End of the Line

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is where all unfinished hopes have come to lay

They dream of broken dreams within one final dream

Then fade through skies of amber, rocks and clay

And lay to rest along the quiet stream. 

 

The broken trust, unfinished thoughts and love, unchained

Have finally found a final place to rest

Forgotten passions, not enough sustained

Great paths - all lost in remnants of a nest.

One day you'll find them waiting all along for you:

Long silences within the echoes of those dreams

One day you’ll find the strength to bring them through

And you'll come back from depths of deep blue streams. 

 

 

 

 

A Monday Rescue Story

This is a rescue story with a happy ending - just in time for Christmas.
You know those Monday morning when you show up late for work with a wild excuse to make up for it? Well, this is actually not of them.
However, I would have thought it wild, had I not witness it myself.
At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this car. Or is it?

What would your boss say if you were to show up late telling him a Galah bird got caught in your car while driving to work? This is exactly what happened to one of my neighbours.

Luckily, the Wildlife expert lives just next door and the entire complex got mobilised pretty quickly in an improvised rescue team.
Two of my neighbours worked diligently to free the bird tangled in the car front.

We are all anticipating the sweet moment when he is finally freed: will he be all right?
Understandably distressed, the little fellow is very lucky to be alive and seemingly unhurt.

I've saved the best for last: a few words about our wildlife expert in residence.
Emma is the sweetest soul. She is very passionate about her work as a wildlife volunteer. Under her expert eye, the bird was kept under observation for a short while. He settled pretty quickly and then he flew away as soon as Emma opened the cage.
He sure has a tale to tell to all his other peers who aren't bothered much to move away from the road when cars drive past them.

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Self Portrait

I'm made of blue and mountains;
Of salty taste and summers,
Long silences and echoes,
Snow, clouds and stormy waters.

I'm made in equal parts
Of sunrises and darkness
tied up with shiny moon beams
And windy whispers through quiet blades of grass,
Of solitary trees that shelter all their birds,
Rivers gone dry and icy streams.

I'm made of hopes and tales untold 
Of amber skies and loosing without trying,
Of drops of rains and rainbows raising high above,
Horse riding in the sunsets bright as gold,
I'm made of rocky seas and winning without gaining
I'm made of love.

Cast Call

It's been a while since I have drawn human bodies so I think I know what I am going to ask Santa for. Definitely a pocket mannequin is in order, as I am having a hard time with proportions & limbs.
Not long ago, I was having a very interesting conversation with a friend, about cages. Imposed and self- imposed cages, fencing and limits. Real or imaginary. This has given us an idea to illustrate the concept. Here is a sneak peak to one of my ideas - it's still work in progress and it involves faeries, of course. Cast call: anyone willing to pose for me? The shoot should not involve nudity; we can always use ballet leotards.

My 5yo asked me why are they naked. 'Coz I can't draw for dear life and I just couldn't be bothered with pretty dresses, pleats, tutus and the like. This is more of a mood board I am putting together for a concept I have in mind. I am sure the photoshoot will be very different and the final result even more far away from this.
 
What I am trying to say is don't be afraid to experiment. Even when you feel your skills are limited. At the end of the day, your dream is something that keeps you happy. Not the others.

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