Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Thursday, 5 April 2018

Imagine That


The mug on my desk has a chip on the rim. Emblazoned with Albert Einstein’s famous quote Imagination is more important than knowledge it was a favourite, so there was never any question of tossing it out once I could no longer use it for my cuppa. It now holds my pens and pencils, and reminds me every day of the importance of looking beyond what I merely see, challenging me to listen to my heart and not only my head.

The creative process is a long and winding road, with enough highs and lows and twists and turns to bring you undone unless you believe you’re on the right path.
Finding ways to negotiate that road, particularly in the times when I feel dry and uninspired, is what keeps me forging ahead, however faltering my steps may be.

‘Write what you know’ has long been a premise from which to start, but for most of us our lives are fairly routine and ordinary and on the surface wouldn’t appear to be of much interest to anyone else. To quote Jean-Jacques Rousseau The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless. If it were not so, the whole realm of literature and film and music and every other artistic endeavour you could think of, wouldn’t exist.

But throw in some other possibilities, little tangents, head off down some unexplored sidetrack somewhere, ask ‘what if…’ and see where it leads. For writers, those two words can conjure up all sorts of scenarios, bringing disaster, mayhem, conflict, and all manner of unexpected joys or tragedies into an otherwise ordinary world. For all artists and artisans, whether visual or not, those words can open up other ways of approaching a task, especially when the ‘usual’ way of doing things no longer has the impact or holds the sense of fulfilment it once had.

All too easily we lose our inner sense of wonder and curiosity when our childhood years are behind us. We experience moments of it here and there, where something resonates deep inside, and wonder in those moments how and when and why we let all slip so easily. We don’t need to recapture our youth, we simply need to capture those moments when they come our way, and be thankful.



Think outside your head
travel through imagined worlds
never seen before

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Marooned on the Island

For the first time since my grandchildren were born, I missed a birthday party, a cardinal sin in my books. Zandar turned 6 two days ago and I was stuck at home after enduring two plane trips from hell after doing my back in for the umpteenth time three days ago. The three plane trips the day before to get me to Darwin were probably the catalyst but all was going fine until I was loaned a car to check out what Darwin had to offer. Sat myself down and ‘sproing,’ it wasn’t one of the springs in the car seat that went but the whole structure of my lower back which has given me curry over the last 30 years that decided to give up the ghost just at that moment. The phrase “Not happy Jan” came to mind along with several other choice words that will remain nameless.

Managed to visit two locations during the day, maneuvering myself in and out of the car with the precision of a shuttle docking on the international space station, spending as much time as possible in an upright position walking, and walking, and walking some more, for to sit or lie down was a decision fraught with danger. The NT Art Gallery & Museum provided me with several hours of walking and taking in some exquisite art, my favourites being both traditional and modern indigenous art, an exhibition of Year 12 art from late 2014, and a French exhibit featuring Edgar Degas, Henri de Toulouse-Letrec, plus Honore Daumier who I have to admit I’d never come across before. Daumier’s lithographs from the mid 1850’s were a sheer delight, earning him recognition as the forthright caricaturist and commentator of his time on French and Parisian society, and felt every bit as relevant as current day political cartoonists.
 
Leaving Tassie in 2 degrees and landing up north in 32 was a bit of a shock but bearable nonetheless, very thankful it wasn’t the wet season otherwise I would’ve been reduced to a whimpering puddle on the floor before even making it out of the airport terminal. Managing to locate a doctor late in the afternoon who thankfully prescribed the medication I needed to make the homeward journey of two flights somewhat bearable, my friend helped me into my shoes and socks seeing as I had no hope of reaching the nether parts of my anatomy, slid me into the car and deposited me back at Darwin airport a mere day and a half after arriving for the 1.30am flight back home. That’s right…AM…you’d be surprised how many people are jetting around the country at all times of the day and night.
 
Airplane seats are notoriously known for their lack of comfort, so while standing up at the back of the plane for half the journey from Darwin to Melbourne, I contemplated contacting Jetstar for a half price refund, a scenario I could see would obviously not work, but it did give me something to take my mind off the pain as I stood between the toilets doing stretching exercises while most people nodded off into stages of fitful slumber as we headed south.

Contemplating driving the car home once finally arriving back in Launceston, I had to take the bit between my teeth and exercise mind over matter, but what it brought home to me is that I have grave doubts of ever indulging in one of my fantasies of flying to Europe to spend my year in Tuscany, or Provence, or walking those ancient cobbled streets in a myriad of ancient cities.

Looks like I’m marooned on my little island, with my dreams of travel having to be satisfied by watching the Tour de France, the Giro d’Italia, and the delights of documentaries of foreign countries being traversed by others who are fortunate enough not to have dodgy backs. What it does do though, is give me renewed determination to visit the sights and meet the characters this delightful island State has to offer. If people from the other side of the world find Tassie fascinating enough to travel halfway way round the world to visit, then there must be plenty on my own doorstep to keep me occupied for years to come.

Shame to take Tuscany off the agenda, but there you go.


(Apologies if publishing portions of artworks contravenes any copyright laws)