Friday, February 10, 2017

Sacred Space

A few years back [while in my midst of sleep depravation and confusion on being a new mum and loss of sense of self and wondering what on earth I'm doing], I attended a couple of Alex Falkiner's creative workshops. And somewhere in there Alex said something about everyone being an artist, and how we all need to play creatively sometimes. This resonated. It isn't a waste of time. It doesn't need to be elite. It just is. It is what I enjoy.

Last night I attended a workshop with Emily Besser. Rodge was teasing me, how frivolous, a pom-pom jewellery workshop! But it was exactly what I needed. Some moments of frivolity.

Emily gave us all a sheet of instructions, and read us this wonderful quote –

"SACRED SPACE is an absolute necessity for anybody today. You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day where you don't know what was in the newspapers this morning, you don't know who your friends are, you don't know what you owe anybody, you don't know what anybody owes you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen." Joseph Campbell.

So, slowly, now that the fog of newborns has lifted (well and truly really), I'm working on finding this space. Sometimes its on a Sunday with Bettina, sometimes its in a frivolous workshop. But I'm getting there.

Thursday, February 2, 2017


And AMOUR and LIBERTE, ma cherie!

When in Paris last year, my mum and I stumbled across a shop full of wondrous goods, including these CSAO cushions – gorgeous wax print fabrics hand embroidered in beautiful designs by artisans in Senegal. We were entranced.

The bonheur cushion was one of the few souvenirs I came home with. I found myself marvelling over the wax fabric and itching to sketch the designs in my sketchbook over and over again. So I did. Something about the resist and the translucency, that just lends itself to watercolours. Plus I always love a good repeat pattern. The mechanical exactness vs. my wobbly hand sketches. I don't know what I'm trying to say, but drawing them felt so right, that I ended up doing a couple of larger versions for myself. Maybe they'll end up on a wall, maybe they'll stay in a drawer. But I enjoyed the process of painting them – and it has given me many ideas for future explorations.