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Ha! I’ve just typed the heading to this post and I’m wondering if it will make it to the final cut. Maybe I’ll leave it – it’s what came into my head when I looked at the photos I wanted to share, plus it really is how I feel at the moment.

After six months of daily Headspace meditation and ten months of daily walks, I’m doing well and enjoying a sense of balance. In addition, I’m feeling much more resilient to stuff that happens these days, if that makes sense…

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Serendipitously, Sydney has been at her most charming in the last month and it’s been a joy to get out and about, exploring all she has to offer. Pete and I caught the train to town for Vivid 2017

The Opera House was transformed into a living coral reef…

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Pete’s cousin Richard did the electrical work on Supernova, so of course, we had to make a special trip in to see that…

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The MCA was again a canvas for moving light and colour…

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A small alleyway was turned into a sea of light and colour in Tidal

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Pete and I try to visit a new precinct each year, and this time we walked through the Royal Botanic Gardens. The waratah light sculpture was a standout…

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Light of Thoughts – a stylised interactive “brain” – was made all the better by a chance meeting with the young Chinese artist who created it…

He was justifiably proud of his work!

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While Vivid was on, we had family visiting from overseas.

Young Rachel, my nephew Nick’s partner, became an instant kindred spirit. She used to work as an assistant curator in Contemporary South-East Asian Art, so you can just imagine how excited I was to have someone to drag to art galleries with me! We visited the White Rabbit Gallery, then trekked over to the MCA. On the way, we stopped at Hat World in the Rocks to buy Rach a Breton, to protect her from Sydney’s occasionally terrifying seagull population. Naturally, I had to get one too (can’t resist a good hat!)…

The MCA is my happy place – I try to go whenever I can. At the moment, French-Algerian artist Kader Attia has stunning pieces on display.

This untitled piece, created from 116 stained glass fragments, was one of my favourites. It can be viewed from the front…

…and the back…

This interesting untitled work was created from an ancient sculpture combined with neon lighting. Both Rachel and I would happily have taken it home…

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Sydney’s street art scene is growing, and we passed some fabulous works as we meandered through the city…

Aboriginal elder Jenny Munro, as painted by artist Matt Adnate, graces the wall of the Novotel hotel…

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When I heard that a portrait had been painted of Fighting Father Dave Smith, I made a special trip to Martin Place to view it.

Dave and I go back a long way – I have wonderful memories of him sitting in my college room, decked out in his bike leathers, talking to me about God. Even in his early twenties, he was the least judgmental Christian I’d ever met. He’s spent the past thirty years fighting – in the ring, taking on churches and governments; always defending, always preaching, always faithful and always driven. Oh, and more than a little bit crazy. When I last saw him (it must have been ten years ago), he told me I was welcome to join the Fighting Fathers, but I’d have to get the tattoo.

It’s a joy to see him honoured for his enormous contribution to those in need. This artwork by Archibald finalist Luke Cornish aka E.L.K. has captured him perfectly

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Are you still reading?

Let me end this long rambling post with a couple of early morning photos.

The sun rises later in winter, producing amazing light which changes over the course of our daily walk. This photo captured every aspect of the weather that morning – the fluffy white clouds and blue skies reflected in the sea, the band of grey storm clouds looming in the distance, and the golden shoreline, lit up by the first rays of the sun…

And finally, a photo which provides an apt metaphor for where I’m at right now.

Big Boy and I were out walking in the drizzling rain last week and as we turned to head home, we saw this magnificent rainbow. I can’t remember the last time I saw one so complete. I’m always incredibly grateful for the time I get to spend with our eldest son and seeing such a glorious sight was icing on the cake. It only lasted for ten minutes, before the top of the arch started to fade.

Getting wet and cold? That was insignificant by comparison.

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Wishing you all a very happy week, lovely friends! ♥

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Whenever I visit the White Rabbit Gallery in Chippendale, I’m reminded of what a privilege it is to be able to view this astonishing collection of contemporary Chinese art. The gallery is owned and funded by Judith Nielson, the exhibitions are curated by David Williams, and entry continues to be completely free.

The Dark Matters is currently on display, showcasing select pieces with a primary focus on black, white and grey tones, with only the occasional splash of colour. Williams has curated a cohesive, brilliantly presented exhibition, with artworks perfectly complemented by their surroundings.

As always, we began on the top floor.

Yang Mushi’s Grinding is a collection of over a thousand hand-hewn, black lacquered wooden blocks. The polished aluminium base makes it difficult to distinguish where each piece ends and its reflection begins…

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Contemporary Chinese art is often full of angst and pain, so it was a joy to view husband and wife Kung Wen-Yi and Ko Yu-Cheng’s Water Drops, a Buddhist-inspired work which “celebrate(s) rain as an analogy for creative imagination”…

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One of my favourite works of the exhibition was hidden away behind the elevators!

Chen Chun-Hao’s Twelve Animals – Rabbit, Monkey, Chicken are “drawings” made with headless nails, hammered in from the back. At first glance, they appear clever, but on closer inspection, they’re actually genius…

The details of the animals  – hair, fur, feathers, mouths, eyes and ears – are all carefully “drawn” by the shadows cast by the nails…

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Chang Nai-Wen’s AIP-PF is a series of three marble sculptures, each enlarging and enhancing the details of the previous one, adding extra “pixels” (detail) with each step, much as a 3D digital printer would do…

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I think art succeeds when it elicits a true emotional response in the viewer. Wen-Ying Huang’s Searching II is an intriguing and haunting work, created on a computerised loom which enabled the artist to “hide” a second image woven with reflective thread, and revealed only when illuminated by flashlight. In its unlit form, it’s deceptively drap and grey.

When I shone a torch over the fabric, I felt shaken and teary – the glowing scene of armed soldiers and someone cowering in fear made me feel as if I’d exposed them with my light. Powerful stuff indeed, at least for me.

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This is just a tiny snippet of The Dark Matters exhibition at the White Rabbit Gallery. Because of the focus on black, it’s difficult to capture many of the pieces in photos, so it’s definitely worth a visit in person!

White Rabbit Gallery
30 Balfour Street
Chippendale NSW 2008

Open 10am to 5pm, Wed-Sun.
The Dark Matters exhibition runs until 30 July 2017

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Cash Palace Emporium in Leichhardt is closing down, and everything is 50% off the marked price. If you’re a lover of ethnic and vintage textiles, I highly recommend that you race over there as fast as you can. The small store is packed full of treasures, carefully selected by legendary owner, Elaine Townshend.

You might recall that I bought my kantha quilt coat there last year. It’s made from a vintage Indian quilt, which in turn had been handstitched from reclaimed saree fabric. It’s the ultimate in upcycling and I wore it constantly last winter…

There is a wide selection of clothing and semi-precious jewellery on offer…

One-off carpet bags, each constructed from hand quilted fabric…

I bought a vintage 1920’s formal kimono in stunning condition and turned it into a jacket and shawl…

In the back room there are fabrics, cushion covers, bedspreads, quilts, wall-hangings, shawls and more. I may have lost my head a little over these Japanese prints…

I’ve been sewing furoshiki cloths…

…and practising tying them. It’s an indulgent but joyous way to use up scrap vintage kimono silk…

I’ve had a run on juggling balls, so I’ve been sewing squillions more. I adore my friends – they’re always enthusiastic about anything I throw at them (no pun intended)…

Here’s my own personal set – fat origami cherubs made with scrap salvaged from a vintage child’s silk kimono…

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Cash Palace will be open for another eight weeks, so if you’re in the area, do pop in and go treasure hunting. It’s a true family affair – Elaine’s son Luke and daughter Fleur are running the shop while she’s in India, and her granddaughters are often there helping out as well. Say hi for me if you pop in, I’ve been haunting the place!

Cash Palace Emporium
139 Catherine St
Leichhardt NSW
(02) 9569 5977

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One of the things they tell you in a guided meditation is that each breath is unique and if you pay attention, you can learn to notice it. I haven’t quite got there yet.

What I have noticed on my morning walks is that the water in the Iron Cove Bay looks different on every single day. The colours change, the movement of the tides vary, the reflections shift from one moment to the next.

Big Boy and I watch the light bouncing off the waves and marvel at how different it is compared to the previous day, week and month. The very texture of the water can appear to change noticeably over the course of our walk; sometimes the sun will pass over and produce a magical effect that will last mere minutes.

Today (and all the photos in this post are from this morning), the drizzly skies produced light blues and greys…

…and magical sky mirrors…

…and perfect rainbows, both in the clouds and the water…

…and amazing glass-like silver tones…

After more than six months of walking this route, it continues to bring me enormous joy and a blessed sense of calm. It’s the perfect exercise, because it never feels like a chore.

And as I watch people jogging past us, plugged into their headphones, I have to fight the urge to stop them and say “Don’t miss this! It will never look exactly the same again!” ♥

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Daily Walk Photos

I’m up to day 220 of daily walks and, according to my iPhone, I’ve taken over two million steps since August last year. Thankfully, on most weekday mornings, Big Boy still walks with me.

Here are some recent pics from our early mornings on the Inner West Greenway and the Iron Cove Bay Run. We’re blessed to have such lovely public spaces within minutes of home!

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Our route takes us under several bridges, and I’m always intrigued by the play of light on the water. Last week, the City West Link overpass created amazing stripey reflections. I walk under this bridge almost every day…

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If you look carefully, you can pick the two shades of reflected light – white and gold…

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In the morning, the sun is gentle and shaded, but in the afternoon, it glitters like diamonds on the water…

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It has rained every day in Sydney for weeks, which has made walking tricky (I’ve had to resort to the treadmill on a couple of occasions). But all the extra water has created lush, fairytale trees…

..and glowing green lichens…

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Overcast skies produce mangificent watercolour hues…

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Pete said I needed to disclose that the photo below wasn’t taken in a woodland setting – it’s a gutter in Surry Hills during a rain shower (I cropped out the cigarette butts)…

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Captured on a rare sunny day a few weeks ago, these aluminium boats are known locally as tinnies. To my eyes, they make the photo quintessentially Australian…

The best coffee on our route is made by Sammy at the UTS Rowers Club…

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We’ve become avid cloud watchers, but we’re still rubbish at identifying them…

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I now understand why artists paint the sea in blues and greys, because this is exactly how it looked this morning…

Finally, my wonderful son, reflected in one of the many mirror puddles left by the recent deluge…

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Wishing you all happy days! ♥

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