For The Weekend

Haiku Heights..Happy New Year!

 

A Happy New Year
to everyone who comments
on my silly poems

Messy Artists...Messy Minds?

" Like an exotic bird she has spread her motifs  for her paintings all about her  in her magic cave of beguiling chaos"- Jeffrey Smart

 

Margaret Olley 1923 - 2011

 

Barry Pearce curator of the Art gallery of NSW believes the sublime jumble of of the artist's home resonates her personality, one which celebrates the ordinariness of daily life." Her paintings are a rejoicing of the moment and the shambolic nature of life. That is the gift she gives to us in her paintings. Every room in the house groans with dusty catalogues. Her clutter is becoming increasingly dangerous. There are now only tracks through to where she wants to go."

 

 

 

 

 

Francis Bacon's Studio South Kensington London

 

Margaret Olley's Paddington Studio. 

 

 

 

Margaret Olley at work in her Studio Paddington Sydney

Interview with Margaret Olley (  Excerpt )
 

" I would rather paint than cope with rubbish. You can spend your entire life cleaning the house ..I would rather do other things although I do have a cleaner who comes once a fortnight and all she does is the floors.."

Does she blanche when she walks in?

"No, she's Greek. She's very good!"

ROFL
Well I  guess I am never going to be famous if this type of mess is a prerequisite. My bourgeoise and religious hangups (cleanliness is next to Godliness")  are afflictions that I welcome and are appreciated by those I live with:)

Tumbledowns Puss - 3WW

Sad Puss In Search Of A Less Chaotic Study.
Window supported by Xavier Herbert's " Poor Fellow My Country"

i'm a tad sad little puss alone in the outback
surrounded by tedious textas pencils crammed packed
i'm a letter opener by skill and by trade
but the postman is long time dead buried in the shade

the house is full of creaks and groans
should have been detonated reduced to stones
no limbering up trees using claws as hooks
stuck in dusty study packed with heavy big  books

i will escape to the city and live in a flat
where I might meet expensive pens, interesting  sophisticats
who live in tidiness minimal elegance colour restrained
with air conditioning ,foxtel and a live in maid

We  all knew
it would be tough this year
Even all the yellow roses
candlelight and loveliness
Did not do the trick

It rained and stormed
yesterday for Christmas
A pall
shadowed the yuletide event
in spite of attempts at being jolly


It wasn't the weather

The sun is shining today
But the light is a little dimmer
without you Ruth

without your laughter
without your iced fruitcake
without your generosity
without your kindness

Did you have to be so nice!

For The Weekend

Haiku Heights

snow is sun's lover
melted by her loveliness
to a mere puddle

hey let's go skiing
Val d'isere on Christmas eve
see you there gorgeous

be my snow lover
i will bring the sunshine and
you can bring the booze