Working at Art

So, this week – did you notice I said week? That’s because I have decided to make this a weekly chat. No, seriously. I know I’ve said that before but I’m really going to make an effort this time!

Anyhow as I said,..this week I’ve decide to show you some of the effort I’ve been making to get better at oil painting. I purchased some lessons from the U.S. by E. John Robinson, who sadly has passed. The utube recordings are copies of videos I think because the colours are not very distinct. Luckily E. John talks about colour as he demonstrates. I am enjoying the process, though it does feel a bit weird to be painting American trees and scenes because I’m from Australia. I wish E. John was alive as I would love to have met him.

The two below are from his landscape series :-

The one below is a Canadian Scene from a photo sent by one of the ‘lations over there. I am currently searching my archives for Australian inspiration.

Not too bad, if I do say so myself. Let me know what you think…

Ciao for now,


P.S. I have found a painting to do and have made a start…beautiful, isn’t it?

Poetry Writing

A Good Moment

Hi there, I have been very busy over with Percy Rose trying to help with covers and setting up newsletters and stuff. so have had little time for my own writing. I have however collated the last 10 years of my poetry and will soon bring it out on amazon and probably Smash words.

During all the dramas of the past 18months or so I haven’t felt like actually writing poetry, but as the wet season ends and life here in Queensland is good, after all is said and done, I might get back to it. However, I feel like I need a refresher course to get me going again.

Although the other day, (I say the other day, but in fact it was about 6 mths ago. How time flies.) I was feeling so good and in a poetic frame of mind, though not yet ready to write any. I did, however, write about that day and having just reread my words I found that some of that peaceful contentedness came back to me. therefore, I have decided to share them with you.

My view from the Strand cafe where I was sitting writing…it became a beautiful day.

Today is the first time in ages I feel like writing poetry. I have been feeling good, but there is something different inside me. I haven’t written any poetry for months, ye gods even a couple of years, I think.

I am presuming it’s anxiety which has driven my muse into hiding. I’ve done other writing and learned much about self-publishing, but have had absolutely no poetry, no impulse to poetry and I’ve missed it.

It is overcast today as I sit at a table on The Strand awaiting the arrival of my breakfast. I may get rained upon, but I don’t really care. It is November here in North Queensland. Southerners would say it’s hot but at about 28 degrees Celcius it is right in my comfort zone, and the fact that it is humid as well makes it about perfect.

Unlike many people here I don’t want to escape the weather. I don’t want to hide inside in uncomfortably cool air-con. If I wanted to be cold I would move south, but the only thing cold weather does for me is make me want to hibernate. No seriously, I can’t function in the cold, and by cold I mean anything below 20 degrees C. Laugh if you will, but that is the truth.

Anyhow, I digress…

Yes, now at this moment, sitting here I feel…well, I don’t know how to describe it really. I feel whole, at peace, content, healthy, grateful, excited, calm, positive, loved and loving. It is an extraordinary moment.


I have just finished my breakfast. It was nothing special – eggs, tomato, ciabatta toast and haloumi, if you must know.

It seems to me that there is a gentle enjoyment in everyone here in the cafe, on The Strand, looking out to Magnetic Island over a mill pond still, green ocean whose surface ripples slightly under the air currents.

Everyone is contentedly, but unconsciously enjoying this same upbeat moment with me. Couples converse, friends greet each other and settle in for a good long chat. At the table behind me a group of men, about 7 of them, obviously old mates, tell tales and share relaxed laughter.

I’m not quite ready to write poetry, but wanted to share this ephemeral moment in my life with you, whoever you are.

Maybe we will meet some day; until then – health and happiness to you. Rosa.

Goodness that went on for a bit, but it is exactly as I wrote it. I hope you were able to share and enjoy the sensations of that time with me. Ciao for now, Rosa.