Is life about the journey rather than the destination?

Abstract ovoid bridge

I think it depends on how one measures the journey, in time or in distance. Also, there are many milestones and enjoyable deviations along life’s path.

26 years ago we moved from Birmingham, UK to Sydney, Australia, 17,034 km. The journey took three flights and a couple of nights’ stopover in Singapore. It is a distant memory.

When travelling, I prefer to get to where I am going as quickly as possible so that I can maximise the time at the destination.

In comparison to the UK, distances in Australia are gargantuan. The UK is about 965 km north to south. Our move from Sydney to Brisbane in 2018 was 1,000 km, a ten hours drive.

We continue to enjoy our shared highway of 30 years together in the UK and Australia. The ups and downs have brought us closer and reinforced our commitment to each other. We appreciate spending valuable time with our dear friends. The moments shared with them are like dazzling jewels along our road.

This week’s abstract watercolour fits in with the journeying theme. It was inspired by my husband suggesting overlapping ovoids might be interesting.

It took a number of weeks for the idea to sprout into a possibility. On plan it is a bridge made up of piles of alternating purple and green rock hoops topped with an orange capstone. I tried out the concept in Freeform on the iPhone and sketched it with coloured pencils before attempting to paint it free hand.

Enhanced abstract abalone shell

Enhanced abstract abalone interior

One of the artists I follow on Instagram posted a video of the painting of three green, purple, olive solid overlapping circles in portrait. Over this a stem and dense large leaves were added. Using a pen, lines and dots were added to alternate leaves. Then something else was added, I cannot remember what, probably flowers. I would have stopped at the three circles. I liked the simplicity of the forms, the colours, and the spatial calm.

Yesterday, I added green, yellow, and purple pencil bubbles to the abalone shell inspired watercolour from last week.

The original abstract abalone shell reflects my aim for an ‘ideal’ restrained and constrained abstract watercolour. The result evoked a meh response from me. Internally, I wrestled with the original is okay, I may make it worse if I do anything to it. Down the track, I would have earmarked it as a failure, turned the sheet over and painted on the back.

I now love the pimped up version and for the Internet, the addition of a Google Snapseed pop filter. It is sort of my first mixed media picture.

Creativity

An excerpt

Being creative energises and stimulates my mind. Planning, researching, and working up a concept for a watercolour is fun. The execution is an intense balance of speed, improvisation, allowing the paint and paper media to work their magic, and not overworking the image.

The painting process is often over too quickly and my inner critic is harsh.

The whole

Inspired by a stone trefoil with coloured glass, this abstract picture is carrying on the ovoid shapes theme with the colours intermingling rather than having hard edges.

I used left over paint from the previous watercolour with some extra colours.

As a teenager, I signed my work with Rx and the year of production. As I am tapping into the creativity of my inner child, I have revived this tradition.

Close encounter

Today’s watercolour

Yesterday at lunch time, I was completing my post machine use cleaning routine after preparing the last coffees of the day. Standing at the sink, my mind was goodness knows where whilst drying the group head with a pink cleaning sponge.

Hubby appeared at the screen door to my left. Something lightly shot across the top of my thong clad left foot. In a split second, I dropped the group head into the sink, shrieked as I leapt backwards, the sponge falling to the floor, at the sight of a four foot long eastern brown disappearing underneath the washing machine, at the same time my husband came in closing the screen door behind him.

I explained there was an asp like creature in the house. Our white fluffy dog, Stan lay on the floor watching our conniptions. Was it a look of complete disinterest he was giving us?

Hubby grabbed the floor pad handle and exclaimed upon seeing the viper in the window reveal. He attempted to open the screen door with the pole as the slithering reptile dropped into the sink. We guessed we all wanted the same thing; a speedy exit from this dramatic situation. My husband opened the screen door, joined me in the living room from where we could view the area as the snake jumped out of the sink onto the floor and out across the patio to the nearest garden border.

This is the first time in almost twenty six years of living here we have encountered a serpent. I was advised it was the second deadliest snake on Earth and one of the most venomous in Australia.

After reading up on our intruder, I was marginally relieved to learn they are generally timid only becoming aggressive when threatened.

Sun sea sand

I was unsurprised this morning when we awoke to a gloomy sky soon to be followed by rain. The forecasters advise this is a wet patch in the otherwise dryish El Nino weather pattern. As South East Queensland is subtropical, we catch a bit of Far North Queensland’s wet season around February anyway.

Faced with continued inclement weather, I decided to paint an abstract watercolour picture to brighten our day. Overall I’m pleased with the intensity of colours and the way the washes ran into each other.

The photograph is more blue than the turquoise of the actual picture even after adjusting the colour balance.

Airhead in repose

This watercolour started out as a stylised tree form, nothing more.

For the past eight months, I have repeatedly sketched a Buddha-eque figure. It is based on a photograph of me sitting on a bed taken in May 2023.

I have edited some of the sketches in Google Snapseed and posted them on Instagram. Some people on there have offered to buy them as ETFs. Whatever they are.

I reduced the size of the head of the figure so that the focus of the image is on the body. In one of the iterations of the head, I added a hoop and ‘airhead’ was born. I consider myself a little like a fool or airhead on a hill. Always looking for the greener grass.

Also, I have a tendency to over think things; all I needed to do was sit the figure on a hillock under the tree.

2023 going out with a bang

Abstract crepe myrtle with sky

Happy 2024 to all of my readers!

This is the last watercolour picture painted today and the following poem from the storm the day before.

Summer storm
Outside, deep air filled rumbles
Echoed by pre-breakfast stomach gurgles
Rapidly fading morning light rays’
Impeded by gloom grey clouds

Tinkle ping crash flash overhead
Panes rattle in frames
Storm’s expected to last for an hour
Stan pants, shaking on my lap
I type this on my phone with an index finger

Internet’s gone off, using mobile data
Light rain increasing to very heavy in thirty three minutes
The worst is yet to come

Drops pelt
Hammering heavily on the tin roof
High pitched whooshing increases ear pressure
Tinnitus swells

Stan lies rigidly vibrating
Momentarily stops awaiting the next sound
On it goes seldom slows

Then silence

Now distant grumbles

Crepe myrtle


I am pretty certain I read about crepe myrtle in Anne Rice novels, set in New Orleans, Louisiana. The first time I saw crepe myrtle trees in red, pink, purple, lilac, and white was when we moved from New South Wales to Queensland in 2018. Since then I have been fascinated by the council planted trees along the streets of Morningside.

I was heartened to see our next door neighbour has a hot pink one in the corner of their garden. It proudly displays its dark green deciduous foliage and cerise blooms above the dividing slatted timber fence.

With my watercolour painting, I am attempting to find my groove. I appear to be in an ovoid phase. Given I am at the start of a journey, an egg shape is perhaps apt.

The picture at the top of the post has seven elements signifying research analysis and deeper understanding. I cannot see the point for myself to paint reality as I can take a photograph. I wanted to paint a representation of next door’s myrtle tree. Working on the basis of the approximate proportional amounts of each of the colours, I light touch painted three ovals in pink, three tear drops in dark green and a surrounding oval merging the three colours.

The next step is to try a painting including the pale blue of the sky.

Cool Yule

Quinkan* and tree

That’s it work is all done
Neither you nor I did freak
Soon will be Christmas Day hon’
Seems like the longest week

Shots side effects fasting
No need to count to ten
Rain BOM forecasting
Okay stay inside then

Commutes done ‘til new year
Blah impending rail works
Stay home plenty of cheer
Share love and food what perks

Relish every second
Supplies enough to last
Of a cool Yule air conned
‘Twill be over too fast

To dear readers I call
Wishes of joy to all

*Quinkan, First Nations Peoples spirit figure

Wiped out

Cheery colours to lighten the mood

We had the latest COVID-19 booster on Monday. Alas my body continues to battle against the vaccine. After a restless night’s sleep of hot and hold and ruminating about getting something perfect, Tuesday’s aches and pains bring on listless pathos.

Knowing the side effects will subside, we opt for feeling wiped out in the air conditioned living room. It is just as well I made chicken bolognaise for dinner last night as today, I barely have energy to munch a finger of KitKat.

We usually have the shot on a Friday so that it does not impact the working week. No such luck on this occasion, I’m in no fit state for an hour each way commute for the weekly ‘contact day’.

I wonder if the overlords have made a decision about being able to work from home for the first two weeks in January. The new cross river rail service needs to be connected to the line I use. Adding an extra thirty minutes each way as the train terminates at Northgate then a bus service fills in the gap. I guess I will find out tomorrow.