In April I reached Peak Maternity Leave. Nora slept at times and on Wednesday evenings I rode up the Johnston street hill to Fitzroy to do painting classes.
I have no natural aptitude for visual arts. In high school I disliked it so much I once volunteered to clean the studio sinks instead of painting. I have since learnt to enjoy doing things I am bad at.
The painting classes were terribly fun. There was cheese, cake and apple cordial. Actually there was wine too but I'm not much of a drinker these days. The teacher was fabulous, he took us step by step through painting tonally (light and dark!) using colours (warm and cool!) and glazing (painting one colour over another colour!). This all culminated in my fairly rudimentary painting of an apple:
My favourite part of the painting class was learning the artists' idiom 'to pull it out of the fire': to rescue a painting from a seemingly catastrophic error.
I love learning new idioms. There are lots of great medic…
The roster gods have finally smiled upon me and I have had some weekends off this summer. I know better than to waste them.
This weekend we went to Roseville, Blairgowrie with our friends. Jason and I camped on the soccer pitch to stay away from crying babies and barking dogs. Jenn asked me how I slept, I gleefully stretched and told her, "I had the sleep of a childless woman."
We swam in the beautiful rock hole and walked in the paths through the dunes.
We walked along the wild backbeach at Rye.
We ate pie at Johnny Ripe, on a hill overlooking their orchard.
Jason found nautical ephemera at the antique shop.
We swam at Rosebud, and lay on the beach reading.
We napped in our bedroom in the late afternoon sun.
And then we went to the Shadow Electric cinema at the convent and watched 'Hearts of Darkness'. Hundreds of bats flew over the courtyard and then the movie started.