Hot Air Balloon – Art Adventure Begins

Ripple Poetry

Yvonne Koolmatrie’s Hot Air Balloon, Queensland Art Gallery

Climb on board, dreamers and travellers
Whoever you may be, take a journey with me.

Feel the woven textures beneath your feet.
Smell the Murray River in the weave.

Take yourself to the balloon’s edge
Feel the breezes through the sedge.

Touch textures of the air as we fly.
Sense the depth of sky below.

Search the windows that we pass
for the dreamers beyond.

Ask yourself, Am I afraid?
Or am I brave?

Sense the strength of angels
Ignite reconciliation’s flame.

(c) June Perkins

This poem is currently on display at Words and Pictures, Queensland Art Gallery and viewable as a pdf

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Beading – Grandmother’s Lessons

Those of you reading my memoir blog will know this week I am fascinated with beading.

I’m doing research into beading around the world to deepen poems and short stories I have in progress.

How I long to travel to meet beaders the world over, but without the finances at least I can visit them on youtube.

These were two of my favourite videos in my online journey today.

I thank the makers of these videos for sharing these stories.  It makes me miss the Elders of Murray Upper I can tell you. They taught me how to make a small basket, a different handicraft, with its own intricacies.

One thing that intrigues me is that grandmothers rather than mothers pass culture on – and there may be many reasons for this, some practical and some cultural.  Another thread of thought develops from the cyberjourney.

I have never found handicraft to come easily, but immensely respect those that are good at it – my mother is one of them.

Two of the things I am intrigued by at the moment are techniques and materials.

The beading journey is sure to continue for a while on my blog.

Perhaps  I’ll write it better than I can do it.  Or  who knows I  may find myself learning it.  Perhaps I have the patience now.

(Note I am not Indigenous to the Americas, but am keen to learn from many cultures who do beading and would be very proud to be if I was.  My mother is Papua New Guinean Indigenous and I have enjoyed the friendships of people from many backgrounds in Australia.)

Serendipity: Miracle Monday 3

A basket – taken by June Perkins made by a friend

There are times when fate seems to be aligning all the planets and bringing brilliance our way – Serendipity!

“The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.”

But is it our 0wn effort, and striving  that leads to these discoveries and events even though they may  seem to be accidental?

A few days ago someone ask me how my husband and I met.

We met after a conference we had both been at in Sydney, New South Wales, but never crossed paths at. He was to be the driver of a team of youth to drive around Country Victoria (Australia) to work on projects to help other youth and visit people in country areas.  I was looking for him on my arrival there.

The first words I ever said to him were ‘So you’re the one,’ meaning of course the driver of the upcoming trip, but he turned out to literally be ‘the one.’

I was on the trip after saving money for months to go to the conference and also being sponsored for the project afterwards by a family.

He was on that trip, not really expecting to find the one, but he had asked a friend on Baha’i pilgrimage to pray he would find a wife.  She prayed all nine days of our trip, and by the end of it I think we both knew perhaps we had found ‘the one.’


Another story of serendipity was in the recent visit of Alesa Lajana to my area.  She discovered that I was friends with some of the people she was staying with and also a couple of people she was learning weaving from.

We were all woven together – into the fabric of her life.  I knew her because my sons had gone to a guitar workshop she held in Yungaburra (where she also performed).  It was so cool to see her again.

With Alesa and Aunty Doris4
Aunty Doris, Alesa and Me- taken by my eldest son

The connection – we both like creative things, and she is on a quest for hidden histories but also likes learning how to do weaving.

Another serendipitous happening is that my husband and I once had no ties to the Cassowary Coast in terms of relatives, but then our niece married a local boy and so suddenly we did.

Not only that her in-laws are good friends with one of my closest friends here. Her mother in law is a photographer who some  other friends had told me to connect with as we both love photography.

We didn’t expect this to happen but people travel and new family connections are made, everyday.

Do you have stories of serendipity from your life?

The Faceless Portrait

Weaver Faceless Portrait – June Perkins

The Faceless Portrait is something I have been working with for a while, but haven’t ever gone into the philosophy of.   Seems there is a whole philosophy behind abstracting people either into the environment or their identity through taking the focus away from the face.

I intuitively like capturing hands in the process of  action,  especially when creating, whether it’s weaving, playing an instrument, or painting.

One of my friends who doesn’t like her face portrait being taken that much, but she enthusiastically offered her hand recently for this picture.

She liked  her weaving effort and was keen for me to capture it.

I was spending the day visiting her when some people came into her work to run a weaving workshop.  I even learnt to weave one, and was excited to get the hang of it.

I can see why people like to weave.

Here is another recent faceless portrait.  The hands were not clear, but moving fast,  sometimes I like them to be clear, but I liked taking this in a way where the hands where in flow.

Why not google faceless portrait to see some other examples!

Fingers in motion – June Perkins

June Perkins