hot pink pigeons

I saw this startling public art in Swanston Street the other day- hot pink pigeons in a leafless Winter tree in grey old Melbourne...rather wonderful really. Well done to that hot pink pigeon fancier who made them.

Happy Birthday Mum

I know everyone thinks their Mum is the best Mum in the world, but in my case it happens to be true. Happy Birthday to the strongest, kindest and most beautiful person I know... that's you, Mum. Have a lovely day.

sleepy piglets

I went to the Bendigo Wool and Sheep Show on Friday, and apart from seeing some truly awe-inspiring felting, knitting and weaving... and sheep, Ros and I spotted a piglet snoring on top of a calf, both of them oblivious to all the goings on around them. They were adorable.

emma's blogg and Jemima's camelias

I have been snapping some shots of this beautiful camelia Jemima gave me on the week-end, it fell off it's stem with a kaplonk last night, but looked so elegant sitting on my red velvet cushion.
Also I've added a blog to my favourites list- emma's blogg- because this lady has such stupendously good taste and finds so many stunning artists and things out there in the ether.
I am still impatiently awaiting my broadband connection, but once I have it I will set up my own little Etsy shop for prints of my photos and collages and whatever. I am really quite excited about that...

wonky pot

Well, it's only bisque fired and not glazed, but here is one of the very first little wonky pots I've made. I have tried to disguise it somewhat by using a lovely Chinese silk background, but ultimately it's imperfections are fairly obvious. I like it. It's just not centred ..at all...that's all.

St Erth

Yesterday I visited a garden near Woodend called St Erth with some friends, and despite it being a freezing and rainy day, we had a lovely time exploring. There's a lot less showiness about a garden in Winter, but it makes you look a bit closer and more deeply into things.

pottery

Unfortunately my 4 weeks of pottery classes were reduced to 3 because of my trip back to Qld., but I can't really use that as an excuse, because I think it was clear I wasn't going to be a "Pottery Prodigy" from the very beginning. SIGH.
Yes, the sad fact is...I can't centre. Centre-ing is a crucial initial stage in getting the clay ready for shaping on the wheel, and if it's not centred, then you can't throw a symmetrical pot. My natural left leanings are obviously getting in the way here, and all I can throw are wobbly but "interesting" pots. They are unique, and clearly identifiable as mine, because everyone else's look like actual pots.
None the less, I haven't given up hope and shall valiantly pursue the fine art of centre-ing...or resort to hand building, which may be my more natural metier anyway.
No photos as yet, but I promise once I have a finished wobbly pot/thing to show, I will bravely do so!
I take comfort from the knowledge that even if centreing was the easiest thing in the world for me, I'd still want to make them a bit wonky at the end anyway.