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Wednesday, 5 May 2021

Twelve Days in Tasmania - Part 1

It seemed surreal to be heading off to the airport! On arrival in Hobart, we got a surly taxi driver to take us the short distance to the motorhome pickup, where we were starting to get a bit excited! 

Matt took to the bus quite well, although the auto transmission was a bit rubbish, and we nearly ended up squished in a bridge as many lanes converged,but we survived. We ended up at Snug Caravan Park, where we got a powered site for the night – I think the woman was quite astounded by my appearance. We enjoyed a walk along the river before we got pizzled with rain, then had roast chook in the bus for dinner! (We’d stopped at the IGA and the pub for the necessaries.) Making the bed was an adventure – as Matt lifted the mattress from inside to tuck the sheets in, he biffed me out the back barn doors! The camp kitchen had a fire and was alive with people, so of course Matt went to talk to folk after dinner whilst I had a nice hot shower – the shower on the van is tiny, and the toilet is a bit daunting! We finally got the tv working but there was nothing to watch and bed called – not the most wonderful of sleeps and it was a long night – I’m sure it will get better.

Snug seaside
We went for a short walk in the morning before heading off in search of coffee (winning – saw a bunneh and a possibly feral kitteh). We found a wonderful cafĂ© in Woodbridge with a warm fire, welcoming environment and lovely things, and a menu that tempted us past our own eggs and salmon!
House in Cygnet
Onwards to Huonville, where we had our parks pass validated, then we continued on to Southport, and decided to keep going to Cockle Creek – the furthest you can go. The road became unsealed for 19km about which we were a bit uncertain – it was a slightly tortuous trip over corrugations at low speeds, but it did get better and we settled in to a camp at Catamaran Bay. We walked along the beach (took kelp photos) and gathered fire wood to have a fire in the grotto by the creek behind our van, drinks in hand. It became cold and we retired at 5 o’clock! No tv, no signal, glad I brought a book! By 6:30pm we were snuggled up in bed.

Kelp 'crab'
Catamaran Bay Camp

Despite the early downs it was late ups at 7am for plunger coffee in the pizzle across the road before heading back up to Hobart. Most things were still closed so it was until Kingston that we had a curried scallop pie and excellent coffee at Banjo’s – a bakery very much a dead ringer for Brumby’s. We navigated through Hobart and then onto unchartered waters where Matt had never travelled before as we headed to New Norfolk. We stopped there and refuelled, and checked out the local street market which wasn’t too bad. From here it was on the road to Queenstown with a detour to the National Park to visit the spectacular Russell Falls – a double bunger! 

Russell Falls

Queenstown
The rainforest was so dank, with moss covering everything up to half way, and some fungi spotted. I enjoyed being a passenger looking down on to the river, which was also very dark. Back at Westaway we stopped off at the Raspberry Farm to get some of Frank’s Raspberry and Pear cider, a box of raspberries, and a taste of raspberry sorbet – not as good as Mum’s! 

It was then a long drive to Queenstown through a variety of environments – I did get the nods for while – but I loved seeing the green moss verges. The final stretch through to Queenstown was pretty taxing for Matt with some hairpin curves (99) and I’m sure he was grateful to stop in Queenstown. The lovely Caravan Park owner (one of the best we stayed at – beautiful bathrooms with bathmats!) dropped us in to the pub where they had run out of specials and vegetables!

Woke in time to cook scrambled eggs with chicken before heading down to see if we could jag it on the train – so close! A couple were happy to adopt me in their carriage, but there wasn’t room for two – capacity reduced due to Covid – we nearly got in…....! I was quite disappointed. We visited the bizarre, random, type-written notes Queenstown Museum before driving through yet more curves which put me to sleep again on the way to Strahan. Which was quite disappointing in not being the bustling harbourside town – I know, it’s Sunday and ANZAC day but….. We decided we didn’t want to spend a few days here so shifted the river cruise to tomorrow. We drove out around the Gordon River to visit Hogarth Falls – a nice 40min return walk.

Hogarth Falls

We checked into the Strahan Holiday Park and went over the road (which looks a lot like Lota) to enjoy a drink before the chill started to come down.

We were up in plenty of time for the river cruise – it was an enjoyable day, with a tour to Hells Gates, then a stop off at Sarah Island for a tour, where I learned that what I had been calling pizzle is known as mizzle! It was so dank and cold.

I tried to stay outside on the deck as much as possible to experience the forest along the river, with trips inside to warm up. Lunch was some lovely salmon, cheeses, bread roll and some meats, which unfortunately later affected our tummies – not good in a camper van! Cruising down the river we learned the history of the protests against the Franklin River Dam which I vaguely remember from  my childhood. We had a wine on deck, Matt went to chat to the captain, then as the weather closed in we had a little snoozle in the seats! On our return – dropped off further down the dock at the tourist trap – we headed out to Macquarie Heads Campground, and set up camp in a grotto with a fireplace and pile of wood – very handy. 


Macquarie Heads Camp

Magical pine forest on the way out

Matt worked very hard in the damp to get it and keep it going- lots of dried bracken was sacrificed. We spent several hours by the fire even though it was dank and cold, before turning in to have our BBQ sausages on bread, then bed. We were up when it was still dark, had coffee and got the hot water going for Matt’s shower. We left camp to check out the dead whale on the beach, but it was mizzling hard, so we didn’t…..

We headed of for Zeehan, which was pretty no-where – an old silver mine. On the way we stopped to see the Henty Dunes – well, we’ve all seen sand before? After a wee trek along a path I ran up the side of the dune to confirm that it was indeed sand, and we turned around, not knowing how far it was to Ocean Beach (signage in Tassie is minimal!) In Zeehan we attempted to get to the main attraction – the Spray Tunnel – but the track was unsuitable for our vehicle and we were disinclined to walk the 3 k’s there. 


So onwards to Rosebery, which our re-jigging of plans had become our next overnight stay in order to go to Cradle Mountain the following day. On arrival in Rosebery early afternoon we decided to keep going, stopping in Wynyard for supplies  - mmmmm, wallaby and lamb! - before heading to Boat Harbour Beach. The drive in was lovely – quite like Maleny Roads with a view down to the shining blue sea. Camp is set with a wonderful view. It was wallaby steaks, asparagus and coleslaw with some cooking shows before bedtime.

Wallaby steaks
Boat Harbour Beach Camp

We awoke as usual for proper ups around 7am, had coffee, then I went for a walk around the harbour.


On return we headed off to Smithton for an excellent breakfast and coffee at an Indian takeaway as well as restocking coffee. Travelled through to Marrewah, stopped at the Parks office to register, stopped to view 'The Edge of the World' and checked in at Nelson Bay camp grounds by 1. Went for a walk, Matt chatted to folk, later we met local Tiger and riding-around-Tasmania-Tyla. Lit a fire around 3pm – it was deadest cold - Tyla came and cooked her veges in it, we stayed by the fire until 8pm.
'The Edge of the World'

Morning coffee, and the only penguin I saw...
Camp in the wilderness at Nelson Bay
Morning coffee on the beach, it was then off to the Tarkine Drive  - first stop the Sumac Lookout. Then the Julius River small walk, then a very muddy walk to Lake Chisolm which was magical in its green moss-ness. We stopped at Milkshake Hills for a snack of sausage, lamb and wallaby, then Tayatea Bridge and Trowutta Arch, which was quite spectacular. A guy fell over here but we missed that entertainment! Really interesting rock textures.  
Sumac Lookout

Trowutta Arch













Sunday, 7 February 2021

Life slowed down

 I think this has been one of the least active years for my blog posting - with no travels to incorporate, and some trying times in the studio, there hasn't
always been a lot of fun stuff to share. Not that there is any great news now - I am bogged down in gallery applications and the tedium of finishing, framing, and photographing work in order to promote it. The making of this body of work has been an interesting journey, which I brought to a partial close today as I put away the rack of fabrics I had hanging up for use in exhibition pieces. In tidying up, I have pushed it one step further away, and hopefully created room for new work to begin percolating in. Clearing space is important, as I have been feeling a little overwhelmed with the amount of 'stuff' I have, and am supremely conscious of making more 'stuff' - where is it all to go? This has been further compounded by works returning home from the World of WearableArt Museum - with more to come later this year! The large box to the left is clogging up the entrance to StudioSvenja! I no longer op-shop, nor go to Reverse Garbage unless I have a specific need, and felt I was quite brutal in some of my decisions today - perhaps driven by the heat?

However, it was worth it, as I now have a clean desk and floor in the studio, and a little more room sans fabric rack. Yet the office is filled with stacked works waiting to be seen, and I continue to work on the more sculptural and installation pieces. They have been the most elusive for me, as they require a level of abstraction which is certainly challenging me. Above the stack of paneled work are my most recent works - moulded leather on a wire base for hanging as-is on the wall, as yet unpainted. I still haven't found the perfect way to convey the lushness and solidity of fresh kelp hanging on the racks without simply trying to re-create it. 

A little detail of one of my mossy works.
Spirits were also lifted this week with a Peking Duck lunch with Lyn Baxter and Sharyn Hall - mates from the early days of the QLD branch ATASDA (Australian Textile Art and Surface Design Association). There's nothing like connecting with those who understand the creative mind and who can relate to the sometimes elusive search for artistic mojo.

Tuesday, 1 December 2020

One year on from King Island

One year ago I was packing my duffel bag full of not much (15kg limit) to head to King Island on my very first Artist Residency. Since my return, every day has been touched with the memories of this unique place, as I scroll through photos, draw designs, dye and stitch, trying to capture the essence of the place in my works. As the year closes, I reflect on the work that I’ve created – nearly a full exhibition’s worth. The challenge now is to find venues to exhibit in – I do hope I get to share my creations soon.

I currently have about forty works - mostly panels featuring dyed silk, satin, free-motion embroidery work and leather, as well as some paintings. I'm on the cusp of working out some special sculpture/installation pieces - I hope - they just haven't been able to make their way through my brain until other pieces were done. Here's a sneak peek of one of my favourites - moulded and painted leather on a dyed and stitched background. So much of this has been about capturing the sense of movement left behind on the shoreline, and I think I can see it here.

I would love to have the opportunity to participate in an experience like this again, and I treasure my King Island adventure memories



Thursday, 8 October 2020

Painting Process

 A while ago I started this acrylic painting of a photo of kelp I took during my time on King Island in December last year. I have many such images, of almost abstract-quality due to the cropping of the image and the movement it contains within. They don’t lend themselves so well to expression in textile, but I do love them, so I thought I’d try and paint them. Slightly terrifying, having only done a very limited amount of painting before. However, I needed an activity to keep me busy whilst I kept an eye on the new kittens, and I could do this on the verandah with them, so I began. 

I quite liked the light, watercolour look of the first step, but knew that I wanted to create the depth of colour in the photographic image. All went well for a while, with pleasant afternoons spent listening to music, sipping bubbles, adoring the cats, and painting. 


As the layers started to build up, I started to become frustrated with how quickly the paint would dry, both on the canvas and on the palette, as I was wanting to create some soft, blended effects. I decided to invest in Golden Open acrylics, although concerned that the problem lay more in my ability than the paint. They are delicious, and especially with the transparent ones, I can see my next painting being built up in quite a different way – however, I need to finish this one first. 
After a lie down to prepare myself, I went down to the studio (it’s getting too hot on the verandah) and returned to the old acrylics to get the job done. A couple of hours later I was pleased with the way it had all come together – enough to share. There’s still a lot of work to do, but I feel like it’s in a much better place and on the road to completion. I’m looking forward to beginning some others with my new knowledge and paints!

The printed photo in my King Island photo collection.

Sunday, 20 September 2020

Botanical drawing and memories of WOW

Last time I wrote, I was about to start my botanical drawing workshop. 3 weeks in and we’ve covered drawing in graphite, stippling in pen, and last week, watercolour. Graphite was cool, stippling was a struggle at first, but the watercolour killed me. SO precise. I just don’t think it suits this organic girl, lover of serendipity. However, I have gained quite a bit out of the experience, mainly about ‘seeing’, and processing the information that I see. It has related well to my painting experience too. This reached a point last week where I just wasn’t happy with what I was able to do with my el cheapo acrylics, and decided to upgrade to Golden Open Acrylics, which purported to offer more working time before drying for better blending. I was concerned that this might be a case of a poor workwoman blaming her tools, but am pleased to say that they have made a difference, and I will approach the painting this week with a little less fear and loathing.

My spirits have been far lighter lately, and work in StudioSvenja has been progressing. So much so that the engineering department (Matt) this weekend made 10 more frames for me! This should enable me to get most of the completed works together, and this week I started another triptych. Based largely on the colour and texture of rocks at Naracoopa on King Island interpreted through silk dyeing, these probably won’t have feature pieces on them as others do, but will celebrate the rocks themselves. Still a lot of machine embroidery to go. The offcuts were enough to make a rather lovely textured background for a feature work.

The pre-felted, needle-felted and wet felted piece was finished and dyed, with now little air bladders to make to attach. The colour turned out perfectly – a mixture of the Landscape Dyes ‘Lichen’ green and ‘Wallaby’ brown.

It was scary starting to wet felt all these fronds!

I'm getting a lot of reminders in my Facebook feed of WOW at the moment, and I am not-so-secretly glad that I am not actually missing out on the event this year. Even so, I am cognisant of missing the fun, catching up with old friends and new, and celebrating the crazy. Some years, we would already have seen the Preview show by now! These be strange times indeed.....



Wednesday, 2 September 2020

TEXTILE - published work

Today I received the latest issue of TEXTILE Fibre Forum magazine – the first to include my article as a now regular contributor – yay! It also features an article on the World of WearableArt 2019, including my work Odette & Odile, as well as those of three other Australian designers. Other great articles cover a myriad of topics including the effect of the pandemic on creating and exhibiting artwork for artists.

It's becoming clear to me that many other artists are suffering in a variety of ways through the pandemic - even those of us who thought there would be no impact to their already insular lives. I initially thought I had been downcast because of my change in artistic direction.  I've also been lucky enough to become mother to two beautiful Maine Coon sister kittens during this time, so the option of burying my face in a furry belly has, at times, been taken.
I’m excited to be starting something new this weekend – a workshop on botanical drawing through the Botanical Artists’ Society of Queensland.  This is a course which runs for 4 weeks, and I’m looking forward to being in a learning environment again. Although I have amazing resources here, there’s something to be said for being in at least a small group setting, sharing enthusiasm and knowledge. Who knows what this may inspire.
Things have been looking up a bit more at StudioSvenja, as I started to gather my near completed works  – what a difference it makes to start to see them together as a cohesive group – and felt a bit of satisfaction about how it was all looking. A nice change from the doom and gloom aspect of recent times. 

A sneak peek of inspiration, experiments, drawings, and near completed works on the corkboard.

Another fresh perspective has been introduced by the 3D pen. I couldn’t face the thought of free motion embroidering all the seaweed pieces I wanted, and thought this could be the answer. It adds a great new dimension, but alas, takes just as long, although at least I am not chained to the sewing machine. 

Needlefelting has also raised its head, as I work on my series of bird carcasses (sounds lovely, I know, but really, they are). I’ve finally put brush to canvas too, and started a painting of one of my cropped-in kelp photos from King Island – I’ve been loathe to do so, in case I fall hopelessly in love with painting and want to walk away from my beloved textiles! It’s hard work, but I am hopeful that it will be successful, and that I will simultaneously sustain the passion for fibre.This is one of my 'bridging' works in progress - textile texture with paint.



The other drawcard to painting is that it means spending time with the kittens on the front verandah...