Blown Away

DSC_0094Each stone has a story

And I am blown away by them all

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The Rush

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I have no idea if the French Consulate will approve my long-stay visa, apart from an inkling that the rendezvous was positive. In a reckless sort of way, I’ve been preparing to leave anyway. At least for three months. If my application pleases the administration I’m off for a year, with the option to renew. Holy shit! there’s a mountain of ends to tie off.

Being a visual artist is heart-poundingly beautiful. I spend my days soaking up images then pouring my passion onto canvas, computers and sketchbooks. I get to run around in the forest, chase clouds down the coast and occasionally throw my clothes to the wind. But there are some drawbacks. Stuff. The walls are disappearing behind mountains of artwork. Fortunately my housemates are tolerant.

I was dreaming up possibilities for art shows when there was a loud knock at the door. I assumed it was another parcel for New Housemate but the floppy plastic envelope looked oddly familiar. It was only a week since my interview in Sydney and I expected to wait two months. Was this a quick refusal or the long-awaited ticket to Europe? I opened it up… and I haven’t stopped smiling!

PS I really do need to move my paintings. Stay tuned.

 

 

 

The Flesh and Bones

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I am the muse, the photographer.and the scribe.

Which came first? A reasonable question.

The answer remains mysterious.

Ethereal as the twisted trees in a silent forest.

Shadowy as a room painted with sunlight.

Fluid as a heartbeat felt beneath my naked breast.

 

I’ve been working on this project for a couple of years now and excited about it’s birth into the world!

Two islands connected by dreams

Two islands connected by dreams. I paint to flute, hang drum, cello. The brush is dancing on the canvas, a tribal rhythm on barefoot ground. The colours visceral. French ultramarine, cadmium yellow and orange, titanium white. Raw from the tube. Mixed in situ. Linseed oil lubricating the motion. The motion lubricating the mind, the heart and the being.

Two mountains         paint!

‘Two islands’ copyright Jeni McMillan

Oil on canvas, 60cm x 60 cm