Winters in Adelaide can feel long. Long, dark, wet and dreary. As much as I love the winter and all that implies (snuggly clothes, nights on the couch, comfort food, rain on the tin roof) it does feel somewhat never ending. Coming home from work in the dark every night doesn't inspire me to get creative. SO - when the weather suddenly shifts from "eternal winter" to "beginning of spring" its like someone threw open the door and let in some beautiful golden light. Its not quite here yet, with some lingering wintery days (and a hail snow storm yesterday!) but the fruit trees are starting to blossom, the bees are humming at my lavender and the days are slowly getting longer. After work, I can now go for a decent hour long walk looking at all of my neighbours gardens and gorgeous houses while making plans for my own.

A few weeks ago I did a watercolour course. I've always dabbled with watercolours, loving how they look on the page, almost translucent and shimmery - but I've never really known how to get them to do what they were supposed to. This workshop was brilliant, Sue Ninham,  our fab teacher was great; we learnt how to mix all of our colours (from three primary colours) and how to use different techniques to use the watercolours in all of their watery goodness. We then went on to use these techniques in a work of our own. I knew I would love watercolours  - but not how much I would love it! Watching the way the colours move around in the water on your page, how the combination of absorbent paper and water work, as well as the surprising way colours sometimes mix together, is nothing short of amazing. I have never been more excited at WATCHING PAINT DRY!

I've posted some of my class experiments and attempts on my facebook page, but since then - I have been experimenting like crazy! Practically running home to play and experiment with my watercolours, incorporating inks, prints and experimenting with watery, watery, rainbow coloured goodness! I've also made a cracking start on the Christmas market season that starts up in a few months by ordering about a million moleskin notebooks to customise, some with illustrations and others with prints I am working on! I've attached some progress shots I have taken with my phone, and will upload some proper images when I am finished! You'll see I am a tad obsessed with waves at the moment....

Feeling very alive and optimistic at the moment. Thank you all for your lovely comments and posts on my Syrian blog piece - I was honestly blown away by how many people are here reading along and how much the images resounded with everyone. I will post more photos on and off from Syria (I have so many) but for now.... its all about the rainbowy goodness.


Thanks for reading!
xx MissFire

This has been on my mind quite a lot for the last few years - and although a bit darker than my usual postings I thought I'd try and articulate. I've been trying to keep things upbeat for the last few weeks - and mainly succeeding, but there are no words for how I feel with every news story that comes out of Syria.  In March 2011 I had just finished work on an archaeological project in Jordan - and my parents decided to come over and explore Syria and Jordan. I had been pestering them to come to the Middle East since I first started traveling there in 2004. I absolutely adore the Middle East and I have been very fortunate to visit quite a bit of it over the years. We traveled through Syria on our own, using public transport, taxis and occasionally taking people up on their offers to drive us. We met people, drank tea, ate amazing food, saw amazing sites, smoked shisha and had a brilliant time. Other than the odd public protest and rally on a Friday there was absolutely no indication of what was to come. Looking back on it now, I am struck by just how normal everything was.

The Middle East is one of those places that has a bit of a stigma. If you haven't been there, you've probably only ever heard not great things about it. I'm here to shout from the roof tops that it is an awesome place, filled with some of the nicest, most generous, gorgeous people you will ever meet in your life. Not everyone is good, not everyone is bad, some are cheeky, some try it on, some are hilarious and some are downright dodgy. Its people. Its life.  I haven't been back to the Middle East since 2011, work and life commitments haven't allowed it - but I miss it. When I am there I realise how little I need to live and be happy. I meet wonderful people who don't have much offer to give you the little they have. I always come home with an renewed appreciation of just "rich" I am and how little I need. It is my touch stone for reality.  So when I hear people say negative things about Syrian asylum seekers and refugees, I find it really upsetting. I have no doubt these people would rush to feed, clothe and shelter you if the roles were reversed.

Unfortunately, there is only so much I can do all the way over here in Australia. I can donate money to great causes (Salaam Cultural Museum provide first response on-ground support for Syrian refugees in Jordan) and I can tell as many people as I possibly can my stories of Syria. The lovely, but sadly very human side to this disaster; stories of cheeky boys and taxi drivers, the little girls and boys calling out "Marhaba" (hello) and then giggling behind their hands when you respond, the guys roasting nuts who calls out "ahlen wa sahlen" (Welcome). The eye doctor in Damascus who re-opened up his clinic at 9pm after having already gone home so Mum would  have new glasses ready for our departure the next day..... ah. so many stories!!

The other thing I can do, is show them my photos of how Syria was, the craziness of the big cities, the normality of the day to day.  So, so, so many photos! My plan was always to publish a book of photographs from Syria, its one of the reasons I took so many in 2011. So many people have said to me over the years "wow you take an awful lot of photos!"....but looking back on my catalogue of photos from 2011 - I am so happy I took as many as I did and I wish I could go back and take a heap more. Mainly of those amazing people.

I know this is a bit of a sombre post - and it is likely that no one is even reading this (please comment if you are - I'd love to know your thoughts ), but as someone who has spent some time over "there" (and I have so many friends who have spent even longer in Syria and surely have even more stories!!) I just wanted to share my thoughts and to share a little of the Syria that was before all we remember is the Syria of today.

Thanks for stopping by to read my thoughts!
MissFire.