\nMy priorities are to hit the shops to fill the suitcase with basic clothes. I should do this at home but I tend to be distracted. So off alone to walk our local shops in Albert Park and then catch a tram to the CBD for the total basics of socks, undies, and long-sleeved T’s:)
\nMy orthotic-boosted feet fit beautifully into Camper shoes – so hitting the Camper store is always<\/em> a success story. Big TICK.<\/p>\n
In the last hours of the trip I wend my way back to the quilt exhibition to take detailed photos. I am still aiming to buy the book\/catalogue but having viewed the exhibition already I know that it is the details of the quilts that are going to feed me. I’ll include some of my faves throughout this post. They are favorites for many diverse reasons including my new awareness of quilts as blackout curtains. How cool!<\/em><\/p>\n I do appreciate these quilts very<\/em> much but they offer little inspiration – is it a case of been there done that??? I am finding that I consider this ‘moving on’ continually – whilst away, at home, and in the studio. On leaving the exhibition I set off to purchase the catalogue and two other books I have my eye on. I hesitate but decide to take a punt on Joshua Yeldham’s Surrender.<\/a> I sort of<\/em> like his beautifully inventive considered work but it is the his background that interests me. He has just been featured in the latest edition of Dumbo Feather<\/a> but I need a little more…<\/p>\n The second book I want has gone – obviously not meant for me – and most importantly<\/em> I choose not to buy<\/em> the catalogue of the quilt exhibition. I was longing to see it, and I loved seeing it, and I would very highly recommend it, but it did not STIR me. I also visited the new-to-me and absolutely wonderful bookstore in Albert Park<\/a> with a trillion covetable books but I struggled to buy two novels to take on my imminent trip<\/em>.<\/p>\n A visit to Melbourne always includes a visit to e.g.etal<\/a> to buy another lustful pair of earrings made by their wonderfully inventive artists….I came out empty handed…. At home of late I have been looking at membership groups that I belong to…with most I just lurk and learn to see if I can find a fit. Interestingly, I am not feeling jaded or cynical or depressed but something is<\/em> happening.<\/p>\n Whilst I am not quite sure of what this is all about I have an inkling that it is the world telling me to look inside myself….that I do not need to seek outside….that I do not need to keep up with all that is happening around me….that I simply need to hunker down and look for succour inside myself and bring it forth – to no other ends than to enlighten me and\/or light up me….hmmmmm.<\/p>\n More evolving coming my way.<\/p>\n
\nIt was a pleasure to visit these old gems again BUT I have a niggle that has been growing larger month by month, year by year……..these beauties do not excite me like they used to.
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\nThis moving on<\/em> process that seems to be seeping into so many aspects of my life is becoming very<\/strong> interesting.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nI know that I am, still or yet again, in the process of change\/ reinvention BUT a lot of this process is now not at all deliberate….
\nThings that would have given me succour, that would have delighted me, or grounded me, or even scared me, are no longer having that effect….and I am quite perplexed.
\nThe inspiration that I would garner by seeing works by others is not ‘working’.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nHmmmmm…..<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nand <\/em>although my time in Melbourne was very limited I still did not pop into every gallery I could have…in fact I popped into very few.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
\nPerhaps I’m really not sure where I fit and where I want to be?
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