I’ve got a few things I’ve been wanting to share since I last sat down and really wrote, so I’ll just catch you up in no particular order. The first thing I want to share is that my brother’s wife had a birthday a little while back, and Mum entrusted me to arrange flowers to be delivered to her in London. My brother was actually here with us for Nanny’s funeral, so he didn’t get to share her birthday with her, but I feel like the flowers we sent made up for that.
You can see them below, and I think they are the coolest flowers I have ever seen. They weren’t dyed, which makes me believe they were genetically modified — Nanny had roses like that, and they were similar, although not as bright as these rainbow roses.
So, when my brother was here, he agreed to come with me to the Norwood restaurant. We got Mum to come along too. They weren’t actually all that thrilled to go, but I told them it was really important to me, as I was looking for a place where I could sit down and write my book, and this could be it, since it was a Texan-themed restaurant. Lone Star is on The Parade, and below you can see the sign as you walk in off the street.
The free line dancing classes got me thinking about line dancing itself, and I found a place that offers classes just up the road from our house in Kensington every Tuesday night. I might stick my nose in one night and see what it's all about. The last Texas-themed place I found in Adelaide is a diner quite close to Rebecca's house called Texas Diner. I think I may have had some food from there before, but it wouldn’t hurt to drop in every now and then to get into the vibe.
Just over a week ago, my friend Andrew and I went to see Blade Runner at the Festival Theatre. They showed the movie on a big screen and had a group of musicians playing and enhancing the music live. It was so good—I loved it. The musos loved it too; they really got into it. I think I had seen Blade Runner before, but so long ago that I could only remember tiny little pieces of it. Sometimes I think I hadn’t seen it at all and was just going off bits I’d seen referenced in other shows, but regardless, it all felt new and fresh to me.
I think Andrew assumed I’d seen it, and I didn’t tell him otherwise. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything, but we had such a good night. There were so many people there—I think the stalls were close to packed out. Below, you can see photos of the sign out the front both in the daytime when we arrived and at night when we left, as well as a piccy of the inside of the theatre before the movie started.
Something I love about the Festival Theatre is that they have some pretty impressive artwork hanging on the walls. During this particular trip, I took notice of the political artwork. Below, you can see two pieces that depict former South Australian Labor Premier Don Dunstan. The first one, titled "Don Dunstan," is by Clifton Pugh and is a digital print on canvas. The second one, titled "Captain Adelaide," is by Nigel Murray-Harvey and is synthetic polymer paint on canvas.
The next piece of political art was of our current Foreign Minister, Senator Penny Wong. It is titled "The Senator and Ma" and was painted by Tianli Zu using acrylic on linen. This particular painting depicts Senator Wong as two people: first as a Senator and secondly, and most importantly, as a mother.
The last political painting I captured during my recent visit was a digital print on paper and a reproduction of an original oil painting on canvas. The subject is Steele Hall, and the painting is titled "Former Premier Steele Hall" by Robert Hannaford. As I understand it, Steele Hall was not a bad bloke.
The last thing I wanted to share with you is about mosaics. I have been going to classes on Monday and Wednesday nights, fitting them around other meetings I have on those nights. I absolutely love going, and even though it’s an hour’s drive to get there, I think I would drive two hours just because I love it so much. I think my teacher thinks I've lost my mind because I keep buying sheets of glass and cutting them into small little pieces, but I’ve been doing that because I want to master the art of cutting glass.
I’ve started working on a piece I showed earlier in this blog that I began about twelve years ago. It’s of the anatomy of the human heart. I got started with it because of the idea of “chambers of the heart, chambers of law,” but now I just like the idea of finishing it. Some of the women in the class have become very interested in my piece, and one lady even showed me on the drawing where she had surgery. She said something like, “I had my left ventricle moved to the aorta.” That definitely wasn’t what she said, but whatever it was, I didn’t understand.
I told my brother how I didn’t understand what she was saying, and he had a massive go at me, saying I was creating artwork without knowing what it was. He then went on to say I wasn’t living with passion and gave me a huge lecture. But that’s where I can say he is wrong. I do live with passion, and his lecture hasn’t inspired me to live with more passion—maybe just to make it clearer to those around me what my passion is.
Below, you can see two photos of the glass I’ve been cutting and my anatomy of the heart, yet to be completed.















