the clean up continues…

Slowly, the debris from 12 months of using my studio as a storage room is peeling away. Piles of unhomed “bits” sit in the loungeroom, waiting to be rehomed, and my space slowly starts to feel like mine once more. In amongst the piles, lay a little canvas. Half-started, and then discarded in disgust when my vision didn’t miraculously take form in the instant I dipped my brush into paint. But I couldn’t bring myself to turf it. I’m a tightwad like that. So I bulldozed a pile of paper to one side of the desk, and lay it down. A furative glance over my shoulder to ensure I wouldn’t get caught painting when I was supposedly cleaning, and out came some paint. A fresh coat. A fresh start. A fresh year. I’m still not quite sure where this peice will end up, or what it will look like. But it’s one of those pieces where the journey is more important than the destination.

dolls quilt swap.

I opened the door, and the tube I hadn’t noticed rolled gently toward me. Could it be? I picked it up, spinning it until the address came into view. It was. I raced to the kitchen, pulling the end off the tube. Gently at first, I pulled the tissue paper away before ripping the final piece. and unrolled before me was a delightfully cheery little dolls quilt. “Can I use it to tuck Pooh Bear in, please, mama?” says five year old Bear. “Squark!” says 14 month old miss Butterfly – the meaning made clear by the wildly gesticulating arms and grabbing hands. “Meh” said {implied} three year old Bubba Boy. “Rack off hairy legs” said a mama keen to keep this beautiful artwork to herself! Thanks so much Helen, I love it!

“I know, mummy, I’ll sit in the chair and you can put the blanket on me for a photo, ok?”