Monday, February 23, 2015
Just touching base to let you know that I am around, just not terribly active on this blog. In fact I am considering if it is worth continuing the blog at all. Any thoughts? Tonight I can't even load a photo on here. Grrrr.
Lately I have started putting more energy into my Instagram account. Find me at @asta_lander.
I find it appealing, as it is just the easiest from of social media out there. As a visual person it feeds me instantly.
I opened my account years ago but I treated it as nothing more than a photo app and storage.
Then I met other artists who were using it as a portfolio-on-the-go, I was able to put this into practise when I met a publisher (in the coffee queue) at the Perth Writer's Festival 2015. Out came the phone and my Instagram feed, She told me she has been advised to start an account.
My presence on Instagram isn't great... I am still very much a baby in that world, and I have much to learn. But it is a start, and it is pleasurable. Come and visit me. And if you are already there let me know who you are, or join up, and I will pop over and admire your photos.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
It is the last day of 2014, and I am getting all excited about a fresh new year, though a little sad too - as it may be the last year of my father's life. Today is also the anniversary of my husband's father's death....so it is an odd time. In many ways, because of this, this is what I am thinking - as I miss painting everyday (as I did in 2013), and I know how much art carries me through the ups and downs of life...and I love challenges, I have decided to set myself a 52 week creativity challenge. I am including the list here so that you can join in with me.
The idea is to pick a prompt from the list each week. You don't need to stick to an order. Choose any medium...drawing, writing, mixed media, sculpting, sewing, audio etc. It can vary from week to week. Let your imagination play. 'Wings' could be about allowing yourself the freedom to do something you love, or angels, or birds, releasing pain, starting a project etc.
I will most likely share my challenge on Facebook at my art page, and on Instagram where I am Orangelimemagenta. We could hashtag 52weeksofplay so we can share the experience. But of course we can just do this quietly, and in private. I haven't quite decided how I will do it myself yet.
Okay. Here is the list:
2.the kitchen table
14.combine two animals to make one
16.from a book you love
17.a quote to live by
22.on your soap box (something you feel strongly about)
23. An outfit
24.5 random items
27. a refreshment
29.beneath the sea
30.something you hope for
31. Use three of your favourite colours
38. Handbag/suitcase contents
39.along the line of a favourite artist
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
My father has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. For a little while I lost my mojo...but once again I am finding that art is solace for the soul.
My love to you. May you find what brings you peace.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
|Peace and harmony everywhere|
My activism has always been within my comfort zone (not sure if speeches are within my comfort zone actually), and protests have not been a part of that. Today I discovered that I can do it my way. I had no placard. I didn't get into the crowd where the speeches were taking place.
I sat on the grassy hill in the shade, overlooking it all - with the elderly, the young families, the animals and I felt completely at peace... joyful and energised. All around me was kindness. Strangers meeting strangers. Animals being gently loved. We were all brought together by a common concern. I made some lovely connections. Animals are a delight. Humanity is good!!!
|I really hope I don't look like this, but I just had to share a photo of me (rainbow hat) with my new friend Beryl. We sat together through the two hours of the official protest. She was really easy company.|
|There were kind souls giving out free watermelon|
|A very mad cow|
|From my vantage point in the shade (with the babies, elderly and animals).|
|This is what delight looks like.|
|Even Anonymous is cross|
|Milly ( a rescue) and her human.|
|Where did these ducklings come from?|
|A man and his family|
|We don't want the sharks culled!|
Friday, January 3, 2014
I have started to take a photo a day and to stick it into a gratitude journal (though the instant camera photos are dear and I think sometimes I will just draw what I have seen). I am taking with me, into 2014, these words: Gratitude, Extreme Generosity and Safe. I think there might be more to come. It is so exciting to see the power in these words.
Normally if I go to the big shopping centres I feel overwhelmed and saddened by commercialism, but yesterday was different. I took my good friend's daughter out. She needed a hair cut, and to exchange a Christmas gift that didn't fit. She needed distraction. She is 13, and it was the anniversary of her brother's death, though initially when we planned the outing I had forgotten this. How wonderful that it worked out this way. I was feeling really big hearted. Which may sound surprising when I was acutely aware of the pain in my little friend's heart.
I saw pregnant women and was so excited for them. (Why was I not afraid for them, on a day like this?) A man smiled at me, really kindly. He actually made a point of engaging my eyes as he walked past me. I noticed this little girl's flashing thongs (flip flops). She had to do a little tap dance to get them to flash. Her mum was incredibly gracious allowing this mad woman to take photos of her tap dancing daughter in the Ladies, of all places!
When Gem and I went to exchange the dress (and queued for ages) I took out my phone and snapped the image of the moustache kit/ Kombi van for my son Elliot, who is in Paris, and tagged him on Facebook. He loves to have fun, and moustaches are his thing. He and I both laugh at the same things.
Then I spotted this bobbing Jesus for your dashboard. Oh poor Gemma. I laughed and laughed. (She's lucky I didn't snort laugh! Almost.) He was sitting right next to the condoms (what are they doing in clothes store???) and perfume or aftershave called Reckless. Am I the only one who thinks that is funny? (Elliot where are you when I need you? Paris!) Life is dangerous... we hang in here by a thin thread, but there is so much living to be done while we are here. I think we should be searching for these moments that make you laugh so loud that you embarrass the teenager you are with! (Sorry Gemma!) - Asta xxx
I am still laughing about the 'Enlightenment on a spring'.... hahahaaha
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
|My last painting - painting 365!!!|
Dream your dreams. Set forth with wild crazy ideas. Persevere. Do what you feel passionate about. May 2014 be a most wonderful adventure.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
|Dear Helen, on Christmas morning.|
So we stuck with no gift giving outside of our immediate family. BUT We are not bound by rules... and so when our son in Europe found himself travelling alone, we shared the cost of a contiki tour. And when we heard that our niece, who lives overseas, is back in Australia with her sister - we bought a ticket for our daughter to fly over to see her cousins - so the girls can be together again, the first time in YEARS. And no we are not cashed up, but we don't buy the latest cars, or buy into the idea that we need the latest gadgets, and yes our house needs repairs. And our eldest son came home unexpectedly (and leaves today on Boxing Day) - so we put together a pamper pack of all the worst food possible (not for me! Urgh) to take back with him (he is working on the wheat bins during his uni holidays).
Our greatest gift to our extended family was the wonderful, cruelty free lunch prepared by our teenage daughter. When we arrived at the garden at her grandparents apartment block, we found my father extremely stressed because the rest of the family wasn't there on time. He was worried about his blood pressure, and looked small and elderly (something I often forget) - and I wanted to say - this is not what Christmas is about. My father - who had been to church just a short time before, was upset about the trivial,on this remembrance day of the birth of his saviour... and so when the rest of the family arrived it felt strained. AND yet - the love my daughter had put into the food - vegan, mostly gluten free, and the grace with which she offered it to her family, calmed the atmosphere. This is what Christmas is about.
Riva and I had sat together as our priest Helen had shared a story about how everything has a crack. And as she sent us off with a blessing she said, "And may the God of love bring messengers of light to shine love through the cracks in your life today." And so he did.
And Helen gave me a gift... a holding cross carved by artisans from a single piece of wood pruned from the very olive wood trees that have scattered the landscape around Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus. And a handmade card with a very meaningful and personal message. Dear Helen - a messenger of light shining love through the cracks in my life.