Peeling off Layers

... Christmas time never fails to bring quite un - sortable mixture of emotions .....

an excerpt from this good webpage:
http://www.onlymelbourne.com.au/melbourne_details.php?id=19140

Brack, the son of working-class parents, was a loner by nature.

Growing up in Hawthorn East "without pictures, without music", he discovered poetry and paintings for himself in the Reading Room of the State Library.

Inspired by modern art, he enrolled in evening classes at the National Gallery School, where he honed his technical skill. After war interrupted his studies, he returned as a mature student and worked towards an ironic style.

.... have been to the trip to Adelaide ... many new experiences .. it's nice to see the sunset over the ocean .... this was my first time ..... will write more soon .... continuing about the Adelaide trip now ... well .. after the Europe flights - the flight from Sydney to Adelaide could not be more easy and pleasant .... interesting was that the long term parking costs more than the airplane ticket for one of us .... but that aside .... luckily the weather cooled down in Adelaide and it was pleasant - below 30C - while last week they had 45 C or more there .....

... so after the Thursday night at a classical music concert ...... came Friday night at the local pub - hermetically sealed concert hall - competition of local rock / pop/ metal bands .... my daughter and her band competing - after they won their way into this final round ...... this was loud .... and i was not allowed out to get some fresh air ... beer had to be served into plastic cups .... on my wrist I had to get an identification .... oh my ... i do prefer going for the classical thing ..... nevertheless ....

... Richard Tognetti ... I am fascinated by his personality ever since I have seen him first many years ago ....

.... so my daughter's seventeen .... seventeen years of precious gift of her presence .... that's a beautiful thing to celebrate for me ..... having her around is and always has been such a pleasure ..... she is a musician ..something I admire to the utmost ... no wonder I've heard a music in my mind when I first held her in my arms ....... still remember clearly that night she was born .... how strange to realize that it was only me and her doing it together with the help of the wonderful staff in the hospital .....

... interestingly ..I started working on series of drawing showing faces of the band members at the beginning of week .. I planned to do this some time ago after observing the kids while they did their songs recording in the professional studio ... I took some photos of each of them then ... all of which was quite inspirational ..... ..and surprisingly yesterday they won their band competition - means in the first round they came first among nine local bands ...it was a very pleasant surprise and reward for us all ...... and so I happily continue on this little tribute work ....

from the book I read and re-read ....
.............................. Hands are beautiful. Kant said that hands are the visible expression of the mind. ...
..... At the highest moments of human intensity, words become silent. Then the language of touch really speaks. When you are lost in the black alley of pain, words grow frail and dumb. To be embraced and held warmly brings the only shelter and consolation. Conversely, when you are completely happy, touch becomes an ecstatic language. ........

... it amazes me how simple things that I take for grated suddenly gain enormous importance once not granted any more ..... right hand middle finger ... disabled .... means so many limitations ....
... stage of disbelief and shock has passed and now I am into a faze of frustrated anger ... as well as getting snowballed into a depression I guess ........................
.... hand of a little marionette ......... who leads my ropes ? .... I wonder .....

... working on icon for Joy's profession on 15th of October ... it amazes me again how enjoyable is to work on this .... something really positively holy emanates from this image which I am trying to re-tell in my own words ... it is a prayer in the form of visual means ... prayer about our longing for intimacy .... Mary is the one whom I see through this image as a person being privileged to know the most intimate friend of her heart .... and she was also His Mother ....