tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90098855325333082352024-02-06T18:05:57.511-08:00Dead Matron's SocietyDi Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12299784188392577652noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009885532533308235.post-7087417832841256012013-01-03T16:37:00.000-08:002013-01-03T16:37:29.753-08:00Deadline less than one month!!!Exciting times ahead as our supporting art deadline looms closer... 1st Feb 2013.<br />
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Don't panic, JFDI.<br />
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Di Di Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12299784188392577652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009885532533308235.post-23985431826591172942012-12-15T08:43:00.001-08:002012-12-15T08:43:26.247-08:00Bundy Writer's join the artist team!Crashed the Writer's club Christmas meeting today (lovely treats and wonderful people) and shared my project concept with them. <br />
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Then I passed around pens and post-it's and asked for reflections. The result was fabulous. My friends didn't disappoint and the finished product will be 'note-worthy'. Pun intended. . <br />
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Plus we were entertained by a 4-piece ukulele band who were fantastic, enough to inspire me to go buy a ukulele! Hopefully it won't collect as much dust as my tap dancing shoes :-)<br />
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Struggling to remove silly grin :-)Di Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12299784188392577652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009885532533308235.post-61860976006070025612012-11-25T04:58:00.001-08:002012-11-25T04:58:27.700-08:00Dirty Linen...Location, location, location.<br />
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That's what Christine Turner's art gallery - Dirty Linen Art Space is to me.<br />
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The concept for this project came from a lot of places, but settled after walking in the front door as the place to develop and 'germinate' further.<br />
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The doors are open Sundays from 10am to 2pm to artists and lovers of art to workshop, talk, chew the fat and share their creative journeys. Poets, painters, crafters, photographers and bloggers have all trudged through the doors in the last few weeks. There's tea, coffee and cake and smiling faces. Go, look, experience.<br />
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If you can't make it to the gallery, make it to Christine's blog.<br />
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http://christineaturner.blogspot.com.au/2012/04/dirty-linen-art-space.html<br />
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Di Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12299784188392577652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009885532533308235.post-4018019080303420662012-11-25T04:41:00.001-08:002012-11-25T04:41:32.318-08:00Here's to the Crazy Ones<div>
Here's to the Crazy Ones</div>
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Here's to the crazy ones.</div>
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The misfits. The rebels.</div>
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The troublemakers. The round </div>
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pegs in the square holes - the </div>
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ones who see things differently.</div>
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They're not fond of rules and</div>
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they have no respect for </div>
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the status quo. You can praise</div>
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them, disagree with them,</div>
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quote them, disbelieve them,</div>
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glorify or vilify them.</div>
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About the only thing that you </div>
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Because they change things.</div>
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- Jack Kerouac</div>
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quoted in an Apple Computer Ad, 1997</div>
Di Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12299784188392577652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009885532533308235.post-60765232505734953062012-11-25T04:40:00.001-08:002012-11-25T04:40:36.572-08:00Photo-bombingWhat if no one could see you, except your dead friends? How do you fill your days? There is only so long you can look over your grandchildren, check up on your mortal enemy and making sure your dear husband is either grieving appropriately or moving on - depending on your mood.<br />
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You take the time you never did before to really look at yourself. Obviously not literally, you don't have a reflection. But to really take stock of who you are, beyond the roles you filled. If you take away the daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, chef, chauffeur, tutor, mentor, laundromat, you get the idea, what's left?<br />
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What did you truly like? What curled your toes, made you smile on the inside, put the sparkle in your eyes?<br />
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For one of characters, it was family functions. Weddings, christenings, birthdays, heck even funerals. Which is great, when you can participate. However, how do you spice up the experience when no one can see you, hear you, feel you? Simple - take up photo-bombing.<br />
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Lucy, a happy-go-lucky member of the Dead Matron's Society regularly shares with her friends her latest photographic adventures, however today she's worried. Lucy seems to be getting a little too good at having her photo taken, so much so, that she's in the background of someone's Facebook profile photo, taken this morning.<br />
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<br />This is the basis of the monologue I am currently working on. Poor Lucy. Di Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12299784188392577652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009885532533308235.post-65192313839076364102012-11-25T04:28:00.000-08:002012-11-25T04:28:07.014-08:00Di-gressing, again.Poetry is not my strong suit. Don't judge the play by these lines below.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>The End</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>It was never about the clothes you wore </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>Or the way you grew your hair</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>It was never about the car you drove</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>That was in serious need of repair</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was never about your choice of mates</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Or the beer you liked to buy</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was never about your forgetful way</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>That would sometimes make me cry</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>It was often about the way you snored</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>Or the way you never cared</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>It was often about your pretty ex</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>And how we were always compared</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was often about the pee on the seat</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Or the clothes left on the floor</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was often about your pathetic self </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>That baby, I can’t take anymore</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>It’s the reason you found your crap out front</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>You missed the fire display</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>It’s the reason your key won’t fit in the locks</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>I changed them without delay</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It’s the reason I pawned the engagement ring</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>That anchor I finally shook</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It’s the reason I’m finally free of you</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Without a backwards look</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>Goodbye to you my lover</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>Goodbye to my old friend</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>Goodbye and good riddance</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;"><i>You Jerk – this is – The End.</i></span></div>
Di Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12299784188392577652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009885532533308235.post-26569580989030260222012-11-25T04:26:00.000-08:002012-11-25T04:26:00.037-08:00Di-gressing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">An Ode to a Friend.<br /><br />Thunderous rage the storm did play<br />The day mother nature took him away<br />Regarded a strong swimmer he never had a chance<br />As the lady of the lake gave him his last dance<br />The banks had broke, the dams overflown<br />As the swallowing rushes took one of our own<br />A flash of orange and a splash of dread<br />Our beloved goldfish was certainly dead<br />Swilling in the bowl like a glass of fine wine<br />One swish, then he disappeared, into the porcelain.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Di Wills </span>Di Willshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12299784188392577652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9009885532533308235.post-37616661173127239622012-11-25T04:24:00.001-08:002012-11-25T04:24:45.493-08:00The beginning of something good...Fact 1: I love theatre. Directing, stage managing, even singing and dancing entertains me.<br />
Fact 2: I love writing. When I write, I see it as people moving around on a stage.<br />
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Fact 3: It has sadly taken me YEARS to work out that I should be writing for the stage.<br />
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Situation to be rectified. One play down, a one-act Australian comedy featuring old blokes and their Man Cave activities and antics. And ...since my last project finished (Calendar Girls at the Playhouse Theatre), I've had something brewing in the back of my head, taking seed. It's about 9 days old now, but building momentum fast. <br />
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So... a new blog for a new project.<br />
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<u>The title</u>: Dead Women's Society<br />
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<u>The concept</u>: A stage play that examines a group of women 'stuck' after experiencing sudden and unexpected deaths, and how they now fill their days. The play examines the value of women's friendships, both now and beyond. <br />
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<u>The real project</u>: Two-fold really. Curate an art exhibition that showcases the works of my talented friends using the themes of the play as friendship, sisterhood and death in any arts medium. The arts audience then becomes the play's audience as they witness a section of the play - delivered as a workshop piece - and have an opportunity to discuss and provide feedback afterwards.<br />
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<u>The location</u>: Dirty Linen Art Space<br />
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<u>The time-frame</u>: Roughly... three months - or Feb 2013.<br />
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To be continued...<br />
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