The Chandelier of Grief, Yayoi Kusama

It was a beautiful exhibition at the Tate Modern. The artist has been living in a mental health hospital since the 1970s. I fight pain, anxiety, and fear every day, and the only method I have found that relieves my illness is to keep creating art. I followed the thread of art and somehow discovered... Continue Reading →

Love is…

My son is off at camp. My husband will be home from work after midnight. I am home alone, reading a book that is moving me to tears. It's a collection of love stories. A crazy Australian writer spent some time on a busy Brisbane street with a typewriter and recorded stories that came walking... Continue Reading →

Going to see Come From Away

It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon. Spent it wandering the streets of Soho with family. Mum and dad have come over from Tasmania. It’s been lovely to spend time with them! For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday

A weekend in Nantes, Brittany

They say there was a particularly progressive law that came from this part of France in 1598. Called the Edict of Nantes, it allowed unheard of religious freedoms to the Protestant minority living in Catholic France at the time. It was a law that upheld their rights and allowed them to live by their faith.... Continue Reading →

Positive test results

Photo by Yaroslav Danylchenko on Pexels.com Our son tested positive for covid at the end of January. He had a runny nose and some body aches, but no fever or cough. We didn't think much of it until his lateral flow test turned up with two lines -- a sign that meant he'd contracted covid.... Continue Reading →

Next on my reading list

I don’t have a reading list. I have a graveyard of unfinished books. Some books were left only a few chapters in with the hope of returning to their stories one day. Others abandoned more than halfway through never to be picked up again. I enjoy reading. I do. Really. But sometimes I feel it's... Continue Reading →

That Famous Arnolfini Portrait

I’d seen it in textbooks. Read about how remarkable this work was for it’s time (1434). I never dreamed I’d see the real thing. But there it was, just hanging there as casually as you please. I was quite delighted to stumble upon it at the National Gallery. For Becky’s Monday Portrait

One fine ordinary day

Ordinary. My ideal day looks like any other ordinary day. Preferably a Saturday. Back in Australia it started with a sunrise walk by the beach with friends. They did it for exercise. I really did it for the amazing light, their company and the açai bowl waiting for me at the end. We talk and... Continue Reading →

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