Journal

I Had an Art Show

For the first time since 2010 I had an art show. It was at 69 Smith Street Gallery in Fitzroy, Victoria, Australia. It opened on the 26th of September and ran for 3 weeks. The official opening was on the first of October which was the day of the football Grand Final. It would be like having the opening on the day of the Superbowl. Needless to say, it was pretty quiet. Overall, the show went well for me. I sold a painting. I also connected with a lovely group of painters. I will be exhibiting with them in the future. I’m glad I took a chance and had a show. It was good for my soul.

Baffled By Government

I have just returned from a 5 week holiday to visit my sister in Canada. I am on the Disability Support Pension here in Australia. When I booked the flights the length of time I could be away was 6 weeks. Since then legislation changed to 4 weeks. My payment was reduced to $277. Originally the bill was to have my pension cancelled. That stipulation was changed.
It’s not the money that bothers me. I feel violated. I feel like a second class citizen, like I am a prisoner of Australia. I am a Dual Natoional. I should be able to go home when I want to. I feel this violates my basic human rights. I read that ultimately the government wants to take away the abilityto go overseas alltogether. I don’t appreciate this heavy handed government control. Disabled people are human beings with needs. Whe…

Going Traveling Again

My husband Tony and I are celebrating our 25th Wedding Anniversary this year. We were married in London, so I thought it would be a good idea to go to the UK. Unfortunately those plans fell through and we are heading for New Y.ork City and Canada. My sister lives near Toronto.
My sister and I have the same mother, but different dads.We met for the first time in 2002. She tracked me down through a private detective. She was raised by her father in an Italian home. I was raised as a ward of the state in a foster home. I never knew my family. I met my mother a few times, but she did not speak English and was severely mentally ill. Julia, my sister never met our mother, but like me carries a similar mental illness. She is one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. I admire her and wish…

On Being A Disabled Artist

I have very poor vision. In fact, I am legally blind. I have epilepsy and Bipolar disorder and suffer from various side effects from the medications perscribed .When a person is disabled, at least in my experience, so many questions of self worth come up. Am I good enough? Can I compete with others? Do I fit in?…

When I look at Redbubble after 4 years of hosting groups, I see I still have such a long way to go. My work is so slow to improve. My eyes tire easily. Sometimes it takes me a long time to complete a project because my hands tremble. I am not complaining. I have been doing art since I was 5 years old. I just wish I could do it better.

I have a cartoonist friend named Brent Harpur who is also legally blind. He teaches at Sydney University. He has similar issues to mine. His work is

Road Trip To South Australia

In February my husband and I decided to visit some old friends in Goolwa, South Australia, near the mouth of the Murry River. We had our car checked before we left just to make sure it was up for the trip. We set off on a Wednesday morning with the GPS ready for any detour we might encounter. We made it to Mount Gambier the first day without any problems. We went to see the blue lake, it was beautiful. We stayed overnight and left the next day for Goolwa. Our fiends were happy to see us. We spent many long hours talking and comparing city living with small town life. Tony and I drove into Adelaide one day and Hahndorf on another day. In all we stayed with our friends 4 nights, they were wonderful hosts.All along the way I had been taking photos as we drove. I was most interested…

Mediocrity

I have been a host for over two years now and I love it. I admire many of the artists who submit works to my groups. They are creative and talented individuals with amazing skills. I can’t compare myself to them as I have discovered my mediocrity. Because of poor vision and other health issues, I am left to a creative mind, but lacking the skill to convey the idea.
I am not complaining, mind you. I would never give up my art. It’s just the years are flying by and I have very little to show for it. Redbubble has given me hope and joy. I have had over 80 features since I joined in 2009. I have had 4 solo Art exhibitions and sold work. I have donated over !00 paintings to St Vincents Hospital here in Melbourne. In spite of it all, I still feel mediocre.
I am almost 50 and wanted to…

My First 10,000

I didn’t think it would be important. I didn’t think I’d even notice. I mean it’s only a number, after all. Ten thousand views sounds like so many to me. I did notice. In fact, I kept track and watched as the magic number got closer and closer. It happened at 2:04am on 4 November, 2010, give or take a couple of hours.
To my amaazment, it ment that 10,000 pairs of eyes had gazed at my artwork. Some of that work I don’t even want to gaze at anymore. RB has given me worldwide attention. What conventional gallery could offer such a gift.
The gift of 10,000 views is a milestone and an important RB moment. Thank you RB for exceeding my expectations again!

It's Been a Year at Redbubble

Well, it’s been a year since I joined Redbubble. I have had 30 features, countless comments and become the co-host of 2 groups. I have made mistakes, corrected them and learned valuable leasons in the meantime. I have met amazing people with the kindest of hearts. I have met people with disabilities far greater than my own who can soar over my head and create work that is breathtaking. Also, I have learned that one kind word or gesture can make someone’s day just a bit brighter.Redbubble has been one of the most positive events in my life. It has given me a reason to get out of bed some mounings. It has restored my creativity when I thought I had none left inside. Through hosting, my faith in kind, gentle people was returned. I can honestly say I have not met a difficult or unkind…

The Struggle

For me, the struggle began when I was very young. I knew I wanted to draw and paint pictures since I was about 4 or 5 years old. I wanted to paint people. Unfortunately, due to child abuse my eyesight was affected and so was my ability to draw. My drawings were from out of my head because I couldn’t see real life.
I went through school and got good grades in art class. Then I went to art school and graduated with honours [not for spelling]. I thought I had done alright for myself. Then the struggle began. I began to doubt myself and my abilities. There were long periods of inactivity where I could not produce anything. I thought I had lost my dream. I had no direction, no purpose. I had no ideas, no drive. I was lost.
I had the chance to go to Europe. That changed everything. …

Hosting

I enjoy hosting on Redbubble. I co-host in two groups Artists with Disabilities and the Acrylic Painting Group. It offers constant contact with the visual arts and artists. It Sharpens my creativity and design skills. It also helps my interpersonal communication skills.
My favorite task is the weekly features which I do every week for Artists with Disabilities and alternate weeks for Acrylic Painting. I am like a child in a sweet shop with so many paintings to choose from! Sometimes I use a ttheme or a colour. Most of the time, though, I choose what compliments each other. That way it stands as it’s own composition. Once the art is chosen, I B-mail all 12 artists. This is my own personal touch. Most of the artists write back with a quick thank you. Every week, however I get at …

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