Posts Tagged ‘Blue Mountains’

I love these Blue Mountains!

Posted: May 18, 2023 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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My friend Cathy and I went for a bushwalk to Lockleys Pylon on Tuesday, such a perfect day, sunny & so clear, I love living here!

view down the Grose Valley and the Blue Gum Forest


Posted: May 11, 2023 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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Yesterday was a magical mountain day! Caught the train to Katoomba to see the Herman Pekel exhibition at Lost Bear Gallery then on to Echo Point down the 998 steps of the Giant Stairway from the Three Sisters to Dardenelles Pass

these mountains are romancing my soul

the path beckons

with enchantment round every bend

love the flow of these rails

mountain magic

accompanied by the music of water falling

I met a young woman halfway along the track who said the walk would change my life & it has!

was happy to reach the Leura Cascades Picnic Area which has a rest area to catch my breath and refill the water bottle then a gentle stroll back to the train station and home to find this beautiful parcel in the letterbox

containing a Hagstone from Mia Illuzia of Spirit Carrier

Mia makes powerful magic, love her deep spirit!

Magic Days!

Full Moon in Libra

Posted: April 7, 2023 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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The Full Moon on her way up

and then on her way back down last night

the way down the track at Perrys Lookdown

and back up, it’s a wild walk for a wild week of ups and downs…

Free, my beautiful electric bicycle broke down on the way home from Perrys Lookdown

the hub gear is leaking oil and grease and the chain came off, I managed to get the chain back on to ride home then rang Lekker as she’s under warranty but I have to get her on the train to the city which is a challenge as the new lifts are still not finished… I am steeling myself to carry her up and down the stairs to the platform on Tuesday after the Easter break, she’s a heavy beast…

this Full Moon is in the balancing act of Libra © Mo Orkiszewski 1999

a magical bushwalk shrouded in mist for the Autumn Equinox

& today is the New Moon in Aries when anything feels possible
Magic Days!

started the week with a bushwalk along the Popes Glen track to Govetts Leap

the track to Cripps Lookout has just opened!

Popes Glen Creek

Horseshoe Falls from Cripps Lookout

ancient rock formation at Cripps Lookout

Pulpit Rock from Govetts Leap
the next day I started baring the bones of the garden at Dunmovin which has been neglected since 2019 when the previous owner went into a nursing home

cut the Photinia hedge on the driveway back buy a third, a big job that took 4 hours!
the next day Cathy & I went for a bushwalk to Mount Banks

Cathy enjoying the view from the track

Old Man Banksia aka Banksia serrata

Banksia serrata flower

my grin says it all!
the next day I got back to work in the garden, the Buxus & Hebes on the verandah needed sorting

Buxus cut back by a third with a view of the orange flowered Crocosmia a class 4 weed in the Blue Mountains

Roderick’s spirit eyes have been helping, he was so good at pruning hedges!

feels like I am honouring Liesa’s spirit by bringing some order back to her garden

removed all the ivy from under the deck, will plant a Cecil Brunner rose on the white trellis and cut the bamboo back, the good news is it is contained in an old septic tank so it can’t spread

blackberry is also a class 4 weed here so I removed it from the old boat

will add fresh potting mix and plant it out with spring annuals and bulbs

more blackberry behind the garden

the neighbour on the other aside of the back fence had just cut down the blackberry on his side so the timing is good

my ladder & pruning tools in the back shed

so I bought a padlock and in a funny way it makes me feel like this garden and shed and house will be mine one day in the not too faraway!

exploring Do Ho Suh’s sublimely transporting passages at the MCA
photo by Richard Whitfield

Muffin the magic black cat giving me lessons in the Zen of waiting for a month in the city

settlement has been delayed on Dunmovin, the old lady in the nursing home who owned the house died early this month so her estate has to go through probate before I can move in which will take at least 3 to 6 months (or more) to get through the courts

yesterday I hung my 2023 Moon Calendar in the studio here at Hat Hill Road

I don’t have to pack up any time soon so there’s lots of time to ride Free my fabulous electric bicycle

& go bushwalking in these beautiful Blue Mountains

slowly stitching the edge of the long cloth of grief and wonder with red silk

the long cloth is from Japan, indigo dyed, handwoven hemp with the most beautiful hand

Old Man Crow is here with me in spirit, I have been seeing double ever since he died. On New Year’s Eve I realized that this is happening because I am seeing with his spirit eyes as well as my physical eyes so I am learning how to bring these two ways of seeing into focus. I always manifest my metaphors literally, that’s what being an artist is!

Beth Brennan of Still Life Pond sent me these vintage gloves back in 2019, when I started deconstructing them I thought they could become a crow somehow, one day. Beth gave me a gentle nudge in that direction last week with a link to Ann Wood’s ‘Crow Sew-Along‘, inspired I bought her crow pattern

& started gathering all the black leathers, velvets, satins. silk & lace around the place and laid them out on the studio floor

Beth’s mother’s gloves will make the wings for my crow!

have cut out the pattern and underlay for the body & am ready to start stitching it all together when I finish this post! My good friend, the amazing sculptor Bronwyn Berman has been staying 5 minutes walk up the road, looking after the equally amazing sculptor Margarita Sampson’s trio of Siamese cats while she’s seeing Paris, the Venice Biennale and more!
Bronwyn and I have been hanging out, making things at the kitchen table whilst drinking copious cups of tea and catching up on life, the universe and everything. She sparked me along to finish this Blue Moon from Glennis Shibori Girl that I started stitching on the March Equinox!

Filigree of Memory I was stitched and unstitched, then stitched and unstitched repeatedly, over and over from the March Equinox to the September Equinox 2022, this is such a long strange trip … with so many memories of Old Man Crow held in each of those tiny stitches and knots, finishing it with Bronwyn’s encouragement and great sense of humour has got my mojo working again at last! Just finished reading “Earth Grief: The Journey into and Through Ecological Loss” by Stephen Harrod Buhner, a book that everyone who has a heart should read. I am hanging this next body of work which will take me the rest of my life on this quote:
“The process is difficult, time-consuming, and painful. It seems that emotional acceptance can be achieved only as a consequence of fine-grained, almost filigree work with memory.”
and talking of memory look at this filigree work in the Wind Eroded Caves !

Bronwyn and I climbed up to sit for a bit with the ancient stone

true friends are rare treasures, Bronwyn both encourages & challenges my work as well as making me laugh a lot with her great sense of humour!
This month she became officially Dr Bronwyn Berman or Doctor Bee to me, love this photo !

photo courtesy of Dr Bronwyn Berman

Thanks for everything my friend!

Spring Equinox

Posted: September 24, 2022 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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To celebrate the Spring Equinox I went for a bushwalk with the mist obscuring and revealing the gateways to the liminal spaces in between, love this glimpse of Horseshoe Falls veiled in cloud.

what a long strange trip

Posted: September 9, 2022 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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The path of heart is never a straightforward deal!

after a month of attempting to take two variations of high blood pressure medication and feeling totally strange and disorientated I said to the GP the drugs were not my way and asked my Tai Chi teacher for a transformational counselling session. It was a dance, she circled, I side stepped for quite some time til finally I allowed her into the heart of the matter, “what have I lost besides Old Man Crow?” I closed my eyes and felt deeply, searching and realized my third eye was closed, clouded with a saddened burnt sienna red! She helped me spin that cloud in my mind’s eye until it turned into a flame, in the centre of the flame was a diamond so I drew that and stitched it into the long cloth of grief

I started stitching this beautiful length of Japanese hand woven indigo dyed hemp on February 1st, it will take the rest of my days…

& have stitched and unstitched this Memory Keeper made from an indigo moon backed with red silk from Glennis Shibori Girl since the Equinox in March

On Monday with magical timing Susi Bancroft wrote “The ‘mark making of grief’ I would love to see. One mark or small step at a time and one day you will take that line for a walk – walks can be tiny steps to big leaps, side steps and take you in circles and even backwards sometimes…. “
Yesterday I took Free for a ride to the Wind Eroded Caves near Anvil Rock and made my first foray down the track down into the Blue Gum Forest from Perrys Lookdown

Magic Days!

into the blue

Posted: August 29, 2022 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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