T1ny Adventure

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".  

 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 findin...

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.  

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 young...