Pensive Dancer (ii)

Happy with the eyes where the soul shows through, it’s time to fill in some of the facial features…

Lynda Symons ©2014

Lynda Symons ©2014

Move through to the body…

Lynda Symons ©2014

Lynda Symons ©2014

Then once his basic form is complete, the deepest darks and consequent tones must be evaluated and filled in.

This painting was done using Permanent Indian Ink as a wash like a watercolour, so the lights were determined at the very beginning and must be kept carefully to contrast with the darks. There are no second chances!

Body paint made from white clay or ochre, mixed with water and applied with fingers is a very important part of telling the story and identifying the different Aboriginal groups. The Karaureg Dancers use white across the cheeks and nose, with designs also on the forearms and lower legs.To keep his face paint white it was masked during the painting and then revealed once finished.

As well as body paint the Karaureg Dance Group wear bright red headgear with white feathers, though the kids usually have a loosely tied red bandanna like this little fellow. With their grass skirts they look really colourful and festive. Writing all this just has me wanting to pack a bag and make it in time for the next Laura Aboriginal dance Festival.

Want to come with me?

Lynda Symons ©2014

Lynda Symons ©2014

Surf’s Up

‘Brilliant’ is the only word to describe it!

A weekend using friend’s holiday home at Papamoa Beach with all five kids joining us.

Perfect blue skies

Laughing and telling stories

Food, shopping…

and great surf!

Watching all the kids out further in the water enjoying each other’s company, my Darling Dearest and I exchanged that happy parental sigh.

What a gift!

Just so grateful!

Lynda Symons ©2015

Lynda Symons ©2015

Pensive Dancer

“The eyes are the most important thing”‘ they say.

So that is where I decided to start.

Could I capture the look in his eyes?

My friend, Jessica Saxton, had caught the moment perfectly with her lens. She’s a brilliant young journalist who gets to travel to all sorts of places and capture the moments with her words and photos.

For this photo she had been travelling with the traditional dance groups from the NPA (Northern Peninsula Area) where we all lived in Far North Queensland, Australia. This little fellow was dressed and ready, waiting to go on for their next performance. He was with Uncle Seriat and the Kuraureg Dancers from Umagico (Alau) . Uncle Seriat is often found teaching the young ones to dance. So many traditions are passed down through this medium. It’s a part of culture that is taken very seriously. Having been privileged to see many performances and practices, to have the dances explained in detail, i wonder if we in western cultures miss out greatly by not dancing with our youth.

This kid is not sad, but rather, a little anxious. The Laura Dance Festival is a huge deal. For all the laughing and camaraderie during the festival it’s a very serious business. Every two years all the Aboriginal groups throughout Cape York come and celebrate their culture and who they are. He is about to showcase his people.

Lynda Symons ©2014

Lynda Symons ©2014

“Splish, Splash, He Was Taking A Bath…”

The sheer exuberance of a bird taking a bath is enough to have me smiling for days as I remember that moment.

little yellow feathers fluffed in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the event.

He nestles down into the clear coolness and wriggles his chest even deeper.

Wings flapping upwards for balance

Water flying everywhere with total abandonment. Who cares where it goes! It’ll dry and we are having such fun!

(The dog looks up with disgust as she gets showered with unexpected water.)

Back down the canary  goes for another round, and yet another until all those little fluffy feathers are hanging water-laden and plastered against his tiny body.

(Dog moves to the other side of the room.)

Elated and successful, in a single bound that bird is up on the perch and shaking them all free. From here he spends the next forever carefully preening each feather, and I am still sitting there entranced by his afternoon ablutions.

Delighted and grateful for this afternoon gift.

Lynda Symons ©2015

Lynda Symons ©2015

New Beginnings

Dreams are a beautiful thing. Hidden away in our hearts they call to us… motivate us to greater heights. and i am grateful for this.

Although I wanted my dream I have to admit to being secretly pleased that it was just a dream and not reality…it wasn’t yet time. All those years that I carried that dream I was busy giving my time to homeschooling our five gifts. Homeschooling them was a joy and privilege but it was also a convenient escape.

What if I wasn’t any good at art?

What if nobody liked it?

What if..?

What if..?

What if…?

While it was still a dream there were no answers to those ‘what if’s’. Yet, I noticed them quietly sapping away the impetus and ‘happy’ from my possible reality.

No more, I say!

So, here’s to new beginnings. A place to share with you all the fun and excitement I intend to find finally doing art and reaching for my dream.

It’s going to be good!

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Grateful for the gift offered to me to make my dream become a reality.