became very familiar with the lovely girl at the photo print shop
arranged and rearranged and stitched
to create our Blue Notes book
i hoped that soon i would see some smiles
maybe some happiness
even some tender turning of the pages of this tiny book
after India and I had gifted each class member
the fruits of our preparing labour
with much joy i can say
yes i did
and from those starting moments till the end of our 3 days
there was always smiles and tenderness and gift giving
and even the odd bit of very loud, releasing built up energy hammering in the metal space
which too provided reason for smiles
what blessed joy
thank you #blueswomen who joined us
thank you our tireless host , provider of fresh indigo
and nourishing homegrown and homemade soulfood #tarlaelward
thank you to the powers that be for perfect weather
India and I are plotting and thinking
the next class is in less than 2 weeks over the Tasman
would you believe
one beautiful # blueswoman from the Mount Tamborine class just done
joining us again in the very next class in New Zealand
so modifications are in full swing
and note to self
remember this time to take out the tiny picture capturer
so i too can record
the singing of the blues
following images regrammed on @rozhawker
after the indigo bath
blue flower on the homegrown indigo dye vat
and as a tiny editors note we will be sharing THE WORK of the #blueswomen via the Bower Bird Blues blog the first such post has just beamed in here or by clicking the Bower Bird Blues badge on the side bar for the latest installment
i received a call last week from the curator of the Barossa Regional Gallery
seems my series 'ridgeline' won an award at the Latitude exhibition
you can find images and the story about this work is in my previous post
awards are funny things
after i spoke on the phone i immediately remembered receiving , on a number of occasions
awards that came at the end of a year of sunday school
everyone got one i suppose?
the one pictured above was for 'good attendance '
for showing up , pretty much every week
and funnily enough this particular one is from my time in Cloncurry, which is where the inspiration for ridgeline came ....
the book was a nice reward
as the showing up was the hard bit i am sure
[ having to dress in the good sunday school frock with hat in those days ..hard to imagine now ....
tho at age 11 or whatever , that was pretty much determined by my mother ... as it was back in the day in my household !!! ]
and it is rather how i felt about the exhibition
having my work be selected , get a place in the group , show up , for other eyes
was the hard bit
and in fact , really that was the reward
jenny sages had some interesting things to say about this
the need for an audience
for work to have a voice and a place to be seen
to 'close the circle '
i would like to thank Barossa Gallery for this award
and to my buddy India for advertising the opportunity of this exhibition to those people from further afield
also all those folk who commented on my ridgeline post ..your perspectives and comments on my work is always valued
and thanks to, to my mother and her ordered , constantly moving towns and downsized life
and to my currently fairly calm life
that allowed me to walk straight to a bookcase and find that book
Like most Australians I live on the coastal plains of our continent.
Rainfall and fertile soil create dense populations of both people and vegetation.
But my childhood was spent in other regions.
Places where the flat endless horizon seemed to mark the edge of the earth, and red, yellow and purple rocky hills and mountains showed their aged and rugged faces to the warm sun, their ridgelines dotted randomly by singular tree forms.
Sparse and mohawk like, these tree elders of the interior stand as strong and silent sentinels keeping watch over the ancient lands below
. They map the boundaries of the arid lands, the dry lands, the less hospitable lands and the stories of travels etched deeply into my childhood heart.