Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Grrl+dog studio tour
When you haven't been able to set foot in your studio for three months, the next best thing is to tidy up. Then take pictures and chimp them on every social media platform there is.
I am chimping and pimping. This is a sneaky sideways way of sliding in to the studio without officially being there.
I have to do it when I'm not looking, otherwise I can't go in.
One of the ways adults "play" with their toys is to sort, tidy and clean them,
Rubbish! I had had a nice tea party with these two. We ate butterfly cakes with real butterflies, and fairy bread with....yep.
And this lady had to be kept under glass. Dorothy Mort was arrested in Sydney for murder. She was let out on bail and never seen again.
Now Dorothy has no legs. We have nice chats, where she tells me about her old boyfriends, the ones she didn't murder.
There are the bones of a ring tail possum in the jar there, alongside a silver napkin ring with my mothers initials on it. It survived the war because my grandfather buried it, like so many other Germans defending their homes and their daughters against the Russians.
Fallen bird nests and ring tail possum bones.
Treasure shells from a week by the sea with the Bruce and the gorgeous man.
A photo of my dad with his dog, Monty, as a boy and yellowing sticky tape of the notes my grandmother wrote on the back of everything before she completely lost her marbles to dementia.
Committing to therapy once a week is providing rich soil for things to sprout. I turn over long abandoned memories into nourishment for a future.
Let the worms do their work. My gaze is not so fixed behind, but steadying focus on the now and perhaps what kind of tangy beverage can be created from all these lemons.