Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Weaving and light

Weaving Weaving Weaving Weaving I sometimes teach an afternoon art class for children. It is in a dark, cold, concrete room. I love the way the winter sun shines in through the high windows. I want to soak up all the sun I can on these days. But it shone into eyes, and so we climbed up onto tables and used swimming towels from the lost property, hung to keep it out. The light still glows but the girls are no longer blinded by it's strength. We weaved wool. Perfect for a wintry Brisbane day.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

red

Red Red Red Red Red Red Red A sunset walk in search of red. We found a Moreton Bay Fig tree catching the last of the light; hibiscus; bougainvillea; mysterious passion flower vine; a little boy watching the rising moon; poinsettias. I am on an ongoing journey to find ways of appropriating the liturgical calendar to my southern hemisphere, sub-tropical hometown of Brisbane. Although they are associated with Christmas in the Americas, poinsettias flower at Pentecost time here - very fitting for a celebration of tongues of fire wouldn't you say?