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Landscape acrylic

Finished a literature assignment so rewarded myself by painting.

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Homestead.

Mixed media on canvas.

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Still life with Marigolds

Mixed media on canvas.

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Writing, IF Maitland and freedom

I thought that when I was granted disability pension, that I would be free from the hassles of looking for work which I couldn’t do anyway, and have more time for me. Well, although the engagements I take to read some of my poetry, memoirs or short stories have been enjoyable, there are many. I barely have time for a cuppa or an afternoon rest. I’m so glad to have been accepted and welcomed into the literary community of the Hunter Valley.

Last weekend I was at the first ever IF (Independent artists Festival) in Maitland. I couldn’t help but fill my day and early evening with Seminars, workshops and readings. I participated in the Open Mic Slam Poetry event in the early evening, before going home to collapse and sleep right through the next day.

20200229_105131I started the day with a hearty farmers breakfast at Maitland Regional Art Gallery (MRAG), where on the lawn outside, a gent was reciting to a young audience some children’s stories and an art installation called Visual Busking was  taking place.

I went then to Sun Street Studios where I was blessed to hear writers of three different genre discuss the process of writing and producing their works. The MC was Karen Crift from the Hunter Writers Centre. The speakers were a music and lyric writer Ricky, who used music as a therapy with disabled and marginalised people at Mai- Well, Michelle Reidy, a writer of short stories and poetry, which she used for therapy and Liz a film script writer as well as working in clay and dance as therapies. The Seminar was entitled Image may contain: possible text that says 'The Power of the Pen & brush!' To of the three writers also used art as therapy. We heard how the writers used their writing not only to convey a message to others but at times the work could be cathartic, healing if you will, to help them get something off their chests and out of their system. I could really relate to this as I do the same. I use writing to express anger and love alike. I generally can write a piece quickly and after a glance and quick edit, I get almost immediate relief from the issue that has been plaguing me. Fiction can be used as a real escape and a safe place to explore an issue outside of self, letting the characters in the story deal with things that we in the real world find difficult to handle.

Sometimes writing is not for others but for an audience of one, yourself. Somethings are not for publication whereas in other cases, our writing could be something that we want to share with the world.

All agreed it was healthy to seek others out who write, as writing can be a very isolating occupation. Being with others in the same occupation can assist you to discover how to improve or do things a little differently.20200229_121809

Artwork to me is like a reward. I don’t really allow myself to do major works until I have accomplished something significant. If there is a challenge which I have finally met and overcome the procrastination bug which is buried deep under my skin, I allow myself to pick up a brush, put some colour on it and throw it at a canvas. It is often something that I cannot express freely in words but find easier to express in a picture. A lot of time I draw wild animals or native birds, just to represent the freedom that they have and that I long for.

The next event at the IF festival was a workshop which was held by Michelle Reidy. It was to further explore writing as a therapy. We discovered what it was to write stream of consciousness. Letting the mind and the pen go where it will. We did exercises where we were given a prompt in the form of a word or picture. It amazed me as to what came from my hand when I am just letting it flow.

From there I went to enjoy refreshments and the Poetry Slam event at the Pourhouse which had some wonderful guest poets including Tug Dumbly. Poets from all ages and genres recited their works which were designed to “comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable” (Banksy).

I’m afraid I was unable to stay for the whole session and had to admit defeat. The mind was full of new ideas and and story lines I would like to run with, but the body was weary and so I succumbed to the need for rest and the land of dreams

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Firefighter

Quick acrylic painting of a firefighter. This is a plan for a big oil canvas for the Blake Prize.

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Some kind of parrot

20200122_113929I did this while in the blood transfusion chair. Its just in pencit as an initial sketch. I will eventually do it in acrylic then on a plate and mug. Only have limited space in the hospital to do this  so please excuse if its not very good.

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Sculptures by the Sea 2019

Each year in Bondi Australia, there is an exhibition of sculptures, which because of their proximity to the ocean, is called Sculptures By the Sea. Here is a selection of photos that I took of some of the bizarre sculptures presented.

 

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Birds of a feather part 2

Here is the second installment of bird pictures.

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Old Ocker Aussie. First attempt

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Sunrise on Brighton Beach

I took these photos a while ago. I was making use of my insomnia. At 4 am one morning I walked down to the beach and took these sunrise photos. The colours have not been altered. I may have experimented a little with the aperture and shutter-speed, but as the sun rose above the colours and then was hidden again from view, the colours changed. A man stood on the beach singing worship songs and welcomed the new day. Joggers worshiped their own bodies as they ran past, oblivious to the beauty that was emerging beyond. A plane takes off, with the start of the new day, new adventures await those on board the plane. The rowing crew pauses for a breather and watch as God paints the sky. I included a few photos from the other side of the bay, which I took at Sunset a few nights later. I have presented these photos as a slideshow. Enjoy and feel free to share it.

Dave

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