farewelling friends and working on the oceania series

Last Saturday I did some more work on the snapper painting in oils after a trip out gatehring different kinds of seaweed to use 1. as a mulch on the garden 2. to create seaweed tea to water the plants with and 3. to use as a resource for finishing the snapper painting.

Some of the weeds were stunning - all collected fromt he beach where they were washed up so environmentally friendly gathering expedition - check out this scarlet coloured weed resting on the beach sand...

Also used some of the items collected when beachcombing for the inspriation behind painting up an old tyre which i have now filled with soil and planted pumpkins into...

Other news - my dear friend Cecilia left yesterday - this is her in front of a photo i took of her and the baby earlier in the year. Her husband has been relocated with work - has not quite sunk in that they have left yet - a lovely Christian couple whom quickly became part of my heart.

confusion is a problem

I spent time yesterday working on the next stage of the large oil painiting of the snapper i am working on so it will be finished and dry in time for the november and December exhibitions ( of which them theme will be "The Artist's Oceanic Garden".

However i find I am struggling to overcome mental fatigue and become quickly confused and jumbled in my thoughts and overloaded as to what I need to do to get ready for it. I need to make lists of what work I will be selling and what I still need to do but I just feel a bit lost.

Its frustrating. I know my work is of a good enough standard but I just struggle with my disordered thoughts to be able to put things together in a cohesive workable way. Feeling quite distressed about it today and like this will be yet another missed out on opportunity as I battle on on my own.

My mind and body continually fail me. It is most frustrating and feels so hopeless. On my own, where I would love to be moving forward and achieveing, I am failing. I just dont hav the cohesiveness of thought I require to be able to belaying out a plan of action and orgainsisng what needs to be done in an achievable way.

House and mind are cluttered and disorganised. Yet no one seems to want to 'hear' that - just telling me I can do it. But I cant. I have repeatedly tried and repeatedly not accomplished being able to think in a clear and ordered manner as to what needs to be done, loet alone do it.

Painting Miniatures

Have been experimenting in painting 'miniatures' this afternoon in line with about.coms monthly painting projects - surprisingly the shell was just lovely as a surface to work on - I thought it migt behave a little like bone which I found the paint slid off of

- but the shell gripped the paint rather well.

Matchbox Yacht - acrylic on matchbox

The Moon Maker - Acrylic on Shell

Silent Noise - perfuming paper experiment

Today I spent some time working on 'Silent Noise' - so called because everyone is talking but no one is listening to anyone (and none of the characters in the work have any ears)

The painting is a glorious experiment - the background is on watercolour paper soaked in French Perfume left over from the India trip in 1995 (AMARIGE de GIVENCHY) and coloured in gold and russett acrylic pighment washes - the figures were from a sketch I did the other day, transferred onto the paper with carbon and then overpainted in gouache and ink to finish.

Trying to decide whether to mount it square or rectangular...

Vision and Mission statements: Goal Setting 09

What do I want: My Goal (Vision)
To be recognised as a NZ artist locally, nationally, internationally

Why do I exist (why do I want to set up business for as an artist? - What is the reason such a business would exist?) (Mission statement)

As an artist I exist to share (not waste or leave unexplored or unopened) the talent and skill loaned to me by God with 1. the local community 2. with my nation and 3. with the world.

• This requires only my best work (paintings, photography and other mahi). It demands the best of me, not my 'seconds'.
• My work is a vehicle through which I shall find the courage to speak about things that are crying out to be expressed but may I may not have adequate words or clarity of thought or speech to express in such a way as to be understood.
• At the very least my mahi will be able to pay for itself. Ideally my mahi is a means to provide sustainable income for myself and others

As an artist I also exist to give something back to this world through my work to the local community, nationally and internationally.

• This could come in the form of passing on knowledge (tutoring - paid and green swaps)
• community projects such as the arts festivals fundraisers or the like minds like mine projects or setting up website for whaioraarts
• artists against slavery fundraising exhibitions for international causes
• or other such things.

As an artist I must always enquire of myself when choosing work for exhibition: "Is this my BEST work?"

Up-coming exhibitions and planninf for that

I sat down with the budget today after recieving forms in the mail for 2 different exhibitons before the end of the year - each requiring a small body of works as part of a larger arts festival - and worked out the costs for each will be about the same once petrol is incorporated.
Budget is pretty tight but if i set aside all the money allowed for emergencies I will be able to cover the initial exhibitng costs so that was a relief - just praying there are no emergencies between now and then!
But the dilemma now is what to select for my body of work - I have several ideas and possibilities - have a month to have the main elements of the work completed so it has enough curing time and then I can work on the other aspects of marketing and presentation but I am so disjointed in my decision making I am struggling to decide on one clear focus. This is also exabbergated by the need at this time to generate sales to be able to afford more materials and opportunities and cover costs. I am an art addict - its as vital to my well being as good nutritious food. I ned to find a constructive way to support this 'habit'. And a focussed direction.
I'd wanted also to enter some art awards but struggled with the form fillling in so once again quite disheartened at my lack of ability that continually penalises me because I find it so hard to get the forms filled in and the work away.

WorkLog

I've recommitted to painting daily and actively seeking to develope professionally so this week Ive set up the hospitals tilting table in the lounge to work on and have it so the paints are on a table to the right so I'm not doing more damage to my arms in anyway. I'm very short on canvas now and so its hard trying to work on a body of work that I am wanting to do specifically for the two exhibition coming up. Had intended to start reusing old canvases but did not have the heart to paint over something already done so instead ended up touching up the paintings instead - have reworked 'Pororae' as it had some marks on it due to how I'd stored it - it looks great now but does not really fit in with anything.

I'm finding it hard to be clearminded about what I want to work on for exhibition - I really need some work to sell as canvas has gone up so much in the shops - went to buy some yesterday and a $14 canvas is now over $20!

I think my greatest joy this week has been getting permisiion from the neighbours to sit on their lawn and paint their stunning magnolia tree. I've found it great for location work to take the oil paints and a plaette knife - no clean up really - been a bit of an exploration into thick impasto which is kind of strange to do - feels more like putting icing on a cake than doing a painting - worked on the magnolia tree for about an hour and a half.

Its a stunning tree with heavy cream and cerise blossoms atop a silvery-grey trunk. The big winds turned the grass at the foot of the tree into a veritable carpet of deliciously thick petals and i was so pleased I plucked up the courage to ask them if i could come over and paint it as today i notice most of the petals have gone and the tree is just not the same anymore.

I find there is a point in any work where I think 'Oh Lord, what complete rubbish!' but if I press on there comes another point where often it all suddenly falls into place and the painting tells you it's done.

At that point one really NEEDS to stop. Learn to listen to the painting. It will tell you when it's finished - there will be a sense of completeness about the work - then you know it's timeto stop.

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playing with watercolours in shades of blue....

Finding hope

mmm - well - in regards to the next post...

Artschool are saying they never received my enrolment forms DESPITE them having been faxed and having a fax receipt from weeks ago

and

WINZ person is saying I am not eligable for tIA DESPITE that in accordance with the website criteria I am still eligable as i started the course and had TIA approval before April 2009...

WHY do people make things so much more difficult than they need to be?????

Arrgh

Feeling very very sad

Being on invalids benefit, the government were kind enough to fund for the Diploma I am doing at art school but just recently they appear to have moved the goalposts so I am now stranded part way through the diploma (had completed the foundation stage and was about to go onto stage 1). I cannot afford to take on debt so I just feel devistated. I was also really stressed that the admin side of artschool made things so much more difficult for me than they needed to be over the last few months. i struggle with reading and writing and there wss some real unhelpfulness ocuring- if a monthish ago when the meeting was all arranged and she was keen to put the TIA through and all was going ahead the admin side at art school had not been so dogmatic i would now be working on my stage 1 work - but now the goalposts have changed with the funding I've missed out, yet again, on something I really wanted to do. I am so upset.

Artschool gave me a reason for getting up in the morning. It helped me be lifted out of the situation I am in and work on something that was moving forward into a future and expanding my horizons, something other than sickness to occupy my waking thoughts.

I learned new ways of doing things, was exposed to materials I had never heard of, and the years I really needed to do were coming up - all about professional practice and carreer things and I feel so very very sad that this has been made so difficult to be part of when it was such a construtive part of my life.

With my life in so much turmoil and uphealev and so much being uncertain about my future, this was the ONE constant i had to hold onto. The one thing that was just a joy. The one thing that was going to be there to bring purpose and direction.

Now its gone. And I dont know what to do. I cant make this right. i cant make any thing right. It is a lost opportunity and I feel so very sad. One more goal 'not achieved' to add to the many many other 'not achieved's' Yet it did not need to be so. Very sad.

Blood and Water

I have been considering the background I did the other day (sunset) for a while now and it seemed to need a dribble of blue running from the top of the work on the far RHS. As I saw this in my mind suddenly i thougth - oh my goodness - it's 'Blood and Water' a crucifixion painting.

I started to sketch in in chalk the line i wanted but realised there needed to be not one but three dribbles of water so ruled them all up so they were at the right intervals and lengths.

I debated whether to use a syringe or not to do the dribbles (as in 'The Memory') but in the end opted for a skinny brush loaded with paint. The thing that hit me after completing the work was not just that it was the Blood and Water of Christ that gushed out as He was peirced in the side post crucifiction, but also that inadvertantly I had painted in the three crosses of Christ and the two criminals (one on either side) where the Blood and Water intersected. I also realised the way I had integrated the silica sand and the overpainting in reds creats like a sense of movement, like blood flowing through a vein

The startling primary colours of the Blood and Water against the background also talks about Christ standing in the space between us and eternal torment.

Really thrilled with the work. Looks quite simplistic i guess with the primary colours against the black but is really quite complex.

The blue in this image is not quite true to colour for some reason - not sure why.

The BEST thing that the Physio from the Rehab team gave me was ‘permission to paint’ so today, without guilt, I loaded up the basket of my walking frame with oil paint tubes, palette knives, a roll of toilet paper for cleaning up, and a couple of canvases and headed off with my faithful cat to paint the old persimmon tree. The walking frame has a tray on the top which I have discovered today is a perfect height to paint from, and putting the palette on the seat means it is VERY accessable and leaves my arms free so there is not the pain of holding anything.

Opal, the cat, got a bit bored and wandered off for her own explorations, calling out loudly to me at intervals to make sure I hadn’t left without her.

I haven’t used a palette knife very often and I found today the best approach for me was to pick up the paint with it and make lots of little short strokes following a certain direction . BOY it used up a HEAP of paint for a quite small canvas!

I love the finished work, it is so vibrant and full of colour and movement – such a ‘happiness’ painting – and the fruit are so THICK in their application (combined brilliant red, vermillion (I LOVE vermillion) and a nice yellow and plastered it on with broad swirls of pigment.

Came home just as the heavens opened and a huge outpouring of rain occurred over a 5 minute period.

I feel relieved to have had the time out on location painting – it’s very emotionally healing as painting is the only time I am fully present in the moment, fully focussed, especially if out on location. It gives me the only break I get from how hard things are sometimes. It gives me a chance, just for that moment, to feel at ‘one’ with this world, to be alive.

Painting Persimons

There is a magical place, not far from here where, in an abandoned block of land surrounded by a wired fence and the silvery grey back of an old block building, stands the most glorious Persimmon Tree. The fruit are suspended like ruddy orange orbs between the richly hued leaves resplendent in autumnal tonings of scarlet and green.

Today, as I approached with sketchbook and camera in hand, a flock of silvereyes were feasting, perching precariously on the ruptured flesh of overripe fruits, flitting from branch to branch, fully gorged stomachs hanging in distended bliss. I tried to capture them through my lense but they were too quick for me so contented myself with a small sketch instead.

I must go back, again and again, to recapture all that i have missed. It is a place of such unexpected treasures, a wealth of colour against the drab grey of neglect.

Today I started the painting using tonings of Burnt Seinna, Transparent Red Oxide and (unfortunately) a touch of Permanent Light Green slathered over a longish landscape canvas. Into that I have texturised with plastic then imprinted leaves from the very same Persimmon Tree that I found so unexpectedly delightful. Looking at it now I really LOVE the dried effect - the imprint left by the leaves looks like how leaves fall to the ground in Autumn then gradually skelatilise on the bare earth.. I had intended to overpaint the background but now i think I shall leave it just as it is and instead of a whole tree I shall tomorrow go and gather one fallen fruit and paint just that in the bottom right hand corner of the canvas with perhaps a silvereye perched on the edge, just as I saw them today. I think it will give me much happiness to have such a beautiful memory to look at in the months ahead as winter sets in and i am in bed.

Big changes afoot...

I've begun work on a new series - Think it will end up being called "Genesis".

I find for me the time just before I am fully awake in the morning is often filled with increased 'seeing' or visions and so yesterday I started work on the two paintings I 'saw 'that morning in the 'inbetween time' as I like to call it when you are not fully asleep yet not quite awake either.

The paintings are actually the same idea, just generated two different ways. I am really pleased with the second work, not so much so with the first as in the 'inbetween time' I saw blackness with a thin red streak entitled 'sunset'. The second painting has really captured what I saw - in the first the line is too wide and regular and did not have the same sense of conveyence.

I am finding the state of finances really tough atm. Like i was unhappy with the first painting and it quite upset me thinking of the unrecoverable financial outlay that I had just 'wasted' a canvas and paint and couldn't afford to pop down town to get more as there was no more money to do so and i have already this week taken a big chunk out of grocery money in order to buy canvas and paint. I had the painting up on the wall reviewing it's merits (or lack there-of...) and within a few unguarded seconds found myself thinking 'whats the point?' Lack of funds is so unhelpful and so discouraging. I wish there were some form of scholarship or something or way to fund explorations for a decent year or so to get together something really decent to show and exhibit. A free year in which to explore the strengths and direction my work is going to head in and begin buiding a professional portfolio or body of work.

i also need to work out how I am signing my work and whether to use a pseudenom or not - esp being online. The two paintings today remain unsigned at present.

Cut my hair in the weekend. Went to cut it all off but stopped before that happened. Actually looks OK surprisingly. Rather pretty. A nice bob.

i am so on edge as have not been able to sleep for days now.

Local Scenery

Photos from the other day out at the beach...the reflections on the wet sand were amazing. It was bitterly cold though as the wind swept right along the beach.

I have been a bit 'precious' about posting photos that I intend to use myself due to the internet piracy issues but working on that at the moment and this was too lovely a day not to share it... yet today we have lightnening and thunder and hail...

Last photo - very a-typical housing endemic to the area

sketching on Location is always wonderfully absorbing...not always GREAT PAINTINGS emerge - but the ideas they generate and the joy of being there is wonderful

I think it is because you are totally 'in-the-moment- , there is no sense of past and only anticipation of the future, all there really is is the 'now' - it is a mostly very 'still' place to be.

I have had a brainwave. Am beginning now to assemble my home ready for my 2nd inhouse exhibition in July and was not sure how to best go about it but this morning I have recalled I have photos of one other time when the house was assembled like an art gallery so I think i shall have a good look at them, escepially how the end room was assembled as my last year and before work will be in there and can set it up similar. Then i can use the studio for the new work using the limited colour palette and the rest of the house for photography, 3D and new work other than the limited colour palette work.

On the way out to the beach the other day I was speaking with a shop owner and there is a possibility of comission work, they want a painting done of their batch and i need $ for registering the car so i can continue to have the use of it so I need to get in touch with them and formalise things if they do want to go ahead. I just think that would be a great sloution for both of us. A young man I know also would like to do a 'green swap' - getting my car up to warrentable standard in terms of fixing things relating to the stereo system that prevons owners illegally installed in the car in exchange for my speakers in the back of the car. He's a very reliable young man so hoping he knows what he's doing.

weekend work

"Warning - unstable area - please keep off"

had to laugh at irony of a sign which is toppling over the
area it is marking is so unstable a reflection on my own life also - painted in Gouache on card on location.

No creativity for me today after a bit of time on location yesterday braving the bitter wind and sunshine to familiarise myself a little more with Gouache as a medium by going out and doing some small sketches at the beach.

It seems to dry very powdery and is hard to apply unless it is well wetted down (although for the waves in 'Kite Surfer' I applied it directly from the tube for the surf and it has dried almost like a semi impasto feel.)

)This one was sketched for a friends sons birthday - his secret swimming spot - adding gold ink highlights when back in the studio seemed the right thing to do.

Think it demands a bit more exploration.

Seems to be more effective when used in controlled conditions like the studio (see the Cat under the Grapefruit tree).



Currently I am having to buy art supplies on chit - a local retailer allows me to book things up and I just have to pay them back each month. Did a work out the other day and realised I am spending between $90- $100 per month for supplies, even with a discount. {No wonder food has been so lacking...) Apart from one purchase which I have not used they have all been exceptionally useful and necessary.



ARt is my ONE indulgence that does not centre around my health or hospital meetings or surgeons or rehab or physio or ADLs. Art does not care if I can't walk or am in pain or hungry. Creativity is not stomped out by the endless regime of analgesics and opiates and other medication. It doesn't care if there is no money in the bank or if the money is overflowing. Art will always find a way to make it's presence felt.



there are some things going on in my life that MAYBE I will explore on this blog, or not. Have not decided yet. But there is a new 'facet' going onto who I am and what I am about.
Think that is part and parcel of being an 'artist at work' - things change, you grow, things move on

red yarn

Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays I have set aside for art and creativity BUT today I was SOOOOO unmotivated and struggling...


Worked on an artschool exercise (quick sketches of figure drawing) and by the time had finished thought 'wow that would look GREAT as a design on one of my old storage boxes' (a recycled supermarket wine box ) so while the inspiration was there painted up some cards and part way through painting up the storage box in the same design.


Initially it was just a sketch of four different figures but had wanted to link them together somehow so hence adding the red 'yarn'.


The background of the card is painted in Resenes 'Lima' and the figures and yarn were done in bed using gouache. Box is also in Lima for the base, have not done the figures on it yet

New Zealand Inanga (native Whitebait)

My Photograph of a New Zealand Freshwater Whitebait – Inanga is the Maori name for them – This one is a mature adult about 3 and a bit years old.
These freshwater fish are found in one of the local lakes and thrive in captivity on mosquito larvae and good quality goldfish flakes, however you have to be very careful to keep the water 100% contaminant free as they are very sensitive to pollutants of any kind.
They are surface feeders and have tiny spry that seem to be all eyes and no bodies. Not sure if they are egg or live layers.
They do best in a tank with fine fine gravel or sand as anything else traps the fry and the do not survive.
The fish change colour depending on their environment. At the lake i collected them from they were quite transparent to a creamy white, changing colour to adapt to whatever I used in the tank.
An easy, practical fun fish to rear. Photographed April 2009

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The painting that stemmed from the subject in question...not sure which way up to put it nor whether to call it :Three Well Dressed Gentlemen" or : Tap Dancing Fish" - for a larger version either look at the next post (scroll down a bit) or click on the images.

painting native whitebait and the truth about rain...

1. An Aspect of Rain

I noticed an odd thing today as I lay in bed looking out the window once again at the rain.
Against the sky the rain was invisible, but against the darkness of the triangular shaped pine the rain was clearly visible.
It made me think - just because you can’t see something, it doesn’t mean it is not there or doesn’t exist.
Like God, sometimes when things are ‘grey’ we just can’t see Him or feel Him or hear Him, but that does not mean He isn’t there.
And when I see things that are different that what others see, does that make me crazy or ‘wrong’ or ‘weird’, or is it just my brain looking at things in a different light than someone else might?

2. The Painting of the Native Fish...
It is odd how paintings evolve sometimes.
Today I noticed one of my freshwater native whitebait (Inanga) was in the last stages of life (3 ish years old), so fished it out of the tank for some photographs. They have gills covers the colors of an irridescant paua. Decided to take the opportunity to paint it also. Wanted some form of balance and also to use the new color palette so painted a fish in each third of the canvas (they have a lovely diamond scale patterning). It was rather cartoony and noticed the bottom fish was looking rather anxious. Suddenly thought if I turned the painting on the side and gave each fish a top hat it would end up being quite a stylish and humorous work—the white bellies making them look like they are wearing tuxes. As it has evolved the fish have a rather guilty air about them, as though they have been evicted from a club or something or are sneaking off somewhere to do something a bit naughty and are scared of getting caught...
In the first image you can see the actual fish in the bottom left corner...before the top hats were added...
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painting painting painting painting

Have been working hard this week - last weekend completed 'Arohanui' - just need to do the sides - in the above pic you can see the initial sketch done in June 2008 - all very mathematical using thirds and circles and triangles and horizontal and vertical lines to get the layout just how I needed it to be...

I have also started working on a recipie book... see below for the title page in acrylics (have removed last name for internet purposes - so not really a big white rectangle in the top of the painting...

and a paint effect tukutuku panel box, just because I could and because I was learning how to do it so thought i'd start on something that didn't matter if it was not 'quite right'

And begun working on a painting called 'waiting for the Harvest'...(the one with the cabbage)

Over the week have done a few bits and pieces - caught a nice sunrise from my bed the other morning - reminded me of the ripples on a David Hockney pool...

Bought some 'gauche' the other day and used it to illustrate a page of the new recipie book - interesting to watch it dry as it is so Matt in a[ppearence and gives a lovely flat coverage, on the black pages of the reci[pie book it looked like cheap tempera paint so not that great. On white paper however the effect is quite different.

And today I've been trying to capture a vision I had this morning of an unusual object called a Tajine - using a limited colour palette of Paynes grey, gold and titanium, - drawn in a very styalised style and added a 'foot' for it to stand on

Have since GOOGLED taghine (how I thought it might be spelled) and found they actually do exist and are moroccan cooking vessels! Spelled tajine.

silvereye photograph

Today I was blessed to have an instant of a stationary silver eye in the guava tree that I snuck up on and took a shot of.

One chance - and thankfully the camera behaved and took the shot.

Eight Bells

Last year a captain of a fishing boat was kind enough to give me a couple of snapper so I have finally finished a sketch for him of his vessel. Needs to be 'fixed' then can post it off on Monday.

I love the idea of 'fair exchange'

Will send him the one on the left and work on the other one another day or perhaps leave it as is - not yet decided...

I am SO behind in my work - lately there has been so much stress in my life and so much pressure from all angles it has been really hard to get into a frame of mind to create - my mind is so overloaded with other things.
And the time I have being 'up' each day (out of bed) has been used up with other things.
I just have to set aside time now to work and try and not let all the other pressures andcommittments and deadlines intrude, otherwise it will add more stress and pressure to an already difficult situation.

SO today I have set my timer and just worked. When the timer went off I did a little bit more and put the phone back on the hook then have had to stop for the day. Feeling really ill at them moment so it's back to bed for the afternoon - hopeing tonight I have some more 'together' time so can start work on the next thing that needs to be done.

EARTH HOUR HAS BEGUN

Well it is 9.10pm here in New Zealand and my lights are out and candles glimmering very pleasently as I do my bit for the planet.

As always we're the first in the world so wonder how many others will follow.

today has been an 'in bed' day again apart from a breif period of being up early this afternoon to see someone off who called in.

I am SO greatful for the rehab table over the bed as this evening I was able to be lying down working on some things whilst watching an artschool video.

It continues to make such a difference in my life.

Tomorrow hopefully i will hear from artschool what hours i have remaining to do in each subject area so I can select what to focus in on in particular - i am so full of ideas and things to do that this is really vital otherwise I will end up not completing my hours in one area because i have spent my all time in another.

If I don't hear i am going to paint up some backgrounds ready for drawings I need to get done for various people - some are WAY overdue - like the drawing of a fishing boat that the captain gave me two large snapper for last year - I must get onto that and send it off to him - very much into an equal exchange process where you and the other person swap things of an equal value and worth.

I am also very inspired by some of the visual ideas generated min my head when listening to various sermons in cHurch - one in particular really needs to be done as an oil painting - but am wondering - should I finish all my unfinished work first before starting something new - have several things waiting for completion at the moment.

Tomorrow I have NO meetings and only one committment later on in the afternoon so hoping for a decent block of working time. I lOVE Tuesdays!

quoting Steph

"I occasionally dip a toe into the inviting waters of spontaneity but regret it pretty quickly"

Steph. March 11, 2009

Beautiful piece of writing Steph - well done. {Grin}

And Tim - {waves} an official HI!

Recycling Damask and Sketching snappers

Was given a snapper this morning so FINALLY took the plunge and made an apron from an old damask table cloth that should have been in the rag bag years ago and used indian ink to sketch the snapper onto it in several different positions.

An acheivement 1. Because it is the first time i have done any sewing (I swapped a painting for a machine a while back now and first time I have used it) and 2. because I've wanted to work on facric for a long time but have held off because I did not want to risk ruining something by using the wrong materials.

I trialled on a waste peice before starting to use the indian ink on the apron peice. Really thrilled with the result - it looks like professionally printed fabric - not like a first time one off piece.

I'd love to explore this idea more - it seems most practical to have 'functional' one off art works.

Bathsheba's Bath (the sin of a King)

2 Samuel 11

Bathsheba's Bath - the sin of a King

(chalk pastel on cartridge)

David and Bathsheba

1 In the spring, at the time when kings go off to war, David sent Joab out with the king's men and the whole Israelite army. They destroyed the Ammonites and besieged Rabbah.

But David remained in Jerusalem.

2 One evening David got up from his bed and walked around on the roof of the palace.

From the roof he saw a woman bathing.

The woman was very beautiful, and David sent someone to find out about her. The man said, "Isn't this Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam and the wife of Uriah the Hittite?"

4 Then David sent messengers to get her. {My notes - He was the King - she had to obey him - to not do so would have meant death}

She came to him, and he slept with her. (She had purified herself from her uncleanness.) Then she went back home.

5 The woman conceived and sent word to David, saying, "I am pregnant."

6 So David sent this word to Joab: "Send me Uriah the Hittite." And Joab sent him to David.

When Uriah came to him, David asked him how Joab was, how the soldiers were and how the war was going.

8 Then David said to Uriah, "Go down to your house and wash your feet." So Uriah left the palace, and a gift from the king was sent after him.

But Uriah slept at the entrance to the palace with all his master's servants and did not go down to his house. {My notes - David was trying to get him to sleep with his wife so they could say the baby was his - it had been conceived while he was away at war and if he didn't have intercourse with his wife he would know it was someone elses. David's sin would remain hidden if he thought he was the father}

When David was told, "Uriah did not go home," he asked him, "Haven't you just come from a distance? Why didn't you go home?"

Uriah said to David, "The ark and Israel and Judah are staying in tents, and my master Joab and my lord's men are camped in the open fields.

How could I go to my house to eat and drink and lie with my wife? As surely as you live, I will not do such a thing!" {My notes: this was an honourable man}

Then David said to him, "Stay here one more day, and tomorrow I will send you back." So Uriah remained in Jerusalem that day and the next.

At David's invitation, he ate and drank with him, and David made him drunk.

But in the evening Uriah went out to sleep on his mat among his master's servants; he did not go home.

In the morning David wrote a letter to Joab and sent it with Uriah. In it he wrote, "Put Uriah in the front line where the fighting is fiercest. Then withdraw from him so he will be struck down and die." {My notes - what a JERK!}

So while Joab had the city under siege, he put Uriah at a place where he knew the strongest defenders were. When the men of the city came out and fought against Joab, some of the men in David's army fell; moreover, Uriah the Hittite died.

Joab sent David a full account of the battle.

He instructed the messenger: "When you have finished giving the king this account of the battle, the king's anger may flare up, and he may ask you, 'Why did you get so close to the city to fight? Didn't you know they would shoot arrows from the wall? Who killed Abimelech son of Jerub-Besheth ? Didn't a woman throw an upper millstone on him from the wall, so that he died in Thebez? Why did you get so close to the wall?' If he asks you this, then say to him, 'Also, your servant Uriah the Hittite is dead.' "

The messenger set out, and when he arrived he told David everything Joab had sent him to say. The messenger said to David, "The men overpowered us and came out against us in the open, but we drove them back to the entrance to the city gate. Then the archers shot arrows at your servants from the wall, and some of the king's men died. Moreover, your servant Uriah the Hittite is dead."

25 David told the messenger, "Say this to Joab: 'Don't let this upset you; the sword devours one as well as another. Press the attack against the city and destroy it.' Say this to encourage Joab."

26 When Uriah's wife heard that her husband was dead, she mourned for him.

27 After the time of mourning was over, David had her brought her to his house, and she became his wife and bore him a son.


But the thing David had done displeased the LORD.

Wanting to buy a ferry, a home, and a future Wishing I had the finances.

Frustrated at lack of funds when something as ideal as this would be comes along and you realise you have not been able to buy toothpaste this week let alone buy a ferry no matter how ideal it would be.

When I saw it I knew how ideal it would be and I felt quite deeply the gulf betweeen wanting somthing and not having the means to obtain it.

It's the kind of thing I would make come alive, and would be deeply appreciated and cared for,
It would give me a future and a hope. It would give me a means to be able to financially support myself whilst still following the call God has on my life.

Oh - I just looked it up on trade me and found it is operating as a restaurant so it MUST have a certified kitchen. I really really really want this! It's just so ME. It would give me a very 'me' home and a gallery and a teaching space and a legal kitchen for producing food for sale for a gallerycaf and a means of supporting myself all in one as well as a teaching space.

One of the times I wish I had a financial supporter who could turn to me right now and say ; yes , I'll to buy that for you and here's the land to put it on - let me organise it all for you...
http://www.trademe.co.nz/Trade-Me-Motors/Boats-marine/Yachts-sail-boats/Moored-boats/auction-204350890.htm

less than a day before the auction closes.

Todays work

I have been doing some drawing work for artschool today using chalk pastels mostly.

I thought each layer would cover up the layer underneath it but as it turns out as soon as you 'fix' them with the spray fixative the underneath layer comes through again - this would be great except that my background for the figure drawing has horizontal red stripes on it (I was using the colours of a Royal Gala apple to create an abstracted background on which to work). So the figures are transparent to a certain extent and the background shows through.

Been trialling the new bed easel and it is FABULOUS! Today I have moved it out so I can lie on the couch in the lounge and work as it's easier to get a good position to work from and the couch is now on wooden blocks so the easel slides right underneath it. Marvelous piece of equipment and SUCH a Godsend. It is SO nice to be able to draw again!

Last evening I went out and took some compositional shots in the cemetery - particularly nice clouds and I found my moving around to different heights and positions you could come up with some very pleasing silhouetted shots. (I was lying down at the time when I discovered by moving slightly the composition changed drastically) These are in the old cemetery - the grave stones were the only thing to remain after fire destroyed everything a few years ago - well before my time. There is a great shot of the angel outlined against the flames that someone took at the time.