sweet juicy bacon
how will I ever become
vegetarian
THE TITLE FOR THIS BLOG IS TAKEN FROM ONE OF MY FAVOURITE BOOKS WRITTEN FOR CHILDREN: "OLIVIA". OLIVIA IS AN AMBITIOUS AND PRECOCIOUS YOUNG PIG WHO SPENDS HER DAYS IGNORING HER BROTHER AND TERRORISING THE CAT. I OFTEN FEAR SHE IS THE SWINE VERSION OF MY YOUNG SELF. ONE DAY OLIVIA ATTEMPTS TO IMITATE A POLLOCK MASTERPIECE ON THE WALLS AT HOME. CONSEQUENTLY WE SEE HER AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS HAVING; “TIME TO THINK”. THIS BLOG IS A SPACE FOR ME TO SIT WITH OLIVIA AT THE FOOT OF THOSE STAIRS.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
painting rainbows
So, I thought I'd start a blog... I have always been quite nervous about making my thoughts so public, but have decided I'll ease into it for a while and see how I go. It might be nice to have my thoughts written in one place, Currently my thoughts are written on little scraps of paper all over my office and bedroom, in the margins of books I'm reading or in a dozen half finished notebooks and journals. It's time to consolidate.
I just wrote this piece for a youth arts magazine I contribute to called Lowdown and thought I'd put it here too:
I just wrote this piece for a youth arts magazine I contribute to called Lowdown and thought I'd put it here too:
I always make my husband tell me a story about him and a friend from Kindergarten days. Every morning they would fill up cans of paint, run over to the Kindergarten cubby house and paint it an array of bright and fabulous colours. The next day they would return and the cubby would miraculously be back to its dull brown. “Great!” they would shout, “this means we get to paint it all over again!” I love the way he tells this story: with a continuing sense of awe at the “rainbow coloured paint” that the teachers allowed them to use for their task. It has only been since he has been older and reflected on these occasions that his adult logic has kicked in and explained away the magic: the cans must have been filled with water, not magical rainbow paint. But in his memory he sees the cubby in all of its fabulous multi coloured glory. I am so inspired by this story of imagination and wonder.
I get concerned that in many settings we don’t give ourselves the opportunity to maintain a sense of wonder and open up a whole spectrum of creative responses to life’s twists and turns. When I was in a creative development last weekend, walking around with a cardboard box on my head, (we were robots-of course) I was reminded once again not to take the rehearsal room for granted. I felt really lucky to be in a space with friends and colleagues, having a chance to wonder and explore. I hope that in the midst of the busyness of life, you get some time to play and imagine. Personally, I think it’s the best bit.
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