I’m so not very good at keeping up to date… and this one was years ago; but so many people over the years have asked me about our drive through India, Bhutan and Myanmar that I thought it was about time I posted this video of our 8 weeks #roadtrip in our 96 year old Vintage Vauxhall, Penny. Come journey with me and you won’t believe some of the roads we drove along!!!
In Morocco; sitting on an earthen floor weaving with other women… those memories are the framework for the blankets I’m weaving five years later. We travel the world in our nearly one hundred year old car, and my experiences continue to live through my expression of my artworks. I’ve recently immersed myself in weaving beautiful blankets and this one inspired by our journeys around Morocco has been so enjoyable to weave; as I recall the landscape, colours and connections I made whilst there.
I’ve received such lovely DM’s as a response to my last post; and many people commenting that they didn’t know I was an artist…. so I thought it was time I formally introduced myself. Over the past year or so, a few words kept coming into my mind… Curious. Creative. Living Boldly. … and those words pretty much sum up what I’m about and how I live my life… and in doing so, I endeavour to be kind, respectful and loving. I am an artist with my foundation medium in photography. As an observer I learn much about the unseen connections within the natural world. I am a creative and love working with my hands, and love flows through them. My hands are one of my gifts and I’m privileged to be able to use them as a healer. I’ve been recognised by Shaman around the world as one of their peers. From early childhood I’ve always been a maker and creator. In the past couple of years I’ve recommenced my expression in the fibre-arts through knitting, weaving, spinning; and designing motifs from my journeys for my knitwear. I’m grateful to have found the designer Stephen West @westknits […]
My journeys are always a source of inspiration and foundation for my artistic practice as well as the way in which I live. This is my second hand woven blanket- Fields #2 . We drove in a 96 year old car through Thailand, Laos, China and Kyrgyzstan on our way to London; and the fields were the core of the lives of not only those who lived in these rural communities; but for those also where the crops were delivered and exported to. . I spent weeks observing the fields and those who worked in them. As we travelled it was difficult to post updates due to time constraints as well as censorship; and although my intention was to ‘catch-up’ when we arrived home… I’ve found myself diving into my artistic practice and have immersed myself in weaving these beautiful blankets. . I’m using wool from my collection, and found that I start with an image/theme in my mind; then do a quick gather of yarn and then just start weaving without any fussiness about colour choices. It seems to have all just flowed without much thought. I then hand stitch a small motif as a symbol which represents the theme of the artwork. The […]
As an artist, all my creative expression is founded upon my experiences. Our recent journeys through Thailand, Laos and China have inspired a series of blankets I have hand woven using the most beautiful indie dyed wool from my collection. Seeing so much weaving in the rural areas, and participating in my weaving class with @theweavingsisters inspired me to recommence weaving which I havent done since I was an adolescent… quite a long time ago! I’m so enjoying my 48″ or 120cm Rigid Heddle Loom by @ashford_wheels_looms . I don’t have any podcasts playing. No Audio or visual programmes in the background. I am accompanied only by my thoughts and the sounds of nature outside my studio. It is such a lovely space to be in to weave meditatively. Here are my first two blankets inspired by the fields along our journey.
We had a wonderful morning with Evgeniy who brought our reserve tyres from Almati to his home town of Osh in Kyrgyzstan for us, subsequent to having to readjust our schedule after our delay in Bangkok. Adrian from ROARR originally organised for our tyres to be transported to Almati for us as we knew that we needed spares along the way. Evgeniy is the most generous man and we’ve had the best time with him here in Osh. Penny also had an oil change and was set to go on our next adventure. We headed back south toward the Kyrgyzstan border into Tajikistan where for me was going to be the highlight of the trip, to drive the Wakhan Corridor. I felt a sense of freedom after leaving China and the cold air and Max and I were both really excited. I started singing crazy songs into the blue sky. We had a couple of options for the night – Homestay or camping. We had our camping gear with us and it was only going to be about -6 or so at night… so I was secretly scouring for a campsite that was close to our proposed destination for the night. Max was a […]
Poached quince in a yellow bucket was being squished in the dark hands which reveal a tough life. The lady wearing a red apron and dust coloured headscarf reassured me with her smile that it was ok to eat… and all my sensibilities left me. Into the pulp on the plastic bag covered plate she sprinkled walnuts, chickpeas and sultanas; and then big dollop of thickened kefir yoghurt which was scooped from a nearly empty plastic jar under the table on the dirt; and then finished with a drizzle of honey which was scooped out of the honey pot with the yoghurt spoon! Big breath. At this point I was praying to every higher authority …Jesus, God, Buddha, Allah… that I wouldn’t get sick. I had been so diligent for the whole journey, and until now had not once been affected by errant bacteria..so this was it… do I… or don’t I???? I decided to dive in and try… and to top it off ALSO try a rice parcel which was wrapped in leaves and steamed… thinking that it was wrapped and hot it had a better chance of being safe to eat… but I didn’t count on the lady […]
The landscape changed again from Zanda to Rutog. It was so dry. Rock was exposed. Prayer flags shivered in the cold wind on the tops of the passes. Snow was shrouding the surrounding mountains as we drove in cool sunshine in the sweeping valleys. The geology of this area was extraordinary. Time folded and eroded in the rugged landscape. The Tibetan Antelope looked healthy and strong…and so did the herds of cashmere goats…. surprisingly, because the vegetation seemed to be sparse. The road was good. Recent tarmac which had been prepared by a different operator than a few hundred kms further south! This stretch we could travel about 80kms/hour on, but much more slowly on the hairpin turns which we are always very careful with. My job is to always keep an eye on the digital map on the iPad mounted on the dash…and let Max know when a hairpin is coming up… and also look for the exit-side of the hairpin for oncoming traffic. “Looks clear. Yes”…. is always a good call from me… but occasionally – “ Stop, Truck on our side!”, is a call Max doesn’t like to hear! Penny was running really baldly – coughing and spluttering ….and […]
Time to leave Qomolongma, but the Himalayas remained our companion to the left of us for many days. Sometimes for hours on end the snow capped peaks shouldered our route northwestward toward Kashgar, where we have a few days planned. The landscape was constantly changing. The valleys became wider and slopes softer. Harvest season was nearly completed and the hay which had been drying in paddocks for several weeks, was now being brought in to be thrashed. Nomad dwellings provided by the government lay blocked in strips in small communities along the roadsides. Autumn mutton hung on display to be sold as the seasonal source of protein. Nomads and their children gathered in groups to skin and butcher the sheep. Dung was being gathered and stockpiled to use as fuel for heating and cooking in the harsh cold winters. Construction, concrete, construction. New power lines were being constructed alongside a regional road to join the 219 to Kashgar; and regardless of the terrain, the large silver stands had to be installed. Huge flying foxes are used to transport some of the materials to the sides of the mountains, and sometimes donkeys are used to carry materials… even buckets of concrete […]
I was excited. The alarm went off in the dark and I popped on the rice-cooker we purchased in Bangkok. This rice-cooker has been a God-send! Lately I’ve been cooking in the morning whilst we are packing up – buckwheat porridge, sultanas, and sliced fresh apple; for when the small rural hotels don’t provide breakfast. Brilliant! Who would ever think of travelling with a small rice-cooker?!?! Penny had a substantial layer of frost on her black cover and it glistened as the sun rose and we packed her up ready for our drive to Everest Base Camp. Porridge consumed – and off we went. It wasn’t far down the road before we encountered our first of four checkpoints for the day; two of which were police ones, and the other two ticket ones. Recently there has been an increased number of police checkpoints throughout China, and we encounter on average 3 per day, where our guide provides the paperwork with our passports; car registration, drivers license, and appropriate permits for each region. We drove west passing through small villages where the barley harvest was in full swing. Rising from the river flats Penny navigated 42 hairpin curves on the way […]
Tibet is so rich. The culture, landscape, and the Tibetans are so friendly. I love waving to people as we drive by; and nearly always I’m met with such vigorous waving in return. I have to admit that at times I’m brought to a little wave of tears when I wave to someone working in the field, and they return a wave with such generosity and joyfulness. Our days start early and leaving Lhasa and heading northwards – construction was evident. Newly constructed roads; bridges; cement plants; stacked concrete blocks; trucks filled with gravel; power plants; solar energy plants – everywhere eking into the rural landscape there seemed to be construction and development. The expansive plains and soft hillsides with freshly harvested grain gently rose in elevation and soon we were amongst the clouds and snow reaching our highest elevation of 5,440mts. It was so lovely seeing the yaks grazing on the pastures, but to learn from the nomads that they are unable to graze in their traditional highlands any more is disturbing. It seems like we’ve entered sheep territory and I was so delighted to see so many sheep. Their minders stood guard in the cold wind and bright sun […]
Higher and higher and higher into the cloud and snow we went! What an incredible time we’re having. I can’t keep up with journaling because the days are so long … and to be honest sometimes quite gruelling…. but today is a quiet day in Lhasa in Tibet Autonomous Region … so here’s a snippet of how the past week has been. We decided to take the roof off as we left Deqen, even though it was drizzling a little. The thought of driving ‘lidded’ amongst the imposing mountains was just not an option. We put our snow wet-weather gear on, and chose to suck up the cold and moisture, to have the opportunity to be able to enjoy the spectacular geology and landscape of the Lacang Gorge, which is the beginnings of the Mekong. It was a little daunting driving along the narrow roads with large conglomerate river rocks ready to rock and roll down at any time. Max was quite relieved to be passed these areas of overhangs, as we could see rumble slides constantly along the road. Pockets of green terraced villages made opportunistic use of any flat land upon which to grow their crops. Bridges leaped […]
Hi julie Starting with another wet day, from Lijang to Shangri La we decided to take the motorway rather than the slippery mountain-road heading north on our way to visit Tiger Leaping Gorge in Yunnan Province in China. The road construction was evident throughout the day with a quite an extraordinary sight of a four lane suspension bridge being built for the new expressway to Shangri La across the river gorge of the Jinsha river which becomes the Yangtze further downstream. Tiger Leaping Gorge is the third deepest gorge in the world, and the legend goes that when the river is low, there is a rock in the centre which was used by a tiger to leap across the gorge. Regardless of this fable; it’s just an incredible experience hearing the swirling water rage down between the steeply rising mountains. It is so awesome, that thousands of tourists visit each day; and the buses streamed in, one after another; offloading umbrellas with two legs underneath scurrying to view the raging torrent. Many had shoes covered in brightly coloured plastic covers making the steep staired descent…. and a much more labored ascent unless you chose to negotiate a price to be […]
Into China now, and what a marked difference from Laos. Our border crossing was seamless, but it was apparent immediately that rules and regulations must be adhered to. After I was processed via the passenger lane at the border I went to Max and Penny at the boom-gate and had a friendly conversation with the border guard and hopped in Penny. My bad. I wasn’t supposed to do that, and it was indicated to me that I needed to get out and walk 5 metres ahead; when I was then allowed to get back into Penny after passing through the entry gate. Max and I realized immediately that our casual Australian disposition needed to be sharpened up a bit here. There was a four-lane highway north of the border, a marked difference to the rough dirt roads in Laos; and also now with lots of Police border checkpoints. Construction littered the landscape and huge grey concrete pillars grouped across the land. These fortresses are the roots of the proposed new highways and railways which connect China to neighbouring countries. The surrounding mountains were covered with rubber plantations, with several National Preservation Parks however, where there are Asian elephants in […]
Long, hot, fabulous days on the road from Northern Thailand; through Laos and now in China…. and I’m playing catch up with my Journal broadcasts and it’s late after another big day so I will try and do a brief round-up to give you an idea of how we’ve been going and what things I’ve seen along our Journey. What and full week it’s been. After leaving Chiang Rai we headed north-east to Luang Namtha. The rice fields became more prevalent and regardless of the increasing poverty, colours were everywhere. Buildings. Clothing. Motor-bike tyres were wrapped in metallic packaging to protect them from perishing in the sun. Umbrellas in all shapes, sizes and colours created shade in the oppressive heat. From Luang Namtha we then went to Luang Prabang…. 313kms each way so I could participate in a traditional weaving class with The Weaving Sisters. We had planned to return to Luang Namtha after a one-night stay in Luang Prabang, so that we could be relatively close to the border in preparation for our China entry on Tuesday 17th September. It took us 9 hours for those 313kms to Luang Prabang across incredibly treacherous bumpy road for many sections, […]
Being on the road again is just fabulous. I had forgotten though how absolutely exhausting it can be; in a noisy old car in the heat, humidity, rain, traffic, cramped conditions and at times treacherous road conditions. I do though so love driving along in an open car smelling cooking rice wafting from within the small thatched shelters; the damp smell of dark wet forests; pork fat rendering in blackened woks; rainforest blossom. Our first day was hot, but seemed to brighten the colours of the buildings and glistened the gold of the temples, Wat’s and statues of Buddha. The school buildings and fences were often pained in purple and adorned with flags. Buildings in blocks are differentiated by paint. Giant colourful statues of animals stood on display along the roadside. I could understand the roosters, deer, rabbit, tiger, pig, cow…. because of their reference in Buddhism, but I just couldn’t get my head around the significance of a giant statue of a giraffe or Sulphur-Crested Cockatoo. We passed through so many check points along the road north close along the Myanmar border, and came to a section where every 100mts was a soldier with an automatic […]
We’re on the road again for our next adventure… well not quite. It’s been quite a while since my last broadcast and life’s been pretty full since last year. Max and I had the most wonderful time driving around Scotland including the Outer Hebrides and the Shetlands in March and April; I participated in many classes at Edinburgh Yarn Festival; then I returned home and had some skin cancer treatments, which included a skin graft using some of my forehead to make a new nostril. How cool is that, that surgeons can do that kind of stuff and the body heals so beautifully! I am so grateful. Healing is quite a miracle really hey? So… now we are in Bangkok preparing for our planned adventure driving in Penny our 1923 Vauxhall from Bangkok to London. . 22,000kms and 16 countries. 3 months. We will have a guide for our 29 days in China, but other than that we are on our own and winging it along our proposed route. We left Brisbane on 23rd August and on Monday 26th we went to the Freight Company to accompany the representatives to the port to collect Penny. We […]
Well… our next journey begins. Bangkok to London via the Tibetan Plateau in Penny, our 1923 Vauxhall. This will be a remarkable experience travelling; making new friendships and enriching existing ones; learning about myself and the world in which we live. 22,000kms… 16 countries… 3 months. I hope you can follow our journey over the coming months and I will share when I’m able to.
I do a lot of journey-ing and on our last road-trip around Scotland it was COLD! We drove through snow and lots of rain and in an open car exposed to the elements it was pretty extreme. I knew I needed an extra layer so I knitted these fabulous #marledmanialeggings by the incredibly talented #stephenwest and used only wool which was produced in the areas we drove through. I knitted them on our trip and wore them in the latter weeks. I’ve called them my ‘journey pants’ because they remind me of the fabulous places we visited on such a wonderful journey through Scotland. When we were taking these pics, Max said something which was really really funny…. I can’t remember what exactly… but now I reflect upon how much fun we have together and how important it is to have a partner who brings out the best in each other. My companion is loving and kind; is fun to be with; is generous and warm hearted; and I feel so grateful to be able to share our lives together.
New York was wonderfully cold and a lot of fun. Many of my regular readers know how much I love the snow, and whilst we were there for the week or so; NY had two of their biggest snowfalls. It was magical. And yes - cold. I was snug though in all my beautiful warmies I've knitted. You can see more of my knitting journey on insta - @skeinydipping
I'm feeling very content right now. Max snapped this pic of me whist we were snug in a small cafe in Greenwich Village. I was so happy sitting there with Max, knitting a Shetland hap for our following journey to Scotland touring in our vintage car...and looking out to the flurries of snow.
We did a lot of walking and exploring of the city, and I feel so fortunate to have seen so many places now that I've seen in the movies.. hehe. Saw lots of items with I (heart) NY... and I would have to agree. I did love our visit to NY.
The Ice…. How beautiful the ice was along the west coast of Svalbard where I sailed aboard the tall ship Antigua. The glaciers calve and purge forward huge chunks of ice, cracking and splashing into the sea.. meandering in the wind and waves until they melt and become part of that in which they float. The crevassed face of the glaciers are extraordinary, with the blue and turquoise colour of the ice just so incredible. This blue ice is caused when snow falls on a glacier and is compressed and the air bubbles are squeezed out. The dense ice of the glacier absorbs every other colour of the spectrum except blue – so blue is what we see! The crystalline structure of the ice also scatters this blue light making it the most exquisite turquoise I’ve ever seen. The world around me was blue. Every minute the tone of blue changed. The water was blue. The sky was a blue I’ve never experienced before. And the ice. Ice was blue… and black! As the glacier surges forwards, the gravel, silt and rock embeds in the glacial ice and becomes suspended in the frozen mass. The black […]
Yes… I know that is a silly pun… hehe…but for those who’ve known me for some time know I’ve often collected little stones on my journeys… because I just love rock… and the geology of Svalbard is astonishing! The geology of Svalbard ROCKS! hehe We were never so far from the shore that we couldn’t see land… and there is little vegetation covering the land, so the geology of Svalbard was always on show. Even when covered by snow, the underlying formation and structure of the mountains could be seen. I don’t know what it is about rock and mountains that intrigues me and I get so excited to see. I’m just thinking now about how many people climb mountains… and it surely couldn’t be just for the challenge. I wonder how many photos of mountains are posted on Instagram every day??? I don’t know what it is about big rocks and mounds of rock that captivates so many of us. It certainly captivates me!!! My high school knowledge of rock formation facilitated my recognition of some of the types of rock and it was exciting to see how the igneous and metamorphic bedrock layers and Triassic […]
I was conscious of not walking ahead of our guide, but enjoyed taking steps alongside; often quietly without words. I felt like an explorer. I loved every step of the tundra across the rocky, spongy, icy terrain. I dreamed as a child that I would walk across the tundra, and after my first hikes in Greenland, something sparked within me a yearning to continue taking steps across this frozen landscape. I loved meandering along the trenches of the watercourses and wished the day and the gullies just kept going. I quickly found a rhythm of walking without actually looking directly down to where I stepped – even with my knee not completely strong again I felt a comfort in my stride. I was able to casually scan as I walked and so many fascinating things intrigued me; the geology, plants, animal remains, historical archaeological artifacts, the snow, the ice, the waves, the light. Everywhere I looked was interesting. Walking the land helped me to construct in my thoughts the environment and circumstances early explorers and settlers had to contend with, in the times of early exploration; with those times but a speck on the timeline of Svalbard’s […]
I heard a thunderous cracking and deep rumbling boom. Where was the splash? My eye searched for the plume of misty water rising from the huge chunk of ice falling from the glacier front… but I couldn’t see anything. I missed it this time, but often I saw this immense fissured, white expanse of ice expel chunks and pillars into the freezing waters of western Svalbard. The groaning, cracking roar is unforgettable. The glacier has a voice as it pulses and surges being drawn by gravity toward the sea. In slow motion, the falling structure of ice slides and crumbles into an engulfing, expanding, rising wave that itself has created. The huge displaced chunks of ice bob randomly behind the radiating wave that expands slowly away from the glacial front. Every piece of floating ice in the path of this rising arc of water has it’s turn to move and reposition on the near freezing water, and their sploshes answer in response to the recent glacial fracture. For me there’s something magnificent about witnessing a glacier calving. I know that the increase speed of progression of glaciers especially in the Arctic Archipelago of Svalbard is likely […]
It’s the wind and waves. The wind and waves determine the way we journey on the tall ship Antigua in the Arctic waters of Svalbard. A Force 8 gale was predicted for most of the following week… so the wind and waves were already penciling in our journey as we boarded the ship in Longyearbyen in Svalbard. I’ve been anticipating this journey for 18 months … and as the crew cast off the thick yellow rope from the mooring in Longyearnyen… if felt quite surreal feeling the gentle movement of being on the water again. I love the ocean. I feel comfortable there. I feel more land-sick returning to land than sea-sick on the ocean. I did however have a hefty supply of fresh ginger and ginger tablets – ‘just-in-case’. I’ve now returned from this incredible journey to the Arctic and have my ‘land-legs’ back, and I’m back on the grid, so I would like to share some my experiences in the Arctic; and follow with our journey from Oslo to London in our 1921 Vintage car – Rosie. I’ve always loved boats; and so does Max! I helped my dad build one as a child… […]
Lenin still maintains a protective and proud gaze over abandoned buildings alongside the Nordenskiöld Glacier at a place which once held such hopes for prosperity and prestige. Pyramiden has a very interesting history, hinged on the history of the Svalbard region. Beginning around the 17th century these surrounding Arctic Islands were used as a base for whaling and walrus trapping…. btw… The Longyearbyen museum gives a fantastic account of the timeline for the history of this region. By the beginning of the 20th century, the need for energy for industry was a high priority and coal was found here and became a valuable resource – for a period. Up until then, this archipelago belonged to no one nation and was freely used by many countries with no main governance. That changed in 1920 and the Svalbard Treaty was established by Norway, the United States and Britain; granting Norway the sovereignty over the region. The Soviets were preoccupied with their own civil war and were disgruntled at not being included in the process… but due to the way the Treaty was drafted, it left room for other countries – 40 in fact; to establish commercial interests in the region. In the 1930’s, […]
Shadows stretch in the middle of the day. My fingers are snug in 2 pairs of gloves as I peer out from a goretex hood and a cowl I knitted on the flight to this northernmost town in the world; north of the Arctic circle at roughly 78 Degrees North. My nose and cheeks were not accustomed to the freezing cold accompanying such a blue sky, as we wandered through the empty street on a Sunday afternoon to get our northern bearings set. We soon realised that Sundays were quiet days…. as was before 10am every morning; where the only movement in the street was the occasional flurry of gravel being blown by the howling wind…. and us… wandering inquisitively through the streets. The mountains dusted with a recent snowfall stood guardian to this small township which has months of both continued daylight and continual darkness. I still can’t get my head around it being dark for 4 months of the year. The locals say they have two winters…. the dark and the light winter. The dark winter, or polar night, when the sun doesn’t rise at all for two months, is followed by a period of twilight in February and early March. My […]
It was heaven to not see signs in an alternate ‘English’ version. It felt like we were once again in a foreign country. This time it wasn’t the poorer nations; but rather what seemed to be a very wealthy country, with a language I had absolutely no skills in deciphering. On some past journeys to France, Spain, Chile, Portugal, Switzerland… I’ve been able to meander through the words and deconstruct them using my rudimentary Latin, French and Spanish… but Norwegian was a whole new ballgame! It was kinda fun being clueless .. and quite lovely to spend the week in the city where English wasn’t catered to just for tourists. It felt like I was actually in another country. It was interesting to note however that despite the lack of visible English; English was spoken as a fluent second language. It was however helpful to read the English version in the Museum and Art galleries… but those were places where international visitors were expected to visit… so the use of English was appropriate. So…now our attempts to tackle the Top 10 things to do in Oslo. Awake before the sun was – body clocks not quite adjusted; […]
High above Iraq and Turkey it struck me how different all our lives are… and how different each of them are when viewed from different perspectives. I was captivated by the rugged landscape below and was thinking how wonderful it would be to live and journey across that incredible land… until it dawned upon me that I was looking down on Iraq and Turkey. I then had a sad wave of recognition of the history of the peoples who have inhabited this rugged landscape, and had a sobering realisation of how different things are from different view points. I felt a deep sense of gratitude for my life. I am privileged to have been selected and invited to participate in artist residency aboard the tall ship Antigua, sailing around Svalbard for a couple of weeks. Max and I have started our journey together toward Oslo. Our trajectory over 36 hours took us through Adelaide then to Dubai which was during the night… but the flight from Dubai to Oslo was spectacular. We passed over Kuwait, Iraq, Turkey, Black sea, corner of Bulgaria… then the clouds started to cover Rumania, Hungary, Slovakia, Poland, Sweden, Norway. It […]
‘The Ice Breathes’ is my body of work generated from my experiences in the Arctic, and has been exhibited internationally as a moving image work and individual fine-art photographs. As an artist with my foundation in photography; over the past year I’ve found my artistic expression expanding into my knitting and fibre arts.
There is no differentiation between how I live my life and my art that is an expression of it… and without really realizing it I’ve found myself diving into designing something from my own personal profound experiences.
I'm planning on wearing this to the Arctic in a few weeks to participate in the Arctic Circle Residency, which I am sooo excited about.
I’ve connected deeply with the Polar Regions and have felt ‘the ice breathe’. My photographs are an expression of the ‘unseen’ which I felt and brought me to tears in these incredibly precious and powerful places… and now this experience is being translated into this jumper I’m knitting.
When I saw #guthriesweater
Winter solstice and I’m living quietly. I looked to the sky today and reflected on the path my life has taken and how it has changed; in particular over the past year or so. I saw in the space of the deep blue sky that I am living more quietly… and that doesn’t mean that I’m not doing crazy things all around the world… it doesn’t mean that I’m not playful and exuberant…. it doesn’t mean that I’m not expressive and connected… it just means that my mind is more quiet than it has ever been. There is no push. There is no striving. My thoughts are quiet and I am content. For so many wasted years I pursued a misguided notion of purpose… and that engulfed every part of my being. My thoughts were focussed on how I could ‘fulfil my purpose’; (which is just plainly quite silly); and I realised far too late the destructive nature of my committed pursuit. There was so much cognitive static and chaos in my head. I had chronic insomnia. My mind was so noisy. Last week I came upon a sketch I drew many years ago of […]
2019 is looking pretty big for us. First a trip to the UK combining heaps of wonderful things.
In March a visit to the Edinburgh Yarn Festivaland cruising in Penny around Scotland and the Shetlands...the Flying Scotsman in Penny... then to a rally in May from London to Lisbon with Herowhere I am driving this beautiful little 1957 Austin Healey.
As many of you know I love driving and the rally from Paris to Madrid was where my love of rallying was ignited. I'm not physically capable of driving Penny or Rosie... so we bought this beautiful car which has an interesting race history.
I've been practicing on our ritual Sunday drives to Maleny for brunch.. and I just love how it handles. I will be driving and Max will be doing the navigating this time. I'm sooooo excited.
Then in August/September/October...
Happy Days! ... Well... I turned shit into fertiliser and what a wonderful world I have re-entered.
Knitting. Yes knitting! Have a peek at my my newInstagram account @skeinydipping.
I learned to knit as a child and bred angoras when I was first married over thirty years ago; and smile quietly when I see sheep in the paddocks - wherever we go, all across the world.
I love wool. I love the hair from goats and alpacas. I love working with the softness in my hands. I love the earthy raw smell of unscoured fleece. I love the natural colours using plant dyes. I love the beauty in speckled hand painted yarns. I love the texture of stitches. I love the warmth of garments made with love and time.
I feel such a sense of comfort and joy when I knit.
I also love the rhythmic nature of spinning as the fibre slips gently through my hands.
The colours of nature reveal themselves miraculously as my pot of petals or plants surrenders and seeps their essence into the wet hot fibre.
Knitting pretty much was my saviour last year and I havent stopped. Always - "Just one more row! I laugh. My spinning wheel now takes pride of place in my room and I often have skeins of beautiful yarn at the end of my bed as I look at the colours in the morning as the sun rises.
I've been knitting a sweater for myself for a trip to the Arctic later in the year. I've also been knitting...
Road trip! On the road again in our beautiful 30-98 E Type Vauxhall on a trip to Merimbula organised by The Vintage Sports Car Club of Australia on a National Veteran and Vintage Vauxhall Rally. This rally was sponsored by the National Trust (NSW). We met with a fabulous group of Vauxhall enthusiasts who shared their passion and commitment to these remarkable vehicles. I wonder whether the engineers back-in-the-day ever imagined how capable and longstanding these machines would be and how much pleasure they would bring to all those who journey in them! Our vehicle is magnificent. She has been amazingly restored and amongst the collection of 30 or so other vehicles – was a stand-out. ‘The J’ – as Max and I fondly call her; is beautiful. Her idle needed a bit of attention – but other than that, riding in her was exhilarating… and yes a whole day on the road and 500kms can be quite arduous. It’s noisy. Max and I don’t really have conversations. Just comments about the smells… the birds… the landmarks… directions…. and when to stop for brunch or a cuppa and cake! We had such yummy food on our road-trip. […]
Excited to receive winner of two sections - Nature book and Moving Image at the Tokyo International Foto Awards.
Winners exhibition in Japan on May 12-16, 2018 at the CA Gallery in Tokyo.
All winning entries can be viewed here - TIFA Award Winners
You can view my winning entries here - The Shape of Cold The Ice Breathes