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The Artist in Me

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EarthlyInk Illustration

A very small percentage of artists have the fortunate opportunity from making a living from their careers, but this fact does not deter me from continuing on my own road to hopeful success. I have always been somebody who sees a glass half full, sometimes to the annoyance of my husband who refers to himself as a realist.

After many years working in arts administration, arts and project management I decided, a year ago, to place my energy into my arts practice. This has been such a rewarding and supported decision  from my husband and family.

To establish my career as an artist I am at a stage of  reasserting my style and reestablishing new and existing industry networks. This has involved a 6 week art course with Byron Bay Art School facilitated by the amazing Emma Walker, negotiating for consignment spaces in local retail businesses and creating this blog to promote  my journey and practice.

I have had some successes and of course some disappointments. My successes have included a commissioned mural with retail outlet White Buffalo in Brunswick Head NSW – https://www.facebook.com/www.whitebuffalo.com.au  and my original works and prints on consignment at Sunshine Alley in Mullumbimby NSW – https://www.facebook.com/sunshinealleymullumbimby.

EarthlyInk Illustration
EarthlyInk Illustration

My next point of attack will be exhibition proposals  with local and state galleries and grant submissions.

Looking forward to keeping you updated x

Adventures with a Little Tiger

So I decided to go on a little art adventure with my little man to Federal for Sculptures by a Tree. Throughout the day I was greeted by a little Tiger who took me on his own little adventure.

My Little Tiger
My Little Tiger

Due to chasing my little tiger around I didn’t have a great opportunity to view all the wonderful installations and sculptures. Here are some images of what I did see.

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Marinated Memories

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I find it amazing how food can trigger memories. For me food has been a huge part of my cultural life and upbringing, especially during celebratory events. Coming form a Greek family food was always accessible, even to a stranger, it often seemed my mother and grandmothers were feeding an army. Our dinner table always had an array of canapés, side dishes and a huge main meal; from home marinated olives, artichokes, asparagus, pickled gherkins, feta, eggplant, Greek salad, bread, tzatziki, cooked vegetables drowned in olive oil, lemon juice and salt and if that wasn’t enough there was a fridge or two containing a range of leftovers.

No surprise here, but olives were always available in our household. I have a very funny memory of a friend going to our fridge and helping herself to what she throughout were red grapes to realising it was an olive.

Our kitchen bench was the initial preparation space for mum and grandmothers marinated olives. A large ceramic bowl was used to soak over a kilo of kalamata olives for a 2-3 day period. From this stage the olives were transferred into a jar of olive oil, vinegar, lemon and salt. There was no measuring just everything thrown in.

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My marinated journey has always been an exciting and nostalgic experience adapting what I have learnt to suit my own palette, as well as utilising ready available herbs from my garden. My recent journey included fresh bay leaves, garlic, extra virgin olive oil, lemon and vinegar. Looking forward to sharing this batch with my family and friends.

 

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