In May I spent a fabulous few days in Melbourne with my mother, celebrating her 60th birthday. We’d both wanted to go for a long time (she had only been once, when she was 15; I’d never been), and this was the perfect opportunity. I was not a bit surprised to find that I was completely won over by it.
David Bowie was so legendary, so influential and so… otherworldly that I think I assumed he would always be here. It just didn’t seem possible that a man who seemed both timeless and not of this earth, could actually go. A week later, I’m still shocked by his death. Continue reading “Turn and Face the Strange”
Recently, when I asked my sister what she wanted for Christmas, she requested a drawing by me.
This took me by surprise a little because I haven’t drawn anything properly in a very long time. I am rarely without a pen or pencil in hand, so when I’m not scribbling ideas, I’m usually doodling, but this isn’t really the same thing as drawing as a hobby. Continue reading “Drawn into It”
Today I just want to share a few more pictures I recently took of sculptures from the Wellington Writers Walk (following this post that included a quote by Lauris Edmond). There are 23 sculptures (created by artist Catherine Griffiths) dotted along the waterfront, sitting amongst rocks, on walls, benches and bridges, jutting over the water’s edge, hiding under the pier. Continue reading “Wellington Words”