Solo exhibition

Please join me for my first ever solo exhibition.

Opening night Thursday May 22nd 6.30pm – 8.30pm. Show runs until Sunday June 22nd and is open daily 9am – 5pm. It will be held in the Long Gallery at Montsalvat, 7 Hillcrest Avenue, Eltham.

Have a glass of wine, enjoy some local art and soak up the surrounds.

It’d be lovely to see you there!

Final Tokyo chapter

Walking up a side street we spied a coolroom of hanging meat on the second floor of a restaurant. Naturally we were drawn to investigate. Gonpachi hadn’t exactly satisfied. Up we wandered and soon we found ourselves sitting down with some jamon, terrine, cheese and baguette, a rose wine for me and a red wine for Steve = Happy days! 

This place was a delicious, delightful respite. Le Petit Marche in a back street of Roppongi was just what the doctor(chef?) ordered. Fortunately it was mostly patronised by Asian customers with only one other Western couple (American, I think).

 It was from here that we walked up to Kento’s – a 50s/60s pop club which although was a bar, looked more like an american diner. The band does 15 minutes on, 15 minutes off throughout the evening of american 50s/60s pop – with the occasional Abba song thrown in for good measure. The band is appropriately attired and coiffed wooing the audience who really seem to get into the swing of things even if they have little to no sense of musical timing. I drank some sweet garishly coloured cocktails; Steve had some 12 year old Yamazaki whiskey. All was somehow right with the world.

Coming home along the main street where lots of restaurants and clubs are situated was a different experience altogether. So many noisy westerners that I became quite resentful. It’s an odd feeling because I am a westerner but I was almost offended by the presence of so many westerners. I’m still processing that bit.

One guy deliberately tried to bump into me either to pickpocket(of which I had nothing on me) or to ‘cop a feel’. Either intentions aren’t pleasing but that’s honestly the only unpleasant experience like that on the whole trip.
All in all, despite many instances of language barrier, we have fared very well. Japanese people, as a culture, are very honest. They also, on the whole, have very good english language skills. Way better than our ridiculously small grasp of Japanese.
Note to self – learn more basic language skills of the country I’m travelling to.

Write drunk, edit sober

Hemingway may or may not have said this but whatever the case I agree.

I’m not suggesting creativity comes only from getting smashed. I’m saying that a few  glasses of wine can help loosen our own self-censorship tendencies that often occur.

I’ve always supported  the 2 glasses rule – that the best ideas often come after 2 glasses of wine. Subsequently, one needs to remember that more glasses of wine doesn’t actually equate to greater creativity once you get passed this watershed of 2 glasses……

Of course, it helps that I enjoy arting (yes, that’s my new favourite word…possibly made up) during the afternoon and evening. I’m not inspired to create in the morning – that’s for getting stuff done, running errands and so on {see my previous ‘rhythms’ post – I’m sure you’ve already read it}.

For myself, this can mean paint or charcoal on my wine glasses, smudged on my cheeks or up my arms. I make a mess when I create but I don’t really care. It’s all for me. I paint for me. I draw for me. I really like it when other people appreciate what I do but when it comes down to it – it’s all about AND for me!

Life is very very good.

So I know that I haven’t posted in a while but I’ve been taking it really easy just eating and drinking and sleeping in and a spot of shopping the sales with my daughters – so yeah, all the good stuff in life.

My partner and I have a list of all the places we want to visit to eat or drink or other. He’s new to Melbourne so we are enjoying our time exploring the city – him for the first time and me anew. I’m sure you all recall the “personalised tour” post….. I am actually a big fan of our special Melbourne weather. It also helps that I’m a jacket aficionado…(in joke there about our famous four seasons in one day Melbourne weather).

I generally have worked in hospitality and sales all my life so I’m not really used to having time off at this time of year. However, I could get used to it. When the biggest decision in your day is whether or not to have a nap, you know that life is good. As I sit here on a gorgeous sunny afternoon, having walked this morning and achieved enough housework to alleviate any guilt I can sip my chilled white wine knowing that I can either pick up my book or nod off for a while. 

Life is not only good. Life is very very good.

Oh what a beautiful day

Last week, I indulged my newly healthy again self and took myself to the National Gallery of Victoria. After tramming it up St. Kilda Rd and alighting at the appropriate stop I halted to take it all in – the schoolkids, the out of town tourists, the chinese guy busking and the little kids discovering the water wall at the entrance for the first time.

Straight through the main foyer I walked then paused looking up at the kaleidoscope of stained glass and out through the rear doors into the secret garden that many people don’t know even exists.I  remember once being taken there as a kid on a school excursion and although the surrounding building have crept up, it still provides an elusive peace in the centre of the chaotic city. If you’ve never been, I suggest you go.

After my artistic wanders, I wandered up to Hosier Lane for a fresher take on art – the plethora of graffitti that constantly turns over. From here, it’s a natural stumble into Mo Vida for a glass of rosado and anchovy on crouton with smoked tomato sorbet. Throw in crispy fried pig’s tail with green mole  and beef cheeks braised in pedro ximenez with cauliflower puree and another glass of that delicous dry spanish pink wine and I’m one happy camper.

Oh what a beautiful day!