I am taking my first baby step into the modern world, with a feeling of nervous liberation. Technology frightens me and I am aiming to slowly overcome this fear and join the modern age! Looking forward to contributing to this community and am really glad it has started, thanks Sheryl!
PS Dragonfly is Kim, excuse the alias, I need to create a bit of magic in my life, maybe it will spread from the virtual world into my real one...
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
April word of the month
One word, once a month for you to interpret any way you wish. April's word is distortion inspired by the very talented Amy.
Share your creativity by posting a link in the comments section to your own blog or join the new flickr Creative Juices pool. Looking forward to seeing what everyone creates!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Where do you create?
I have a bureau I bought from an op-shop years ago. I thought at the time it would be the perfect space to write at. A desk of one's own? I've tried to write there a few times but it just doesn't work. I store my paints and paper and other art stuff there but I don't really use it for what I intented. It just doesn't feel right. I have other places I like to create. Not always the most convenient places but they just feel good. I write in bed. I paint on the floor. I draw at the dining room table. I find my art where I can get it. And I carry my camera. The perfect mobile art studio. Where do you create? Have you got a nook tucked away or do you spread out? What space inspires you? Show us your creative space. Post directly on Creative Juices or through flickr.
Monday, March 8, 2010
international women's day
INTERNATIONAL WOMeN"S
DAY
DAYthe women of the world gather
to celebrate acheivements in social, economic and political areas.
As a Player in the Ruby Bloomers Women's Circus, I'd like to recognise the achievement of these Blue Mountains women -past and present- who have been involved in creating productions, characters and entertainment for nearly 8 years.
The Ruby Bloomer's Women's Circus uses circus based theater to express issues such as women's oppression, different roles of women in society and absurdities of womens life.
the women of Ruby Bloomer range in age from 18- 55, with some not starting their clowning life until their late 40's. The women, many mothers and working have enriched their own lives, inspired others and continue to grow in strength as they develop new skills and explore ideas.
THE WOMEN"S ROOM
Another Blue Mountains hub of women's social and creativity is born from one womans dream to help other woman, lost in the dreary routine of life, to discover their latent creative juices. For over 5 years the idea has grown to a much loved community hub, culminating in an annual festival and art show.
Birth Hour
the Blue Mountains Community Radio, bluFM 89.1 fridays 12-2pm: informing and empowering women to own their birth space.
these are just a few examples of the wonderful acheivements of women in the Blue Mountains.
to celebrate acheivements in social, economic and political areas.
As a Player in the Ruby Bloomers Women's Circus, I'd like to recognise the achievement of these Blue Mountains women -past and present- who have been involved in creating productions, characters and entertainment for nearly 8 years.
The Ruby Bloomer's Women's Circus uses circus based theater to express issues such as women's oppression, different roles of women in society and absurdities of womens life.
the women of Ruby Bloomer range in age from 18- 55, with some not starting their clowning life until their late 40's. The women, many mothers and working have enriched their own lives, inspired others and continue to grow in strength as they develop new skills and explore ideas.
THE WOMEN"S ROOM
Another Blue Mountains hub of women's social and creativity is born from one womans dream to help other woman, lost in the dreary routine of life, to discover their latent creative juices. For over 5 years the idea has grown to a much loved community hub, culminating in an annual festival and art show.
Birth Hour
the Blue Mountains Community Radio, bluFM 89.1 fridays 12-2pm: informing and empowering women to own their birth space.
these are just a few examples of the wonderful acheivements of women in the Blue Mountains.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
surrender
surrender
every mother surrenders, first to pregnancy, then birth, breastfeeding, parenting... continually surrendering to the needs of another.
pure love.
because without the children life is empty, lonely and pointless.
we surrender,
openly embrace the future, but it is not our future- it is their future.
every mother surrenders, first to pregnancy, then birth, breastfeeding, parenting... continually surrendering to the needs of another.
pure love.
because without the children life is empty, lonely and pointless.
we surrender,
openly embrace the future, but it is not our future- it is their future.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Storm
I've struggled to come up with an idea for the word storm. I've thought about how much I love watching storms. Waiting in anticipation. The build up of omnious clouds, the wind growing stronger, the smell of the rain on its way. The feel of electricity in the air. Wind and sheets of rain blasting leaves and hair wildly. Thunder and lightning jostling for attention. I've watched the emormous Eucalypt trees in the bush behind my house bend to breaking point. The branches flexible like rubber bands ready to snap. How can something so strong and solid and rooted in the earth be so destorted by an invisible power?
I thought about taking a photo of a storm. Although there hasn't been a good storm for a while now. Or a photo of storming emotions. The pure rage of my children. Here one moment destroying everything in their path. Yet gone in the next instant, laughing with tears still drying on their cheeks.
I thought about drawing or painting a storm. Wildly throwing colours, playing out a storm on paper. Reds and blues swirling like the wind.
But I couldn't bring it out of me. It wasn't there. The way I see a storm. All rage and destruction, explosion and power. I can't feel that kind of a storm inside me. I have been through many storms. I have been the storm. I've been the thunder and the rain. Menacing and terrible. I've raged with my power daring anyone to get close so I could explode and send them seeking shelter. Hiding in a safe cave. My storms have been my protection. My storms have showed me that I am all I need. My storms have left me exausted and alone. Washed up and destroyed. There was so much power in my storms that I missed the beauty and the glory that a storm can teach. The wonder of the branches bending. The joy in counting the seconds between the lightning and the thunder. That's how I see the storms inside me now. A path to this moment. That first instant when the sun peaks out from behind the clouds after so much grey. There is a stillness and I have to shield my eyes from the sunlight. And it seems brighter than it ever has been before.
I thought about taking a photo of a storm. Although there hasn't been a good storm for a while now. Or a photo of storming emotions. The pure rage of my children. Here one moment destroying everything in their path. Yet gone in the next instant, laughing with tears still drying on their cheeks.
I thought about drawing or painting a storm. Wildly throwing colours, playing out a storm on paper. Reds and blues swirling like the wind.
But I couldn't bring it out of me. It wasn't there. The way I see a storm. All rage and destruction, explosion and power. I can't feel that kind of a storm inside me. I have been through many storms. I have been the storm. I've been the thunder and the rain. Menacing and terrible. I've raged with my power daring anyone to get close so I could explode and send them seeking shelter. Hiding in a safe cave. My storms have been my protection. My storms have showed me that I am all I need. My storms have left me exausted and alone. Washed up and destroyed. There was so much power in my storms that I missed the beauty and the glory that a storm can teach. The wonder of the branches bending. The joy in counting the seconds between the lightning and the thunder. That's how I see the storms inside me now. A path to this moment. That first instant when the sun peaks out from behind the clouds after so much grey. There is a stillness and I have to shield my eyes from the sunlight. And it seems brighter than it ever has been before.
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