Journey to Finale

So, my painting has had a rest for a couple of weeks. In that time, I put the work out of sight for a few days. I must distance myself. Otherwise, I consider a seriously flawed work, brilliant.

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Journey to Final

Is it to paint a sale-worthy product? Is my goal merely to make money out of my paintings? If it was, then, I might as well pack up my art supplies, store them in the garage, vege-out on the couch and watch Netflix shows.

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WRITERS’ WEDNESDAY

It strikes, anywhere, anytime. A work mate is leaving, or a friend is having a birthday. Some wise-guy buys a card and circulates it. Card arrives on your lap. You have two minutes to write some warm and witty sentiments. What do you do?

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A RAMBLE IN “PLEIN AIR”*

My husband adjusted his pack. ‘Ready to hike to the third falls?’
‘No,’ I said. ‘It’s too hot. It’s 35 degrees Celsius. We should just walk on level ground and in shade to the first falls.’
‘It’s not too hot,’ P1 said. ‘Let’s go.’
‘Well, I’m staying here to paint.’

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NEW YEAR’S MISSIVE (2)

But, isn’t it true to say, we are all withered, broken, dysfunctional and can’t be fixed in some way? You don’t have to look far in your community, the internet, the news to see this world and mankind in it is seriously not perfect.
What would you do about the world if you were a supreme being who could manage its destiny?

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NEW YEAR’S MISSIVE

My Dad’s old SLR film camera, the Konica—you know, the one that gave him trouble on his Central Australian safari, Travelling with the T-Team 1977—after he passed, mum found it in its leather case. The light metre on the camera was broken.
‘What do I do with this?’ asked Mum.

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