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Friday, June 23, 2006

Painting

Painting, painting, painting... yesterday, today, tomorrow.

No writing, just painting.

I have to get enough paintings together to take with me to the Craft Alive display in Wodonga next weekend. What a time to run out of canvases! What a time to run out of printer ink!

Not only do I have to complete a reasonable number of paintings for sale and display, but I also have to have my brochures, business cards and my catalogue all finished and ready to go.

AAAAAAAARRRRGH!

Deadlines. I hate them. Why do I do this to myself? Writing deadlines are bad enough, but art deadlines...??? Oh brother!

This week, what's important isn't what's inside the author's mind, but what's inside the artist's mind.

At this stage of the game, I'd say pretty well NOTHING.

How come, when you really need it, inspiration moves out of town?

Wonderful! I'll have to take some of my paintings down from Bright and leave little notes in the blank spaces saying: "currently on exhibition". That'll go down well.

So... here I sit, wasting time instead of finishing my painting of Quetzalcoatl - the wind God. I like him. I like Ozomatli as well - the God of dance. Let's face it, I like them all.

Then there's the committee...!

There are rumblings of discontent in the committee I'm currently on as well.

What is it about committees that reduces otherwise reasonable, adult people to behaving like spoiled children who don't get their own way?

I think it's a universal thing. All committees seem to be the same. Everything goes along just fine until, one day, someone says something that someone else doesn't agree with, then suddenly all hell breaks loose and people are packing up their bats and balls and stomping home with their lower lips dragging on the ground to a chorus of: "Well, she started it!".

It's that age old thing, isn't it. Why can't people learn to listen to other people and respect their right to have a say? Why can't people agree to disagree and move on to more important matters?

Human beings! Gotta luv em!

See ya next time.

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Casting the Stones

Long before the Tarot became synonymous with fortune telling, Gypsies used the natural world around them to help them see into the troubled hearts of those who came seeking knowledge and guidance.
River stones, gems, crystals, sticks, needles and bones were often used by the dunkerer [dukkerer] or palm reader.
I love using my own set of river stones that I personally hand picked and charged with healing energy.
When I read, I'm not so much telling a fortune, as looking into the heart of the energy surrounding the person I'm reading for. I believe this gives a more accurate insight into what is at the heart of a problem or situation and can provide real, down to earth ways of helping people deal with what life sometimes throws at them.
Casting the stones is something I love and I hope to continue with my readings for as long as life will allow.

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(May Good Luck from me go with you)

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