The Life Model and Her Barber

The Life Model and Her Barber

The Life Model and the Bar This piece was begun in a life drawing class, hosted in an artshop in Benalla. The owner of the artshop was a gorgeous, effervescent, bohemian woman. She dripped flare and sensuous confidence. There had been a male model organised to join the other two women posing but he’d reneged […]

THE CHURN

THE CHURN

 I wrote this piece 5yrs ago, and whilst the artist hasn’t changed her slap dashed typo and run ways, she certainly survives… THE CHURN I am endlessly twitching art into tight spaces- it copes- it survives and in some ever learning and growing way thrives in the dark damp tight places. Like moss and butcher […]

A flood

A flood

A flood churns, rips, overwhelms. Under the pulse of a false tide, one that froths at the edges. A drunk man churns, rips, threatens. Under the pulse of a false tide, one that froths at the edges. It, smothers life’s detail making the world invisible. He, smothers his wife’s detail to make her fear visible.

Meanings and goodbyes

Meanings and goodbyes

I have been reticent to discuss “The Meanings” in my works… Often the works are fluid, stream of conscious pieces, responding to mood and tugging at only the edge of meaning… Sometimes they are as ambiguous as can be to allow the viewer to bring their subjectivity to the fore Sometimes… I just drew…colours and […]

Hello, again

Hello, again

Life was busy Life still is, but now…this week I seem to be coping. I have learnt to not stretch my expectations of coping beyond a week and that even that can be a long stretch I have had hospital visits, doctors and medicines and psychiatrists and diagnosis and confusion and Ups and downs and […]

SHE IS TWEETING AGAIN

SHE IS TWEETING AGAIN

So I am quite obviously not here as often as I was…. I’d apologise but I am not really sorry. The energy I put here is now directed at Twitter It’s immediacy, instantaneous and ability to connect directly with people has served my better then any other web platform. With three kids and some rather changed […]

How my children found the warrior in me

How my children found the warrior in me

This is my story, my little one amongst the many. It is not unique because every mother carries her own tale, and this is just mine.    I wear the scars of my children.    I realised this five days ago as I lay mostly immobile, and fitted with tubes, stroking the hair of Samson […]

The melody

The melody

I  adored The Jungle Book Baloo was my hero. I would pray to Baloo and Aslan when I was lonely. I adore this song. It’s Melody. When I pump the water for my house I often sing…. I will go and fetch the water, till the day that I am grown But it also represented […]

Capture

Capture

So very excited to be exhibiting with Billie Leatham. More details coming very soon Cheers you lovelies x

THAT vs THIS.

THAT vs THIS.

when i compare that to this I celebrate quietly. Tentatively Because the thick gloom of then is fading Into that intangible place where the memory of dream goes. And as, when I was deppressed my fingers couldn’t feel reality. Now they struggle to describe the depth of exhaustion, the numbness, the hollowness That was. The […]

On your knees

On your knees

When searching for intricacies to share with my kids Or to photograph for some illusion of posterit, I found these: Dewdrops suspended late into the day On the threads of web spun under pine debris. This is every reason to get down on one’s knees for life.          

Mushrooms

Mushrooms

I first read Sylvia Plath’s poem: Mushrooms In a Thursday morning literature class Sometime in year 10. It stayed with me through recess Through lunch Through period 3 and 4 . And 5 and 6. It stayed. In that chilly Autaumn my teenage mind wondered about Fragility and strength. The futility of determination. Its beauty, regardless. Then on the […]

A winter one

A winter one

In winter, I like best, the trees that go naked bar their accessories. I like best those that travel the dark months in their trinkets that are so last season.

Sleep deprivation

Originally posted on blue milk:
From the very clever and expressive, Amelia Carson.

My relationship with ideas Mirrors My relationship with cling wrap. I am forever trying to stretch too small a square over too big a bowl. And when I have, finally, achieved that neat, tight encompassing skin. I must poke a hole in it.   Yes both cling, cloy, tangle and frustrate And I seem as […]

The love that bubbles

The love that bubbles

The love that bubbles unbeckoned by the brain not curated not stated This is what I waited for

The colour to ward

The colour to ward

When the days are shrinking, The dark deepening and, The cold thickening. How well timed are The sweet scented, fragile and bright blooms. Colour to ward off the grey To keep perspective near To remind us of the seasons fleeting

Stories that hone Sadness.

Stories that hone Sadness.

Maybe I was a Morbid child Maybe I was honest An explorer Normal Maybe. But I know am not the only one to remember Ping? To remember Sadako and the thousand cranes? The Little Match Girl, The Happy Prince I gathered this in honor of the stories that made me weep. Weep for the tragedy, the […]

When daunted – do something different

When daunted – do something different

Take a wee look at: When daunted – do something different. I am reblogging this mostly because I love that Lily Mae wrote: We all need validation, so please don’t give me the ‘artists are narcissist’ spiel – because that’s just bullshit Many artists, (myself, Hazel Dooney, Lily Mae and everyone who ever made a self portrait) use […]

On galleries.

On galleries.

Several years ago I took my work to a prominent Melbourne gallerist to hopefully organise a show. Now, I am dubious of some of this guy’s practices…they seem a cynical way to make money but perhaps his gallery survives on cynical ways that make money. Anyway. The gentleman gave my work a good hard critiquing. […]

A poem

A poem

  Yesterday I threw the razors from the shower because They scared me. I cried- wound tired with emotion. I prayed-  for the little baby swallowed by this storm. Today Fragility is perhaps a point of view I should embrace, Up there with surrender. I eat roasted chick peas and remember Egypt.

Yours and yours alone

Yours and yours alone

  It is a poem That is picture That I hope will make you Think Pause Reflect Let go and Shift.

This

This

Yesterday I made a tumblr about the shape of my kids Today it is about the shape of their mother

They

They

They Are Mine To Mould   (visit tumblr for the entire piece)

Tension

Tension

Tension is about the teeth about discipline and sleep I have 22 fillings Counting. Loneliness is about the distance between shallow distractions. I have 10 fans Counting. Obsession is about the mouse clicking spangled jewels into patterns. I have 96 000 points Counting. Avoidance is about the bed clenching time within sheets. I have three […]

Poetic

Poetic

So I’m interested in Digital Poetry, yes. Have you seen Google Poetic? I gotta say, and (I feel sheepish as I do) It’s my favourite form of contemporary poetry: irreverent, accidental, opportunistic, accessible, uncanny, uncomfortable, and at times, heart wrenchingly telling. It also begs a swag of somewhat uncomfortable googly questions… Did anyone anticipate the […]

In my children’s bedroom

In my children’s bedroom

I stand in the dark Towel forgotten in one hand Memories forgetting in the other I am the slut Remembering I am the mother Listening I am the woman Culminating And I stand in the dark Dripping

On Cussing

On Cussing

I am a swearer. Love it. Love the fucking shit out of it. I have been loving it, according to this old diary since I was nine: ‘Lilly poked Lewis in the eye. Bugger’ Lilly was two, Lewis a baby. I, I was testing my words. Tasting them. Bugger still is a favorite. And might […]

The Laundry, the children, the art

Still slowly learning and building ideas They pile on top of each other on top of me. As if they were the unfolded laundry and I the couch being buried underneath. Though ideas are a lot more fun to contemplate then the afore mentioned pile. Pile seems too small and sturdy a word for the […]

SHE IS SO SURE

SHE IS SO SURE

i  know i flit from project to medium like a cabbage moth on a gusty day But SHE is a new feather flitting in my gusty cap

All the duty  I can muster All the obligation Is absorbed by my family and the bureaucracy of life. No due dates. No commitments. No regularity. No expectation. Art and I need whim if we intend to function. My art, a lot of art, is twofold. There is the joy and solace of making. And […]

In a nutshell

In a nutshell

She did not care for this connection between the erotic and the paternal. It devalued both. Isobelle, in Fay Weldon’s ‘The Presidents Child’ Yup, me too Isobelle. And, because a good quote requires no extrapolation Blue Milk’s doing some Lazy Summer Blogging. Thought I’d dabble in.

Space

Space

This is the best of everything that is mindboggling and if like us you get a kick from being boggled do check out Minute Physics and Brain Pickings Space,  drawn her in paintshop by 4 yr old Max, has really put on a show for us the last 12 months or so, Or rather ticked […]

resolutions and wheelbarrows of shit

resolutions and wheelbarrows of shit

  My internet connection is woeful. Typing to you is trying. Kids are trying. With a clenched brow And a Knitted jaw And a baby chewing at my breast I am trying to relax. And it’s like pushing a leaking wheelbarrow of shit uphill. Which is why with nerves, And no polish I bring you […]

Nobodies Fool

Nobodies Fool

http://amelia-artist-poet.tumblr.com   “I Fell Out Of Bed Hurting My Head”   My,   Would You Like some Cheese With That?  

The Tumblr Diaries

The Tumblr Diaries

I chase tangents which might be half the problem Here is the latest one: The Tumblr Diaries

Mary Somerville

Mary Somerville

“I rose early and made such arrangement with regard to my children and family affairs that I had time to write afterwards not however, without many interruptions.” Mary Somerville (26 December 1780 – 28 November 1872) See women, juggling since the 18th century: no wonder the work life balance conversation gets dull. Though Mary wasn’t […]

Well that is nice

Well that is nice

Yay for this This is the cover of the next issue of Bide Magazine and I’m lucky to have my art gracing the virtual cover of some real quality writing. I subscribed for the year on the Autumn issue and it was a lovely treat of sound, thoughtful, sometimes haunting writing. At ten bucks for […]

Been a while

Been a while

It’s been over a month since my last post… Ever since We packed the back of my car for a family trip to Canberra. (One day ahead of schedule! All neat and beautiful!) When in one beautifully packed, slow motion, staccato, glass crackling, suspended moment I backed into a gum tree. After One tail light, […]

Shards in my pocket

Shards in my pocket

(an excerpt from my diary 12 months ago) Last night I broke my favourite plate. From the eye of my rage filled storm. I let it fly It was the full stop to my frustration A shattered relief 1920′ porcelain struck against his grandfather’s table. As I swept up the hand painted fragment karma looked […]

A repost From Blue Milk, so apt

A repost From Blue Milk, so apt

Originally posted on blue milk:
My latest article is up at Daily Life and also Essential Baby: By sharing private and difficult moments as mothers we create a more complete picture of the reality of motherhood – it ultimately frees us all. The ugly complaints, if told wisely, can be witness to the stamina of…

Guilt

Guilt

Guilt stood in the shower Forehead pressed against the glass Water trickling, Over shoulders, Over arms, Over belly, Over thighs, Over three minutes. Over seven.. Over ten. Guilt stopped counting.

What I Hate about Art

What I Hate about Art

This is a quote highjacked from the Art News Blog It is about a 2010 exhibition of Anthony Lister’s I love Anthony’s raw, visceral, familiar, disturbing, abstracted art LOVE IT, love it, love it This quote says nothing, at least nothing that is understandable. (I’ve highlighted the worst sentence, just so we are on the […]

Domestic Honesty is a Reaction

Domestic Honesty is a Reaction

I briefly posted yesterday about my shifting tumblr account It’s the current coalescence of many ideas Of my diaries Of my art Of my being an artist Of bravery I read Karen’s beautifully titled Blogging as Theatre of Intimacy Nirrmi’s The Road is Home I reacted. I cerebrally chewed through Hazel Dooney’s Blog her tumblr, […]

Tumblring Flattering Choices

Tumblring Flattering Choices

I’ve had a tumblr account for a while now, not knowing what to do with it… Tonight I loaded her up Armed with gumption, Thousands of photos and: The desire to encompass To avoid cliche but not to deny it To avoid flattery but not to deny it To avoid stereotype but not to deny […]

The best thing I’ve read on trolls and trolling (editing)

The best thing I’ve read on trolls and trolling (editing)

Please Go Read This Leo Traynor has shared a wonderful story…wonderful not in the sense of roses but in the sense of reality and the like: http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/sep/26/day-confronted-troll Editors Note (20th Dec 2-12): This was the point I realised I wanted the freedom to edit, revise and fiddle With the blog. With this object. This is […]

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