Monday, 13 April 2015

The Performing Nurse: Creative Spaces

I'll be honest with you, The Performing  Nurse resonates with me.
And, I did not make her headpiece.
The Performing Nurse is my friend L's one-woman comedy show about her service to the vocation of Nursing.
Midwifery was her area of expertise.
Now she is working with youth.
She once worked at the chalkface with me.
She's conjured up a series of character vignettes recapping all
sorts of frippery about workplace culture and the challenge of
managing in a complex setting.

I can see my way clear with it.
She is part of The Anywhere Festival, all over the place, including Brisbane and Sydney.
Try to get a ticket. It's non-profit.
Supporting the Arts.
 

 Tally-ho.
How's your workplace?
Anything you need to see the Nurse about?
She can examine you at The Anywhere Festival.

 
 


 
 
 


Saturday, 4 April 2015

Creative Spaces: Colour and Movement

Things have been pretty busy here.
I've had all sorts of frippery breaking out at the chalkface.
Seven classes of assessment and report entries to do, and new work to inspire
others with right at the end of the term.
Lucky I know to Find Joy in the Ordinary.
But, for a bit of respite.
 As a nod to Yves Saint Laurent and his creativity I donned a turban and
my old black satin tasselled heels and trotted off to see the namesake film.
Saint Laurent.
I can't tell you I really enjoyed it.
It was about a dark and stormy period of his life.
About ten years of drug addled angst and disturbances.
Arguments between shareholders.
Not enough frocks in my opinion.
Only a scant look at some shoulder pads and head-wraps.
And, I didn't win the best dressed award.
*Sniff*



 At least the Prosecco was refreshing.
 The following night I invited myself to Starr's abode.
You've been there before.
I hadn't been in quite a while.
 
Starr is a brilliant one-woman show.
Responsible for all and everything in her working life.
A micro-manager. I approve.
No-one writes her pay-check every week and no-one gives her a 'to-do' list either.
She manages it all beautifully.
She came to the chalkface once and talked about this on International Women's' Day.
I said she was a role model and she had to do it.
I loved what she said.
Starr and I met many years ago when she dropped by
my workplace and she began working as a volunteer.
We were really chalk and cheese.
She remained commited. We paid her a packet of Tim-Tams for her volunteerism.
One packet per day, once a week.

I knew I'd made a friend for life.
Even with our ups and downs.

Here's the studio floor, below.
And a close-up of Vegas, as above,

I love these stencilled hearts.
I've got one.

There's always little vignettes around the place.
Starr always says, 'she learnt it from me'.

The Eiffel Tower is gloriously illuminated.

This deirreire doesn't belong to yours truly, but the
sofa and red cushion does!

Starr washes her paint-brushes beautifully.
She knows them bristle by bristle.







Her little black poodle Hollywood always does a long hello and goodbye.




There's beauty in the ordinary even in Starr's kitchen.







Works-in-progress.
Books.

Everything has its place.

Starr always arranges a good platter.

And gets out the good glassware.




I'll be back soon, Starr.
Do you have any chalk and cheese friends that you have gone the
distance with? What's your best 'how did you meet a friend' story?
Tell me.



Saturday, 28 March 2015

Find your Tribe: The Hat Box

I left the dog-of-the-year at home and quietly slipped out to a special event this week.
The Hat Box's Winter Launch.
With all its finery: wool felt, silk and feathers.
Headpieces and hats.
 I can honestly never say I have been disappointed by a Hat Box 'do.
This week's Winter Launch was no exception.
Held at the The Emporium Hotel's cocktail bar.
It was truly lovely.
Here's Dale, The Hat Box's proprietor and doyenne of millinery style,  looking the goods in white lace.
 If The Hat Box was a club; I would be happy to be a member.
 I have found my tribe.

 Rich, poor, married, single, children, no-children, workers in-the-home or other.
Young, old, short or tall.
Don't under-estimate any of us.
You must differentiate.
The are no hollow stereotypes here.
 And, we are are somewhat fierce looking.
Yet, very kind.
 And, that's the way I like it.
 We enjoyed at bit of this. 
 A bit of that.

Popped on all sorts of frippery.
 Watched the Show.
Thirty pieces worn by the loveliest models.
Who brought their personalities on to the catwalk showcasing
feathered and felt finery.
 I was chuffed to see my Chanel inspired fleur, lace and coque feathered headpiece out for a viewing.
The promptly purchased by a kindred spirit.
Thank you, Lovely.
The piece came up a treat; even if I must say so myself.


Stunning orange blocked felt with sculpted feathers.
Don't even start me on the green boater.
Love.
 I gilded the lily and wore an embroidered lace number.
My old black sling-backs from a decade ago.
I know, shop in your own wardrobe is good advice.
A matched Flora carnation trimmed headband.
 I might need to be stopped from buying this pink felt top hat, as below.
What are we thinking?
J'adore.



 Stay enthused and kind to your tribe.
It's nice.
I am gearing up for a bit of time away from the chalkface.
Holidays, hooray for Easter!
What have you got planned?