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Time spent creating and moments in a state of flow beckon shared time and thought provoking chances to be present, with the self, with company or as a momentary visitor in anothers space.
Time spent in the presence of strange(rs), foreign entities, unfamiliar spaces that have a resonance, peculiarities and curiosity; idling away at a creative experience, holding space for just a moment, exchanging fluid thoughts, ideals and dreams.
Time spent on common ground, just being, creating physically with ones hands while performing mindless drifting thought perspectives, releasing the soul into freedom and staining a page with the essence of the moment.
Time spent observing, crafting and chatting about commonalities, about beliefs, directions and paths.
Time spent wandering around the ideas put forward into reality through mark making and colour shifting, enveloping symbolism and extruding deep resonance.
My (un)conscience tribe. My remarkable Strange(rs).
Are you remarkably strange? #4
Moments with strange(rs); visitors that are my (un)conscious tribe
Saturdays are a time of catching up and experiencing fun times together. Meetups and joint fun times, well documented for future trouble making, and witty banter; today was no exception! Hungry and dying of thirst (the taking away of inhibitions type of liquids…) the boys came upon their pre determined destination, weren’t too sure, got Maccas next door (best stomach coating fast fare) and returned (minus drinks - sad face) but eager to exact a bargain made without hindsight.
Today we are celebrating our basketball breakup party. Groups of two scattered all around the city, racing to complete tasks assigned by each other, documentation the essence of non-cheating enthusiasm and a will to end the run around and join the final party festivities all together. A day of memorable experiences, occasions doing things one never dreams of doing, ever, and moments of complete abandonment with (re)connection to the inner child.
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Are you remarkably strange? #3
Moments with strange(rs); visitors that are my (un)conscious tribe
Sunday fundays. Family (friends) and a day of eating, laughing and a little colour between the courses. An extended family of 5 going from place to place, feasting in amazing food venues, hunting new experiences to remember, taking a meandering path to their next destination. Dinner was next but while they were enjoying the company of a gorgeous sunny day in Melbourne, that fun and frivolity lead to a moment of creative surprise and competitive comradery, jesting, awe and that friendliness of people who have been in your life for a long time, family (and friends who feel like it).
Sunday afternoons have a certain hum — where laughter and wandering find their rhythm especially when the sun is out! Bound by that deeper thread of familiarity, comfort, the kind of belonging that doesn’t need words, the conversations rolled easily between them, playful jests punctuated with bursts of laughter, the type that only comes from years of shared stories. Between places to visit, a moment caught their eye — colour spilling from a doorway, a soft invitation to enter. Brushes, paint, paper, and light. A place that beckoned the curious, the open, the slightly strange. They paused, exchanged that knowing glance, and stepped inside.
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Are you remarkably strange? #2
Moments with strange(rs); visitors that are my (un)conscious tribe
Sunday afternoons, just after brunch, aimlessly wandering back to your car, walking past, wait what? Wander back past, stop. Read the door, re read the posters, walking past. Wait. Hi, what is this all about? The ladies entered the shop, curiosity piqued and eager to touch yet restrained. What is it you do here?
I embrace your soul and let you be free to express something deep from inside the confines of your being. Today was abstract. A happening waiting to happen. As the oracle cards called to these ladies to venture forth, to embrace a moment of the now, they were drawn into the shop full of gaiety and wonder, there was only one table they were destined to sit at. Mother and daughter relishing the excitement of perceived truths and desires, as their hands wandered over the packs of cards, searching for the ones that spoke to them, which ones would speak the loudest?
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Are you remarkably strange? #1
Moments with strange(rs); visitors that are my (un)conscious tribe
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, light hits the front of the shop for a few hours, splendid and warm, illuminating the array of eclectic tables and chairs filled with colour and curiosities that engage ones senses. Colour is all over the walls and splashed across the tables, an invitation to spend some time having a play, free form art making and linger with a drink.
Compelled to investigate what an experience might be, she stepped through the door. A traveller, touristing Melbourne yet again, wandering for the sights and stories to share once returned. A solo drop in. Luminous and full of hopes, dreaming of a future filled with enchantment and love, acceptance, beauty, special moments. Purple streaks and bright big eyes, instinctively drawn to my space for the haven it presented, a refreshing stillness amidst the hustle and bustle of street wandering.
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