This coming Friday evening, the 1st of April 2016, something beautiful is happening. At CQ University Noosa Art Space, it will be opening night of a solo exhibition by Sunshine Coast artist Mikarla Teague.
I’ve known Mikarla Teague for more than eight years, and I’ve watched over time as she and her artwork have slashed away from the expectations and safety of ‘society’ to fight for what she believes in.
Through her artwork, poetry and activism, her heart, soul, tears, and I dare say every dollar she’s ever earned, have spilled from somewhere inside her that is unexplainable to be laid bare to the world. Mikarla was meant to share with us. I don’t often talk about fate, but some people in this world are here to make a difference. Mikarla is one such soul. Continue reading
Thankful. I’m thankful to be alive. There are many other things I am thankful for, but at the root of it all, being alive is the greatest. Continue reading
A word that doesn’t easily prompt anything for me. It means something to me, to be sure, but it is a hard word prompt.
To give. Do I give?
Am I giving?
Whoa, there’s a mind blowing question. Am. I. Giving? Continue reading
This is a good one. Secret. We all keep secrets. I’m not sure whether to tell you one or talk about the concept.
I guess if I told you one it wouldn’t be much of a secret, would it? Continue reading
When I read this prompt I was for some reason filled with a kind of anxiety. Frequently when I feel pressured to be “creative” because I’m a “writer” and I’m supposed to be creative, my heart begins to race and I get sweaty.
For example a week or so ago in a class at uni, I remember one of the guys saying “You’re the creative one, you’ll come up with something.” Gah! The pressure! Let me be creative in my own time dammit! I’m not one of those people who can perform well under pressure. I’d be useless on a skit show that required improvisation. Continue reading
Okay, so I missed three days. Bugger. But it’s nothing to freak out about. I have learnt over the years things just have to happen in their own time. Sometimes, life has other plans for you and you just have to stop, relax, smell the roses, and enjoy their scent. If you are anxious over the things that don’t get done “just right” you might miss the beauty and delights the world has to offer. So with that in mind, instead of skipping the three posts to “catch up”, I’m going to continue in order and write about the number 4 prompt, which is “Garden”. It may take me a thousand days to get the 365 posts done, but that’s okay. Continue reading
It’s rather poetic that I am writing this post late at night, after a full day at uni, followed by an evening of delicious stomach-filling dinner at a friends place with several glasses of wine. I want sleep. I know that I have so much work to do. But all I want it sleep.
I’m caught in that in between phase where you almost reach an unearthly level of despair because you aren’t sure whether you should sleep or plough on. To carry on means you may drown in a pool of your own tears or make friends with unicorns. To surrender now means to set an alarm that will NOT get you out of bed at the ungodly optimistic hour just before dawn to get the work done then that you should be doing now. Continue reading