I’m in Singapore at the moment, happily connected to the Internet. I haven’t been taking many photos, although perhaps I should be. The cheerful colours of these chocolate bunnies and chicks are like brain butter, comforting and good.
Home, home, home… is very disorientating. I don’t know if everyone struggles with this, the adjustment between two different cultures, and the feeling of displacement where you end up feeling part of nowhere. It’s a good exercise, I think. Watching myself respond to situations new and old, and discovering more about myself than anything else.
I wonder, if my adventurous gene is a little shy at the moment. Because in spite of having opportunities to explore pretty much anywhere, even go sailing and diving, I prefer staying in the quiet of home. Sitting on my own, with a book, maybe tea, and a cat or two. I guess I’m just equalizing.
Maybe I will go sailing. I have time. I want the taste of the salty ocean breeze, and the clarity of thought that comes with being out on the water.
Re: first picture. I had a clear picture, but chose this one instead. I like how the blurriness creates blocks of colour, as well as simplified shapes.
Ron Mueck at the NGV. I was blown away by the Dead Dad sculpture. A lot of the exhibition was scarily lifelike, from the whiskers on an old woman, to the goosebumps on a man’s back. It was pretty inspiring as well. It made me think about how much practice and observation of the human anatomy this man had done in his lifetime. It made me want to do the same. Not necessarily anatomy, just being as detailed and thorough as possible in the areas I want to excel in.
Had a caramel java chip coffee later in the day, and we sat opposite two tweens on a couch. They were obviously on a date. It was sort of cute, and unsettling… they looked too young to be kissing like that!
Nuwan: ‘Aw. Big date, in the city, at Starbucks, ordering baby coffees.’ I laughed at that.
I went for a walk around the neighbourhood this morning. I have to say (again!) how much I love the quietly confident vibe of Yarraville. It’s like the cool kid that doesn’t have to try too hard to be liked.
That is a chocolate ice cream sundae from Max Brenner, with brownies, praline pecans (I think), and a side of waffle balls and melted chocolate. Wow. Major sugar and chocolate overload, and totally worth it.
The last few shots are of the view from my balcony. It was late evening, there was a beanbag and a cool wind. I looked up, and watched the clouds change very, very slowly. What will you see when you look up next?
Had a coffee + muffin + lemony bites session at Feedback Cafe late this morning. Since I’m moving out of Yarraville in a couple of months, I suddenly feel like doing all the things I’d imagined myself doing when I moved here. Like chilling out at the cute cafes, drinking tea and soaking up the Yarraville-ness of it all. Ah, my little yuppie dream. I like the fact that the shopping area is tiny, and it only takes 5 minutes to cover to the end. I love how there are no sky-scraping buildings, which is why the sunsets and cloud formations are so amazing. I like that there are puppies and young families everywhere. Yarraville, your charms will live on in my heart, even when I live somewhere else.
I also had to include a shot of the tiny silver owl I acquired recently. It has moveable parts, and I’ve been a little obsessed. I just kept seeing it, and seeing it, and seeing it. In shops, on people. Eventually I took the plunge and bought one, and surprised myself at how much I liked it. Didn’t think I was much of an owl girl. It is really adorable.
It’s good that I’ve picked up another camera. I’m beginning to think that taking photos help the creative juices running, because it’s fairly easy to take a good picture. I love picking out patterns, colours and geometry. Heading back to the motherland next week, and I can’t wait to touch base.
* edited: In the second picture, are little lemon slices from Feedback Cafe. 50 cents a piece. They are buttery and too addictive for this girl with a giant sweet tooth.