Textural painting

Been experimenting with textural painting in the studio this week.
It's a bit hard to show the texture in a flat photo, but hopefully you get the idea.
Experiment #1.

The Farm, original art by Kel ©2009

Experiment #2.

Chunky Love, original art by Kel © 2009

For my first attempt at something new, I'm quite happy with them.
A larger piece is already underway - which Mr X defined as "more mature in style" - when he stuck his head in to see what I was up to. "Oh," I exclaimed, "so these two are immature?"
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Appearances can be deceiving

when a previous employer who retrenched you, mouths words of support to your face, then sabotages your application when you go for a job with their competition . . .

when tradies see our home and think they can charge double their going rate, because it appears like we have money . . .

when the outlaws phone weekly for long chats when they don't normally, but they're coming to visit for a week, so thought they'd better make an effort . . .

despite my best efforts to have faith in others, all recent evidence supports the case against

yes - things are not what they seem

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Art Attack: cartoon character


This little guy appeared out of nowhere in the studio the other day.
Not sure what he's up to - but he looks like fun. There hasn't been much of that around here lately, so it was nice of him to drop in. I called him Beebo.

Why not have an art attack and create your very own cartoon character. As you can see by my example, this is not about creating a Monet or Michelangelo masterpiece (although they could be good names for a cartoon character).

Gather some paper and drawing tools of your choice. Then just start doodling. Or draw some of your favourite shapes using your favourite colours. When you've finished the doodle, turn it upside down, left or right. You may find that by connecting a few doodle lines and colouring in some of the spaces, a funky little character with it's own personality might emerge.

Listen carefully and your cartoon character may even have a message for you.
Beebo's message? "play - float - love - listen".

Wanna' join in the fun?
Post your response on your blog and leave a comment below.

Me & Skippy



aha
apparently my affinity with kangaroos started when I was very young
I was about two in this photo, which would explain the fountain hairdo
maybe i should post this photo up on the front deck
then our local kangaroos will know
i am friend

Hope floats


acrylic on canvas by Kel ©2009

When there are no words,
there is always art.
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Active bushfire map

The Sentinel website we usually go to for updated maps when bushfire is active, has been so heavily loaded, it's not functioning properly. This map on google offers visuals of where the fires are currently and other information as collated by Fairfax.

Victorian Bushfires


No flames near us, but plenty of smoke and ash.

After the hottest day on record for Victoria, and an unsettled night with little sleep, we were woken early this morning with a phone call from America. "How are you coping?"

They had seen news reports of the fires, and reports being released this morning of 25 confirmed dead, possibly 40.

In the summer of 2006 the fires were right on our doorstep. This year, they are still in Gippsland, but quite a distance away at this point. We turned on the news this morning to see images of other parts of Victoria, in particular, Kinglake engulfed in fire. Our hearts sank with reports of major loss of property and deaths. Friends had left here last year for a new life in Kinglake. Mad scramble to find our phones. Do we still have their mobile number. No, I only have their landline from when they lived here.

Mr X finds a mobile number - emotions are raw. What do we do. Ring, SMS, wait? What if we ring and no-one answers. What if we ring and they have bad news to report? What if . . . I remember when we had floods and I was fielding many phone calls every day. While it was nice to know people were thinking of us in time of crisis, it was exhausting re-telling things every few minutes. So I sent our friends an SMS - "R U guys OK?"

A few minutes later we get an SMS reply with photos - obviously they have been inundated with calls - and had set up a little photo message to send people. They and their two girls are OK. Their house survived too. Relief. Then tears.

This morning, our eyes are red and our floors are black. When the wind changed direction at about 10pm last night, it bought with it thick black clouds of ash. Mr X ran outside and undid all the downpipes, so the ash couldnt' get into our water tanks and taint the supply. The wind was cooler, so we opened the windows to cool down and try to get some sleep. But it bought the smoke and ash inside. Our house smells like a smokey campsite now, and the floors (actually every surface) are covered with a fine black film of soot.

The pets are scatty, the kangaroos are scoffing down water from the trough we've set up for them, there's a yellow tinge in the sky - but relief is in sight.
Yesterday was 46.1C (115F). Today it's 22.

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Update: the death toll of these fires is rising every hour - currently at 132 people. As Prime Minister Kevin Rudd said on the news today, "the arsonists are mass murderers".

Recess time!

Remember the days in the old schoolyard?
What did recess mean to you?
Play, fun, flavoured milk . . . the stuff of childhood memories.

Now we are adults - and if we are to believe the media, and what our ex-boss told us, and what our bank balance is screaming at us, we are in serious times. No fun allowed.

Sark puts a twist on the whole recession thing. It helped me remember to breathe. And I thought you might like it too.