Storytime

I'm always fascinated by how people can see the exact same thing but view it so differently. It's all down to our perspectives. One the weekend Other Half and I went for a lovely drive to Mount Macedon. We wanted to check out the autumn tones and it was so beautiful. *and yes I do live in the Dandenong Ranges where we have our own autumn leaves in full glory but we thought we'd check out some place different. It was a beautiful day, even if grey, cloudy, misty at the top of the mountain and cold. Other Half stopped at a few places to take some snaps and (I've known this for a long time) it reinforced how different we are. We can see exactly the same view, vista, moment in front of us...and we both choose a different angle. We would be out of the car, he facing one way taking a photo, me facing the other taking my photo. And if we did take a photo of the same thing, same building or tree or mountain...we framed it differently. I really love the fact...

Last weekend, a gang from work went out for the day. There was a mini bus, a sandy lunch with visiting bee, a lovely meal to end the day...and a painting experience. We went to Coronet Bay, a Paint and Sip.  The majority of us were very nervous about our artistic abilities. Most of us claiming none. Yet with the help, tutorage and encouragement from Chris, we all left feeling damn proud of ourselves. Brilliant aren't they? The girls as well. What I learnt most on this day, was to look at things differently. Try to see things from a new perspective. Chris had us turn this page upside down and then begin to copy the image in the empty space. To look not at the picture as a whole, but to see the shapes. The squares, the circles, the lines. I found this totally liberating. And I did run out of space, and my fellow is very out of proportion but I was quite surprised by how close it came to the real deal. Then began the painting. The picture I chose was of a ca...