details details......

what i did to the kimono.....

the work

gallery splots

these are pics (albeit poor quality) from gallery of show....two worlds

there is heaps of light in the gallery, however over the past week it has been dark, thundery and cloudy so only a soft, subdued light. However, makes you want to curl up in a blanket, of which there are some in the show, so maybe there is some benefit??

bursting

imbi is sitting gallery at the minute.....
two worlds show opened last night

had some good moments, some intense moments
needed the coupla swigs of bubbly really
felt like i just wanted to be at dance class
pretending i was a rock or electric razor like last week
will post photos soooner rather than later

ouch

imbi has a boil....

imbi is tired

imbi is sore

imbi is installing

imbi has just moved

imbi has a girl with whooping cough

imbi is whinging

imbi is still in breakup world

imbi is in the zone of 3rd/4th parties

imbi is...........ready

to sleep

to sleep

to sleep

and sleep

and rest

to cough up all the goop

squeeze all the puss

finish ironing and sewing

sit with guitar

sit with kids

read dr.suess

read pooh bear

curl into a ball

and sleep

sleep

sleep

imbi is still smiling

just sore everywhere

the state of the pavement

the pavement makes nice things happen

have looked at these for years and never bothered to photograph

but did....

i keep wondering how to do this on fabric meself...not sure???

need a steady rain source, sun, concrete and leaves...hmmmm

might be investigative study for future reference....

me beautiful girls

these are me lovely girls....and pet snake olive.

skooL - heART room

diagram of the pumping heart

love this man - corpus

well....back to the bedlam of teaching little monkeys in the heART room

this week we have been learning about Basquiat...how to draw simple stuff...also snakes, frogs, rainbows, spectrums and other things.

Actaully the kids do amazing stuff....am inspired everyday by some unthinking act of kids...they do such interesting work....good place to be. Love their work.....I teach kids who sometimes can't hold a pencil, and they make incredible marks.

Anyway here's some stuff:

It is good to be back at work..though I often wonder if I am cut out for it really. But I look through the lens that it is an interesting place to be despite the whinging, discipline and madness that often persists in schools...is teaching me about patience....patience.

Also life is busy: have solo show opening March 13th, just moved house, recovering and ongoing break-up negotiations, never-ending life challenges, life administration, kids to cook for, rolls to mark, programs to write, houses to clean, artwork to make, body to exercise, car to clean, shopping, garden, ahhhh ahhh blahhhhhhhh. At the end of the day, usually around 12am at the moment I am knackered and thinking that what doesn't kill me will m ake me stronger! Oh I forget that Lyrdhan my youngest might have whooping cough as welll! SHIT BRO. I reckon....never rains but it pours or purrs....

Feel like I just talk to myself here in blog world...that's ok...will post some pics soon for work have been making for show...life is just a bit full to breaking and am slogging on...

my final thinking is that i bloody need a sewing machine....my wrist is feeling RSI and am not really happy with the work....it's getting there, but story cloths are amazingly metaphorical and the one i am making now has a crazy way of mirroring everything that is happening to me....

so shit...hello hello onward forwards upside down...don't step backwards

thinking of Lee Scratch Perry who covered the walls of his studio in X's....think basquiat would have approved....think my students would have just asked a million more questions!!! Ha

wish i was a rock again...that was fun, or a frog that was even better.

where i live

this is where i live

at low tide

when the sea goes out far

making work for brave new world

but constantly feel torn in half

when all things go out to sea

where the river falls

where the soul departs

and is joined into a thousand parts

i think of many things

but mostly love

and it races away

across the sea

there is more.....

this lovely lass felicity is special...

this lovely iron pot is special...

here is another sighting of the India flint species I mentioned earlier....is special

strings

just had to say something about my last days in wellington.....

upside down

so this is the end i told you it was all upside down....think this world is all twisted....

i keep posting things upside down.....my friend wrote a poem about it once....maybe i should share....just wait:

found this in there:Sat 15.05.99

Smiling, reading, blue eyes bright with the shine of her inner lightShe is Imbi and more. She is like an ancient Goddess lost and brought to the round world where everything is upside down - but no one realisesShe holds her hand out to whatever it is that shall fall thereHow could anyone be surprised to see the whole world laying softly in her palm...

thanks alibaba loving you matey xxxx

um back to where it's at......oh yeah....

busy bringin it all together...pics for show so farish.....

when i was in nz.....

when I was in New Zealand i had a wooked time! Met amazing women, men, dogs, babies, trees and cars! The workshops with illustrious mentor India Flint was special....apologies for being a slack ass and not posting pics prior, but well, life has been a rollercoaster, as always. It was so different, as a mother, to have days on end to make, do and be. I realise now that I am back with girls how much you need to squeeze....anyway won't whinge, cos they are so wooked....maybe i need to do less?

here we are at the creek - the 'y can i'or rather the waikanai, stitching all together in creek bliss....this is stitching detail, loved all that spiral world of nz...moana taught us all her stitching tricks!

Below is the imprinted vision of the elusive character, otherwise known as India flint- a particualr species of majical creature, often found by rivers, sometimes in caves but most often foraging around the eucaluypt woodland floor! The clothing of this particluar species are gifts from nature; sewn with threads of spider webs,coloured by tears of weeping trees and made fast with the heat of intense raging fires. This species is able to live without water, however, requires a few droplets when necessary!

when i was in nz, i had a wooked time....i fell in love with many things.....especially hari-kari, oops, i mean, harikeke!! What an amazing thing, went on sue's bike one day to the valley where lots grow...they were fun to smash!

ahhh the girls from WorkshopI - we all have rosy cheeks cos we just downed a couple of bottles of pink champas...

then we thought it would be good to photograph our stained, stabbed and filthy fingers.....mine and India's totally took the cake...my hands were black for a few weeks (actually they still are)...such grots...you should have seen the K9 space we invaded!!! It was a complete haven for grots like me!! Bless.

i left my camera on the bus

as i sit here on the hill close to wellington

i look out over the glowing sun shining through the clouds

over ocean

over sea

this place infuses itself into me

tears from within

fall into the ground

like small drops that lead to the ocean

there is something here that i cannot fathom

something amazing

unknowable

majikal

this world

this time

those eyes

these currents

my heart

all the threads that have bought it all together

i stitch it back together

into a place

a new space

we read poetry today

and stitched

went to the ocean

and my heart made an offering to the sea

i feel what i do not know

and flow with what i cannot sew

and it all comes to pass

in stitches

the quiet beauty i think i have fallen

so.....

i am scared

and I stand up

thank you colin, thankyou India, thankyou Felicity, thankyou pounamu, thankyou ocean, thankyou sun, thankyou thankyou thankyou

aoteorea aroha aroha

IIIIIIIIIImbiIIIIIIIIIIIIII

welly well ing tonne

hey back in wellington after a big circle around mt.taranaki in a red bubble.....

went to an amazing festival and met great people....highlight was beat boxing and dancing for 3 days and collapsing in a group laughing fit with 10 people rolling around in big lugs of hysterics...also potentially gettting told off for having too much fun!!!! silly sillies but lovely to be with nice people...

realise i am a soul (sole) traveller and have been spending a lot of solo time, which is good cos it makes the people i meet warm and lovely. am looking forward to workshops, even though the town of paraparaumu is a shithole, i am camping next to people who have lived 15 years in the campground....fark methinks. i just want to be around a campfire singing badass 80's songs and giving lots of hugs to people....havn't had a hug for a few days and think i need one....

perhaps tomorrow....

well well wellington...just drank cuban coffee (best yet in nz) and am buzzing, thinking about mazes and trying to work out my own...stuck in my own labryinth of chaos, needing some paint and a big board to sort it out, but they don't fit inside my back pack and little tent tucked in the shit caravan park. I want to camp on the beach again.

city hums behind me, think i might wander in the sun and catch some sniff of something to keep me purring on this path....missing my family and world.

Christ's church

Ahh I find myself in the lovely sunshine in christchurch...cruising around on a little bike with a crazy pink helmut searching for string!
Life is full of adventures over here in New Zealand, am loving the endless summer fun and happy times. Market market fun everywhere
music music wish i was totally healthy and blissing in sunlight bliss....
not sure what i will do tomorrow
galloping across the bay soon to the north
smelling coffee and tui tui
blessed by this green land
kiaora
xx