Dear Geelong, You are my hometown. Even more, my home. I’ve left you and moved to other cities, cities where the roofs almost touch the sky and public transport is more abundant than here. Continue reading “My letter to my hometown”
A widespread artistic affliction: silence the inner critic!
The saddest thing in art is when an artist is debilitated unfruitful by the ruling of an over-grown Inner Critic. Continue reading “A widespread artistic affliction: silence the inner critic!”
Be led by a vision, start dreaming again.
Should you only write when you’re inspired? Only write when you’re feeling positive? Should you only sing when you feel good? Only put hand to key when you are happy? Should you only paint when you want to? Dip brush into water when you feel a joy bursting out of you? Continue reading “Be led by a vision, start dreaming again.”
Amidst Shops Sprouts ART: the Light Up Exhibition
Two Fridays ago, it was raining really heavily. June the 8th it was. Continue reading “Amidst Shops Sprouts ART: the Light Up Exhibition”
Sleeping giant starting to wake up: Geelong’s art scene begins to flourish
Inside the little town (dramatised for nonsensical purposes) of Geelong, there lies many artists. Many painters, photographers, writers, musicians, illustrators, people who draw on both canvasses and serviettes: you get the picture. Continue reading “Sleeping giant starting to wake up: Geelong’s art scene begins to flourish”