Something about opp shops inspires me. It’s just really that je ne sais pas moment … I can’t put my finger on it but then again I’m writing a blog and currently my fingers are to keyboard so maybe I can… Advertisements
It’s been a little while between posts. Let me tell you what’s been happening, dear reader. Well, I got attacked by a wild grizzly bear who held me down and said, “you are going to be quite busy for a few months. Updating your website with fresh content is going to have to wait until things settle down.”
Last year I, like millions of other Aussies, curled up on a couch and watched The Voice. This wasn’t the first TV talent show I had watched – my gosh, there had been so many leading up to that: Australia’s Got Talent, The X Factor, Australian Idol and probably half a dozen I can’t remember! – but The Voice had something different about it which succeeded in drawing me in.
The saddest thing in art is when an artist is debilitated unfruitful by the ruling of an over-grown Inner Critic.
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?
Is this going to be a cheesy blog post going on about the beauty of Autumn? Is this going to be all flowery descriptions (“sunburnt leaves,” “crunchy red” “weak sunlight streaming on lemon, orange and cranberry coloured leaves?”) – something akin to a travel brochure for no particular thing, only called “Autumn?”
Writers.They’re funny types. Weird. By this, obviously I am including myself. Think about it… if there was an athlete training for a triathlon or a marathon or some serious, inevitable event, what would they be doing? Training. Training. Working with a coach, being disciplined, off to the pool at 5.30am, only eating roast potatoes on a Sunday, that sort of thing.
What makes the subject of history so compelling is the sense of unity – and also likeness – between the past and the present. The ‘humanness’ that provides a channel of similarity between people who live in 2011 and those who lived in 1786 or 1044 or even 2000 B.C.