What does it mean to live a creactive life? This is a question I’m always thinking about. Many things can hold us back from living creatively. Sometimes we feel bored with the routine of our lives, but are too afraid to make a change. Sometimes we have a strong internal voice against our creative acts and the battle feels overwhelming. Some of us just don’t identify with our imagination and marginalise it. And sometimes we put our creativity off for a future time, limiting ourselves in the moment. Although I refer to all of us here, I know that this is also me. I’ve been in all these places, just like you have.
Trees have their own microclimates. Last spring I walked over a small hill by the roadside and descended into the atmosphere of this large sprawling gum. Gumtrees spread out in their gangly wild way, filling space. I admire how they are just themselves, filling space and breathing. They have presence. This tree felt cool and luscious, inviting me to pause before the shimmering grasses beyond. I wondered if I could paint the atmosphere of this tree? Was that too crazy?
Mad March is over in Adelaide and we had a really fantastic festival. I managed to get to some of the Biennale at the Art Gallery of South Australia and was inspired. I want to share with you some reflections about two women painters on show. The 2018 Adelaide Biennale, titled DIVIDED WORLDS,
‘offers an opportunity to experience an alternative dimension – one where “difference” is the natural order of things, and a strength to be celebrated.’ (Erica Green – curator).
Imagine taking time out of your busy life to sit, look and dream with nature. Imagine a place where the air is clear and the bush feels healthy. It’s quiet and away from mobile phone coverage. Time slows down and you can simply ‘be’ in this place. This place exists for me. I’m a shareholder in a not for profit organisation called Worlds End Conservation and we own two parcels of land south of Burra. We volunteer our time to preserve and upkeep these properties and the properties have a heritage listing. Whenever I’m there I feel really well. I want to share this beautiful place with you and so I’ve decided to run a workshop at Read Creek Hills. I’ve called this workshop The Meandering Pencil.
I hope your year has begun filled with potentials and possibilities. Perhaps some things are still ending and newness can’t be focused on right now. New dreams require our loving attention to grow. They are filled with energy. They come in the middle of the night and we catch them in our waking consciousness. Or we may notice something ‘almost happening’ in our lives, but not quite. The ‘almost’ needs the fire of our loving attention to cook.
I love imagining things. Imagination is a gift of nature and essential for change. I feel that it’s the most precious gift I receive each night while I sleep. At night I expand into a timeless dreaming being. Imagination is something I’ve observed and studied all my life as a child, as an artist, in my studies of process oriented psychology (or Processwork) and acupuncture. I’ve come to understand that imagination is not something to be taken for granted or owned personally.
I’ve embarked on a big journey with my friend Venetia Bouronikou to collaborate on a graphic novel about Worldwork. Worldwork is a conference we both attended in Greece this year. It’s a conference that works with world conflict through large group processes, interpersonal dynamics and within ourselves. Worldwork runs every 3 years in different locations around the world.
I wanted to paint something simple. That’s how I feel in the morning. I usually walk for an hour, taking in the weather, the atmosphere, allowing my eyes to play with the light and air while my body dreams. Read More