Sunday, 27 November 2016

Scared of spiders? Read this........

 
Suddenly, there it was, 2mm from my eyes and looking straight at me. Well, probably not, but it was big enough and scary looking enough for me to reach for the bug spray, but as I was spraying it, the wind changed and it blew straight into my face. Had I not ducked, the outcome could have been very different indeed, because although this is not a "deadly" spider, a bite in the eye could have been very nasty. (In case you're wondering, the painting is to size.)
Australia, with its golden beaches, blue, blue skies, and ravishingly beautiful natural wonders to behold, is also "deadly". And when I say deadly, I am talking about the many critters both big and small, that really can be deadly for human beings.
My first swim in the Pacific ocean introduced me to the deadly jellyfish called Portuguese Man of War. People waving at the beach were not just nice and friendly, they were signalling for me to get out of the water! Those floating blue and brown things that I thought were innocent jellyfish were not innocent, rather the opposite. I had a lucky escape. As I got to know different "aussies"(Australians), they recognised my cluelessness as to what to watch out for and kindly offered me advice as to critters to be careful about: spiders, snakes, scorpions, tics, ants, disease carrying mozzies, jellyfish, stonefish, leeches, sharks, etc.etc....the list was very long. Australia, I decided then and still believe, is a "deadly" country. (If you are an original landowner of Australia, an Aboriginal, then the word deadly can also be an expression for something being awesome. In my case, it also means both.)
In the beginning, there seemed a lot to remember: check your shoes before you put them on because some spiders like to live in them, check yourself for tics; little bloodsuckers that love to suck your blood in any of your crevices and make you very ill, always keep an eye out for snakes if you wander about in the bush, if you see little red or white ants, anything made from wood is in trouble, big red-black ants; bull ants, are nasty and for someone with allergy sensitivities can cause all matter of problems, and then there are the Huntsman spiders.....they can be huge, they are fast, they don't make a web, and they are numerous. Although they seldom bite humans, they are big enough sometimes to make you worry that they are gonna take off with your cat!
I was told by an aussie friend: "don't worry about the Huntsman spiders, they are basically pest control, they get rid of cockroaches, geckos, and other bugs. Now, the ones to worry about are the redbacks, the white tails, and funnel webs". What????  As far as I was concerned, the only spiders not to worry about, were Daddy-long-legs.
Somehow, they forgot to mention Wolf spiders. Classified as non-lethal, they are still venomous.
Now, this one, looks really scary and although they say that it's not aggressive, they are wrong!
I learned about this particular species when I went to my mailbox to fetch the mail. I opened the lid and staring back at me, standing on its hind legs, fangs and the rest of its legs up in the air and ready to attack, was a grey, hairy, scary, large wolf spider. Man, this spider had moxie.
He was ready to take me on although compared to him I was the size of a skyscraper!! Sheesh.
I got the bug spray. What I didn't know then but found out later that day was that the lawn that went around our house was like a Wolf spider metropolis; there were burrows everywhere all inhabited by wolf spiders. Something more drastic was called for other than bug spray. I poured turps down the holes and lit them on fire. Now, if anyone of you thinks that my action was too drastic, in my defense, at this stage my son was quite young and suffered with allergies often resulting in severe asthma attacks and since his life was far more important to me than the wolf spiders, they had to go.
But enough about spiders, let's move on to smaller critters such as midgies, mozzies, (mosquitoes) and flying ants. A midgie is a small fly, so small that it's barely visible to the eye, but it too is a bloodsucker and often hunt in a pack, and for some people, the bites can make them very ill.
Barely in Australia for a year, I was bitten by a disease carrying mozzie with the result that I had bouts of migraine and fevers for over two years...come on now, even a mozzie is that powerful in Australia???
Ready to come to Australia for a visit yet? Hehehehe....
Well, here's the thing....
It's like my aussie friends told me already in the beginning, "you get used to it and develop an awareness". Something moves in the corner of your eye....carefully check it out, check your shoes before you put them on, after a bush walk check for leeches and tics, before you go for a swim check the water for blue and brown things, before you lift a rock, a piece of wood, etc.....wear gloves, basically, pay attention to where you are and the critters that share that space with you.
Inspite of all the deadly critters, I am still living here in Australia because it is also offers a nature of magnificent beauty, long golden beaches, clear blue skies, a sense of space, a sense of potential, a sense of freedom, a sense of possibility, and a sense of discovery.

 "Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."
(Charles M. Schultz)

Sunday, 20 November 2016

The strength and weaknesses of human beings.........

(Duplicity, as in "two-facedness")
There are other words that may also fit: the paradox that is mankind, the dichotomy of mankind, the contradictions of mankind....but I choose duplicity because it fitted better on the paper. (Not really, I just felt duplicity worked well with the painting and the topic.)
 
Show me a human being
and I'll show you how it is possible
to have eyes yet not seeing.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to have ears yet not hearing.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to read words of wisdom yet not grasp their meaning.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to possess a 'heart' yet have no feelings.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to preach words of faith without believing.
 

Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
                                          to possess many riches yet fail loving living.
 

Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
                               to cry on the inside yet on the outside show a face beaming.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to amass weapons of destruction while insist it's peace that's for the seeking.
 
YET
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to have hopes crushed yet keep on hoping.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to have ideas belittled yet keep on dreaming.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
for the impossible to become possible through the act of believing.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
for hearts to mend through the act of caring.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to find solutions through the act of cooperating.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to overcome obstacles through the act of encouraging.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to conquer stifling loneliness through the act of belonging.
 
Show me a human being,
and I'll show you how it's possible
to find purpose, truth and meaning,
when to acts of loving 
us humans are truly yielding.
(Citizen Z)
 
Be kind, be courageous, be compassionate, be loving, be strong,
believe, hope, and dream......it feels good.
 

Sunday, 13 November 2016

Emotions, friend or foe?......

 
Eager to learn how to be able to paint the human form, I decided to buy a wooden figurine which many before me have found to be helpful. After filling a sketchbook of drawings of the figurine from many angles and in a myriad of positions, I decided to try to paint one.
What I discovered after painting this "Pinocchio" number One, was that somehow the wooden figurine seemed to have acquired "emotions" by the way I positioned its "bits". (For those of us familiar with the concept of "body language" this is not news, as in: how we hold our bodies sometimes speaks louder than our words.) This discovery enticed me to try to paint a range of human emotions using only the wooden figurine, Pinocchio, as a model. As I positioned and re-positioned the bits on Pinocchio, I was amazed at how those pieces of wood could transform a lifeless puppet into a dancer, a runner, an archer, to "look" forlorn, shy, sad, happy, joyful, strong, etc.etc.
 by mere positioning. After painting five or six different Pinocchio's, it suddenly dawned on me: why not paint two Pinocchio's interacting with each other? I bought another figurine.
I decided to try to paint a friend comforting his/her friend; a display of sincere friendship.
To make a long story short; I painted ten Pinocchio's, and all of them, except for one that I gave away to a friend as a present, (by request) sold very quickly at the gallery which had them on display. I was amazed and bewildered. So was the gallery proprietor.
What was it about these rather small and quickly painted images that appealed to the people who bought them, I wondered. The price, the size, the colours, the composition....what was it?
All the Pinocchio paintings had one thing in common: some form of an emotional stance.
But without any facial expressions, just body language. Was that it? Are we drawn to expressions of emotions as long as they are not expressed too overtly?
Cry, but not too loudly? Be sad, but not depressed? Be happy, but don't flaunt it? Be upset, but don't make a big deal of it? Be worried, but don't go on about it? Be angry, but don't lose control?
Grieve, but not too openly? Be joyful, but not exceedingly so?
Is this image too confrontational?
For many of us, it probably is.
When we see someone suffering, our mirror neurons fire up and we "feel" the other persons pain and that can be quite confrontational for some of us. On the other hand, being able to feel others pain may also increase our sense of compassion.
What's good about compassion, you may ask.
A few suggestions: it improves our health and well-being, it gives us a bigger perspective, it helps us get along with others, it helps us to be good and caring friends/partners/teachers/doctors/nurses/etc. etc., and it helps us to understand ourselves and others, and it is often contagious, as in inspiring others.
“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”   (Albert Einstein)
 
“Your emotions make you human. Even the unpleasant ones have a purpose. Don't lock them away. If you ignore them, they just get louder and angrier.”  (Sabaa Tahir) 
 
 
 

Sunday, 6 November 2016

Hope...who needs it? We do......

 
His eyes, mere slits,
stares at the slowly moving field,
a moving field of wheat.
 
The unforgiving sun,
with its unbearable heat,
strangling all life
from his precious golden wheat.
 
A blue, blue sky,
often a welcomed sight,
 not so for a farmer,
fighting against a drought.
 
He hides his concerns,
his worries, his fears,
behind words of comfort
for those he holds dear.
 
From experience he knows,
that droughts come and go,
to be a successful farmer,
he must adapt to the flow.
 
"Nature, a fickle mistress she is"
his father used to say when winds began to twist,
the sky turn purple and flash with light,
he and his brothers, shaking with fright.
 
"Fickle indeed" he says to himself
as he cast his memory to last years events.
It had rained as in the days of Noah,
his field of wheat, ....more like an ocean.
"Hard to believe that that was just a year ago"
he mutters to himself standing there in his field of gold.
 
Lost in reminiscence, suddenly a new scent.
Carried by a cool breeze, heralding a change.
Creeping clouds of grey, growing in the distance,
rain is surely coming, so says a farmer's wisdom.
 
Much relieved and hope again restored,
he says a silent prayer and begins his long walk home.
(Citizen Z)
 
(The image is a graphite drawing)