the result has been difficulty in revealing my true self.  When I was younger, I didn't e
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From my garden. Not from my garden :(  Who doesn't love a mild, still Spring day?  I just feel so incredibly happy now that the short, cold days of Winter are receding and making way for colour, scent, sound and visual treats!  I've just come back from walking the dogs with D.D.  We walked by the river, meandering to The Door Gallery Cafe at the old papermills.  We sat outside and enjoyed a latte while talking about puppies...really, life cannot get much better! I want to welcome you to my blog, where I will enthuse about pets, plants, books, writing and art.  Now that Spring is here, I hope I can pull myself away from the outdoors to write a little about what makes my life meaningful.  In the next post I plan to introduce myself further, in the meantime, I hope you are able to get outside and breathe in that warm, floral-scented air!