The Ghost between Worlds

In spite of my deep eucalypt roots, I tumbled into the abyss and fell deeply in love with France. And when I read Agnes Durbet’s words ‘the candle is now lighted on both end into a contrasting ephemeral existence with no future’ I was inspired. Her roots are French but her branches reach up to the clear Australian sky. Two ends burn and nothing remains the same. It’s simple. Being a foreigner quickens the pulse but creates a ghostly doppler effect that lingers in the ether.

Between two worlds

Between two worlds: photo Jeni McMillan

‘Que sera sera but I am not lost anymore.

You might be transported to other continents by some exotic pictures, postal cards blue ocean and white mountains, but I am traveling within your daily life in these places we ignore or are disturbed by. I see ghosts who give my life meaning and dimension.’ Agnes Durbet.

The muse

I need to write. I am too full, spinning in perpetual motion. Hold your centre I hear the bare branched street trees rattle outside my window. Come look at the sky sings a scurrying cloud. Can I finish this story I ask the mountain? Which one will you tell comes the measured response. There are so many trails to wander so I pause from indecision. The direction is apparent but the details lack precision. ‘I am my own muse’ wrote Frida Kahlo. ‘I am the subject I know the best. The subject I want to know better.’ So I drop my resistance and do what I do. Nothing actually matters apart from creating. Release expectations and run with the wind.

la danse

La Danse, photographic collage: copyright Jeni McMillan

The Art of love

If love is an art, I surrender my preconception, begin at the beginning and open my heart. So many colours, shades, hues opaque and transparent. Light tremors in tentative beginnings. Longings, caresses on unconfined canvas. Full-bodied brushstrokes and playful minds meeting. Passionate and artful, always forgiving. Testing, exploring, cradling perfection. Inception, completion. Breathe and let go.

Digital Painting: Jeni McMillan

Beautiful Shadows

I’m at a fundraiser for Nepal. As after shocks break lives apart, firelight is casting beautiful shadows on strangers. A point in time. Nothing more, nothing less. Who am I to question? Encounters are never random.

BEAUTIFUL SHADOWS was written (by Tom Woodward) on buses, underneath trees, in spare rooms & on wintry park benches. It features the majestic production of Yen Nguyen & was recorded over several sessions in Melbourne & Sydney. Some of Australia’s finest & no-doubt sexiest musicians grace these tunes: Munro Melano, Sean Hamilton, Chris Hancock, Yen Nguyen, and not to mention the indefatigable iconoclast, Hubert Von Kunt.

Beautiful Shadows

Cover Art by Paul Summerfield

Home and Belonging

There is no place. No Holy Ground or Grail. Nothing to search for and everything to find. Look within whispers the wind. So I breathe in the flurries of fully fledged wonder. It rests in silence, slow talks the trees. I glance at the mountain because it is the rock that I seek. You are here smiles the Gods and Goddesses so timeless.

Sense of Place

Photos: Jeni McMillan