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Colour study

 

Sometimes winter leaves me shaking my head. As it sets in, it can really leach the world of colour. I don’t mean that things aren’t all bright and colourful, I just mean that the colours that are there, are sometimes too weak and pathetic. The greens of the leaves left on the trees are insipid and dull.

 

I went walking on the beach with the dog this morning, and the sky was like a sick child with no colour in it’s face.

 

Winter has only just started, and already I’m waiting for spring.

 

Colour study Meaghan Cook

 

 

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Books for June 2014

 

1. DELANCEYMolly Wizenberg.

I’ve been waiting for Delancey to come out. Molly has been talking about it on her blog and I was getting excited along with her as the release date neared. As I turned it’s pages I kinda felt like I had already read though, such is the peril of using material from your blog to put into a book. Luckily, I like the blog.

 

 

2. THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOUJonathan Tropper

I honestly only picked this up because I saw the trailer for the movie, and had just finished Delancey and had nothing else to read. This Tropper fella knows how to write a book that’ll get picked up and turned into a film. Read it, and you’ll get what I mean.

 

 

3. HATESHIP, FRIENDSHIP, COURTSHIP, LOVESHIP, MARRIAGEAlice Munro

“Oh for christsake!” This was my out loud reaction when I saw that Alice Munro’s short story had been made into a film. Not because i was worried that a film wouldn’t do the story justice or any of those sorts of reasons. No no, I just hadn’t gotten around to bloody reading it yet, despite it being on my ‘to read’ list for the better part of a decade.  I’d be damned if the movie came out before I got the chance! Downloaded it. Read it. Bang. Done.

 

 

Colouring in for adults

 

I was in Miss Leo’s year 7 music class. We had to colour in the different sections of the orchestra. Yellow for stings, red for brass, you get the picture. I’m not sure how seriously I was taking the task, or perhaps it was just because I was an asshole of a 13 year old, but my colouring technique was most certainly sub-par. When I went up to show Miss Leo, with my lines going this way and that (everyone knows you should keep it all in the same direction),  and nothing really contained within the areas they were supposed to be (basic rule of colouring 101- stay within the lines) ,  she was less than impressed. “Meaghan, your colouring looks like a monkey did it,” she said, holding it far away from her face as she could.  I had to stay in and colour it in again.

 

I revisited the art form last year, this time taking it a little more seriously than I did in high school. Life was particularly tough, my energy levels were somewhere between low and non-existent, and I had hours upon hours of wintery nights to fill. Normal night time activities such as reading or watching TV were of no interest to me, and to be honest, probably beyond my thinking and concerntration too. But colouring in I could do, so colouring in I did!

 

And now apparently French women have taken up the sport. Well, if the French are doing it! (Article here about French women using colouring in to “reduce stress and ease neuroses”. )

 

Mandalas were a particular favourite to colour. But I wasn’t really picky on such matters. I coloured in Pixar Cars pictures, toucans, Ryan Gosling…

 

 

(I Love Mel has a whole host of awesome colouring books, including a Ryan Gosling one which is where the image above is from. Check out the one especially for the Gingers.)

 

I found heaps, HEAPS, of colouring in pictures on google and Pinterest. Just so you know, if you google “colouring in pages for adults” you actually don’t get smut. I was very wary the first time I typed that one in.

 

I can vouch for the activity (and for the French women). Colouring in really does help to reduce stress and ease neuroses. The gentle scratching of my texta back and forth, back and forth was calming. Being able to sit up at the kitchen table after dinner with the kids and all of us do it, was a bonus. I urge you to give it a try.

 

And like all these sorts of things, there’s already someone out there doing an incredible job at it. I discovered the work of UK artist  Nikki Farquharson and was pretty amazed at what she can do with a set of textas. The photo below is a little glimpse of her work. Phwoar.

 

4,000 old photos

 

Meaghan Cook

 

My phone has been dying a very slow, very elaborate and very painful death. Just when I think it’s finally cactus, it would spring back to life. Do you remember the death of PeeWee in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie? (If not, follow this link to be reminded. Champagne cinema.) My phone has been doing that. All that’s been missing is me playing the violin.

 

This week enough was enough and I decided to be proactive and euthanise rather than waiting for natural causes to get it. The sim card was removed, battery turned off, and my old trusty phone was placed quietly in the dark back corner of my desk draw. The final resting place for a phone that’s been with me for four years.

 

Before that (melo)dramatic end though, I downloaded all the photos from the phone. All 4,000 or so of them. (No wonder the phone had been chugging along at a snail’s pace. That’s a  lot of nostalgia to carry around.) Going back and looking through all the photos has been lovely. I’d forgotten so much! Like the gold fish we had, to the flat hair Ryan sported before his curls, and the obsession with taking his own photo that Miles had when he was three. The plants in the backward have grown so much, and so has my hair. Trips to the beach, afternoon treats on the way home from kinder, snuggles on the couch. There’s photos of all of these tiny, seemingly incidental, moments that have made up our last four years.  Put them all together and they’re something quite special.

 

I’ve chosen my favourites, and you can see more after the jump. Including my vast array of outrageous sunglasses over the years. Bright tangerine? What was I thinking?

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