Last year I bought a fancy tomato (the name of which escapes me) from the nursery and nurtured it, nursing it along on water bucketed out of the shower, and it rewarded me with a grand total of six fruit then carked it. Several of the fruit were chewed on by bugs or possums and fell into the pot. Evidently some seeds made it past the pests and this one grew in last year's pot. It looks WAAAAY healthier than its parent ever did, and I water it if I remember, no mollycoddling for this freeloader. It has lots of flowers and about a dozen little tomatoes growing happily.
Zuchini plants sprawling where winter's snow peas grew against the makeshift trellis. Grown from seed, they are finally producing female flowers after an age of impatient inspecting by me and now:
...actual zuchini. There are several teeny tiny zukes coming along. I picked this one - it's about four or five inches long - and plan to steam it for my dinner. There will be the inevitable zuchini glut at some point, I'm sure, but for now I am Pleased.
My pineapple plant is flowering!
I think. Inflorescence is the proper term, I believe, but this particular growth looks more like it might just be going straight for fruiting and skipping the whole flower thing. Don't know, I've never grown a pineapple before!
I planted the top just after christmas 2005. It's survived since then on summers outside and winters inside, except for this past year when I left it outside in the cold weather, though in a sheltered position. It didn't seem to bother the plant much. It has grown considerably over the years, though I wasn't sure it would survive this far south.
And now there is the promise of a pineapple.
A Google search informed me that a pineapple flowers/fruits once and then dies, but will likely produced pups or slips first, so I can plant those plus the top of the (potential) fruit developing. Pineapples are part of the bromeliad family, which may go some way toward explaining its success here: shallow root system, likes shallow poor soil (potted), grows on little water, likes heat (it got some, though not as much as it would have in Queensland).
Set 'em Up, Knock 'em Down (mixed media using tin cans, found paper, Indian ink and watercolour pencils)
Owlish (mixed media using Indian ink, watercolour pencils and found paper)
Fish Face (mixed media on canvas using acrylic pain, Indian ink, and dressmaking pattern tissue)
SOLD A Stitch in Time (mixed media on canvas using acrylic paint, marker, Indian ink, stitching)
SOLD It's the End of the World (mixed media on canvas using acrylic paint, marker, Indian ink, stitching)
Above are the works I included in a recent group exhibition called Artifice, with some ex-classmates from my Visual Arts course and two other artists (through a mutual friend). Opening night was SO hot, a 39 degree Celsius day, but we still got a good turnout. It was great to catch up with people I've not seen much of over the past year, and meet some new art lovers, too. I sold the two bottom works at opening night, and I was thrilled. They're a bit of a departure for me, but I enjoyed making them and may make more in a similar vein.
Colour seems to be creeping into my work. I tend to work in a limited palette, odd since I'm attracted to colour - the brighter the better - in other things (such as clothes). Perhaps that box of paint will come in handy after all...
It's true, the longer between blog posts, the harder it is to get back into the habit. I shall persevere.
Still preparing for the group exhibition, opening this coming Wednesday December 16th. I have two mixed media works to stretch onto frames, one three-part ink/watercolour piece to finish and insert into a bought frame, and one mixed media (ink, acrylic, collage) on canvas to tweak - I think it needs something else to complete it, perhaps some plantlife in the foreground (it's of fish creatures floating in a blood red background with collage weed). And, of course, the staple gun has decided to hide somewhere in the (cluttered) garage. I'd better get a wriggle on, because we hang it on Tuesday!
I turned 49 last Monday. I'm considering embarking on a "fifty" project of some description, perhaps a blog of fifty things I want to achieve or do in the coming year and the following one, too. I figure 2010 is my fiftieth year, and 2011 is my year of actually being fifty, so I get two years to work on my Fifty Project :) Did consider creating fifty art works based somehow around the number 50, but that may a bit too ambitious added to drawing-a-day, the other half-finished art works lurking around here, and all my other crafty projects. Plus the day to day boring stuff of life. We shall see, I'm still thinking ("I have a cunning plan").
Dear neglected Blog, Sorry it has been so long since I posted. Hallowe'en was a long time ago. My apologies.
For me, summer always begins with the racket of the cicadas, and they have been singing up a storm in the last two or three weeks. Some evenings they're so loud I have to shut the front door so I can hear the tv (some nights I have to shut the front door because the feral neighbours are carousing on their front lawn and they're so loud I can't hear the tv. I think I prefer the cicadas; at least I know they'll shut up when the temperature gets below a certain point. Not so the ferals).
While the constant cicada buzz gets wearing, I can't detest them. Up close, they are very beautiful, a gorgeous green with glistening gold highlights, particularly on their wings. And big insects, too. Once, I saw a sparrow trying to catch a cicada, and it was nearly as big as the bird - quite a large meal for a little bird (I didn't see the denouement, I hope the cicada escaped). It's the boys that make all the noise, trying to attract a mate. For a long time, I thought they were like grasshoppers, creating that hullaballoo by rubbing their legs together, but I discovered that they actually have special membranes (tymbals) that they snap back and forth to create loud, almost continuous clicks. Fascinating! Perhaps I'll be a biologist in another life :)
In other news, I am preparing for another art exhibition in December. Decisions, decisions, what to include? I'm slowly winnowing the wheat from the chaff, and will likely try to complete a couple of things I'm working on currently, too. It's always the most recent work with which I'm infatuated. At the moment, I'm painting loose canvas (ie not stretched on a frame) in various ways, to be ripped up into strips and oblongs to sew back together randomly, found objects attached, and then put back on stretchers. I'm having fun with it.
I'm 48, female, just finished a two year course in Visual Arts, and am now back in the market for a job (boo!). I worked in the library field for the better part of three decades and two years ago took the plunge from a job that made me unhappy to go back to school. I've loved every moment of it and as soon as I have enough money to tide me over being a poverty stricken student I'm going back for more!