Fishy and his friends wanted to see this film for his birthday. He also requested they be able to go on their own for the first time. Overcoming the strong desire I had to spend two hours watching a thug called Wreck- it Ralph wrecking everything, I succumbed to my son's wishes and went to find MY bliss.
When I emerged, released into the wild without a single child attached (!!!!), it was a little overwhelming. I had a yen to sit in a peaceful place like...say... Matisse's garden.
If you squinted and ignored the soaring temperatures it could be a French Boulevarde- or Grey Street in the morning rush.
So I ducked between some buildings and found myself here, reacquainting myself with the Bouganvillea trellis path and the river side.
Hello there, Brisbania! How pretty you are in the morning. Sorry to have lost touch but it is lovely to see you again!
Under the bridge and around the spiral walkway brought me back to this old dear...
The original Queensland Art Gallery which I'm afraid I have been spurning in favour of her newer, flashier little sister, GOMA.
Hello perennial frangipanis,
hello dandelion fountains so beloved by my once- toddler boys...
and, hello, lovely garden of zen in the middle of the city's miasma of noise. A coffee, a view, still water, a fountain in my ear and a couple of perfect puffy clouds. For a moment it looked like a child was going to make big ripples in my mirror like calm but he was quietly moved on. Yes, please!
I have always loved this large hall with the watery exhibits it houses. Does anyone else remember when it was filled with a floating sea of silver balls?
There was still time to check out some favourite old masters and their perfect rendering of clouds. A little handmade object shop had some precious bits in it too.
|Sandra Bowkett ceramics|
I filed some away for reference as there will be access to a kiln this year.
|Murray Topham ceramics|
I was waiting at the doors of Wreck it Ralph, probably looking a little more serene than when we had parted company. Dad had the pizza and cake waiting at home and then we dropped the extras off and headed for a friend's at the coast. Fish got one of his wishes there which was to cuddle Dee Dee his long lost mini schnauzer friend.
Our babiest boy was all of twelve and pretty darn pleased about it!
(We don't know why he has always said that but we like it.)