Understorey Dreaming

by frogpondsrock on December 17, 2014

in blogging,Distractions galore!,fauna and flora

I saw a stick on the gravel road ahead of me the other morning and when the stick noticed me it wriggled back into the bush.

The snake was my gift from the universe and it was a happy walk.

snake shadows

Words are tricky things, slippery and elusive. I had a head full of beautiful words yesterday, they were floating around in nice neat lines ready to fly out my fingertips onto the page. My walk with Monty had been a lovely daydream, he was so well behaved that I was able to order my thoughts into coherent passages of prose and I was feeling the urge to write.

Once inside the house, the phone rang, shattering the spell and all my words were lost.

I am trying to rekindle the feeling now but the words are not dancing in my head at all.

My minion Molly, asked me what I get from the blog. I gave her a long and convoluted answer and told her some of your stories.

But when it really comes down to it, the answer is solace. I get solace from my blog.

It is a place to turn my daydreams into reality as well as a place to order my thoughts.

Thank you for reading

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I have been sharing more and more on facebook and twitter via my instagram account and less here on the blog.

It is easier you see, and quicker.

I can take a photo on my phone, upload it to my instagram account and auto share to facebook and twitter.

Tadaa, instant conversation.

My computer is dying, my puppy has grown up into a leaping full size mischievous Labrador who needs lot of attention otherwise he eats all the things.

Please feel free to find me on all my other online spaces.

Here are some of the recent photos I have been sharing elsewhere.

Monty was freaked out by his first thunderstorm and decided that the safest place in the house was in the chair with me.

Here he looks like the goofy Labrador he is.

Monty in my chair

Here he is about to morph into his hyper Kelpie self just before we go for a walkwalkwalkWALK

monty bought copy

Kalgoorlie Dreaming.

Water views from the train. There was a bit of rain while I was in Kalgoorlie, some fabulous storms as well. I was lucky to see all the water and the orange has seeped into my soul.

train dreams 1

water from the kalgoorlie train

Bitter Rose.

The making and exhibiting of Bitter Rose was cathartic, I included a very appropriate Anne Lamott quote in my artist statement

“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”

I have taken this quote to heart and I have a nice little trio of ugly sculptures planned for my show in the Long Gallery next year.

Bitter Rose copy

bitter Rose rear

Bees, native and introduced.

native bee copy

Honey Bee

Dragons by the water.


And I have been doing LOTS of this.

walking the dogs

That is all from me for the moment, I will try and be more present here on the blog but as the jagged edges of my grief recede, I feel the need to write less often as the words in my head are not burning my heart.

I hope you all have a fine time during the December madness and you either enjoy the festivities fully or you cope as best you can.

Love x



To Kalgoorlie and Back again (part two)

by frogpondsrock on December 6, 2014

in ceramics,Kalgoorlie

More than a month between updates is far too long and I apologise for my blog absence to those of you who read here regularly. There are lots of reasons for my neglect of the blog. Monty the super mischief pup is one of the main reasons I am not writing, as it is rare that I get to sit down for extended periods of time. On the upside I am getting fit and when I was in Sydney earlier this month  I was thankful for my Monty induced fitness as I traipsed all over the city with nary a puff.

Now back to the awesomeness that was Kalgoorlie.

I had booked a tour to Lake Ballard on my first day in Kalgoorlie but due to insufficient numbers the tour was cancelled, so I had a free day in the town with nothing planned.

Nicholas, the absolutely fabulous general manager of Rydges Kalgoorlie took me on a whirlwind tour of the town so that I could get my bearings.

The Super Pit, the open cut goldmine is huge, absolutely, awesomely huge and as I stood in the searing heat peering down into the mine I was astounded by the scale of the operation. We are an incredibly destructive species and this industrial scale destruction of the land just boggled my mind.


But even as I knew I was seeing our doom writ large in the rocks before me, I was totally captivated by the colour and layering of the mine face.



colours of the rock face inside the super pit in kalgoorlie copy

The colours  and textures of the super pit have started to appear in my post Kalgoorlie work.

textured platter

super pit

Nicholas dropped me off back in the town and I organised to go on a two and a half hour bus tour of the mine later that day.

It was early still, only about ten am and the heat was already pretty fierce. I can see how people die in this country, it is a hard place with no water of its own, all the water for the town comes from Perth, 600 kilometres away.

I had a bit of a sightsee around the town but the heat had really nailed me and so I caught a cab back to the air conditioned comfort of the hotel. The cab drivers all had interesting stories to share and I met recent arrivals to this country who were doctors, engineers or IT specialists in their own countries, who were all driving cabs here in Australia while they re did their qualifications. All it seemed had come to the goldfields to seek their fortunes and ended up driving cabs.

That was my modus operandi for most of my stay in Kalgoorlie, as the heat made my dodgy leg swell up alarmingly. I would do some things, then cab back to Rydges, where I spent a bit of time in my room with my leg up on cushions, instagramming all the things I had seen.

This is the yarn bombing on Egan Street.


yarn bombing on Egan St

yarn bombing

This is one of the many fascination buildings on the main street.

butcher shop facade

The people of Kalgoorlie were super friendly and an example was a lady I was chatting with in a coffee shop, who drove me to my hotel rather than letting me catch a cab. That sort of small town friendliness is lovely and reminded me very much of home.

The tour of the Super Pit was amazing and depressing at the same time. The potter in me just could not get enough of the colours of the dirt, so many shades of red and orange, such beautiful layering in the sides of the mine, such a massive industrialised destruction.

In this photo you can see the spot of emerald green down the bottom, that is water. Apparently it is the first time the mine has had water in it, as in January this year Kalgoorlie received a years supply of rain in one day.

kalgoorlie Super Pit.

Kalgoorlie super pit

This is one of the artworks in the Kalgoorlie-Boulder Art Prize. Ephemeral Prosperity by Patrica Rose.

Ephemeral Prosperity. Patricia Rose.

I started to write this a fortnight ago and became distracted. I have lost my thread so I shall press publish and wander off back up to the studio in search of all the oranges and reds.


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To Kalgoorlie and back again. (part one)

by frogpondsrock on October 27, 2014

in Arty stuff..,on my travels

Thank you for helping me go to the Regional Arts Summit in Kalgoorlie it was an immensely valuable and rewarding experience for me, both professionally and personally.

The dogs have not left my side since I returned home and I have had a doggy guard of honour shadowing my every step.

Harry and Monty

I have returned home with the colours of the desert imprinted into my psyche. Such glorious reds and oranges, such fierce heat, such a powerful landscape. It will be interesting to see what happens with the work in the coming weeks. I also have a dose of post Kalgoorlie lethargy and it has been hard to get motivated.

On the Tuesday I flew into Perth with five hours between flights and felt like I had walked into a wall of heat. The gorgeous Trae who writes the fabulous blog, “Where’s My Glow” picked me up at the airport and when I mentioned that I was melting, Trae just smiled sympathetically and cranked up the air conditioning a notch. It didn’t help that I was dressed for the Tasmanian spring chill, with layers and pirate socks. It seemed quite surreal that before I left home, I had been throwing buckets of water onto the windshield of the car to remove a thick frost. After shedding my shoes and socks in the car park while Trae pretended not to notice my mismatched crocs, (though I did see her have a little shudder) we walked together in the fiery sunshine to see the Boab Tree in Kings Park. I would have liked to touch this tree, to feel its pulse, but the fence was a little bit too high for easy leaping. Plus it was far too HOT for any kind of leaping.

boab tree

Five hours is not very long when you are on a flying visit and so after a shared lunch and a quick look at Freemantle I was back at the airport.

Academically I knew that Australia was a big country but it wasn’t until I flew over Western Australia that the vastness of this land really sunk in.

I take photo after photo when I am in a plane and then I sketch/scribble like mad in my visual diary because the inspiration comes thick and fast. Imagine how fantastic it would be to create a piece of art over hectares or even over miles of land.

So many wonderful patterns in the landscape, I must try and get my hands on some aerial photos of Western Australia, especially the area around the salt lakes as the colours and textures are just so fantastic.


By the time I arrived in Kalgoorlie, I had been travelling for eighteen hours and I was starting to hallucinate a bit with tiredness. When I am really super tired I keep on getting glimpses of a black dog out of the corner of my eye and my hallucinatory black dog had been shadowing me for a few hours now.

I was absolutely amazed to see roses growing in a brick planter box in front of the airport building, bright colourful roses just seemed so out of place and not what I was expecting at all.I don’t know what I had been expecting, cacti maybe or some other dusty native? The other thing I wasn’t expecting was how nice Kalgoorlie smelled. There was a lovely perfume floating on the air that just smelled so nice, later on, through the power of instagram I found out that it was a wall full of gardenias that I could smell. Gardenia and Jasmine are two of my favourite flower fragrances so I wished I had seen the gardenias.

I literally fell out of my taxi at the hotel and the sign on the door said it all.

Rydges Kalgoorlie

I have written nearly 700 words and I have only just arrived in Kalgoorlie. If I keep on going like this, the post will be as long as a novel. So I will press publish now before the writing becomes unwieldy and I will start on part two in the morning.

Also WordPress must be really drunk because the comment form is still all wonky.


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Can you use ahoy in relation to an inland adventure?

Today is my final day in cooldom. I am sitting here with the sunshine streaming in through the window with the heater next to me. It is going to be a nice day but it is chilly this morning.

This is the forecast for Hobart for the next seven days.

Hobart Weather

I will be leaving the nice cool rainy Tasmanian weather and diving HEADLONG INTO THE FURNACE that is Kalgoorlie in Springtime.



kalgoorlie weather

A good friend had offered me the use of his caravan in Boulder, that generous offer was part of the reason I decided to try and go on this crazy adventure. Once I had decided to really have a crack at getting to Kalgoorlie, I set up the pozible and you dear people overwhelmed me with your support. I mean who funds a pozible in less than five hours? You are amazing and I am very lucky.

I am even luckier in that Rydges Kalgoorlie Resort and Spa, offered to sponsor me.


I will be able to retreat to the comfort of an air conditioned room, with a spa.

A SPA. (deserves all caps)

I haven’t had a spa since I was a kid and I am looking forward to the bubbly bliss that is a spa.

This might well be what I look like before I splash into the spa.

Antony Gormley Sculpture

And this might well be my smiley relaxed post spa face.

Kim (4)

Or maybe I will look like this. Because I am still panicking over the 37 DEGREE FIERY HEAT.

saint lisa

What ever face I am wearing I am super grateful to have this opportunity and I really can’t thank you all enough. Both for helping me to go and also for your patience in waiting until I return from Kalgoorlie to finish glazing your rewards.

The rainbow cups are done, the dessert bowls are done, though I am worrying that the bowls might be a bit small for both cake and ice cream together. The texture is pretty though and I have been having fun with underglaze colours on the undersides of the bowls. The platters are made but not decorated, as two of you wanted me to decorate the platters with the Kalgoorlie experience fresh in my mind. So there will probably be lots of red on those platters and maybe a small doom inscribed somewhere.

I will be posting photos to my instagram account, using the hashtags #raasummit #rydgeskalgoorlie and #deathraysofdoom You can find my instagram here => @frogpondsrock

I will only be taking my phone and small digital point and shoot with me because I am travelling light, so I won’t be blogging while I am away.

I will be posting onto my Kim Foale Ceramics Facebook page.

As well as tweeting all the things on my @frogpondsrock twitter account.

Now I am off to pack my bag, while I try not to think about the death rays of doom.



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Another Pozible Update. Titled, “THERE IS NO PLAN B”

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Only White Food Please.

September 27, 2014

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Gorgeous Luxury Soap.

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Each Birthday, Christmas, or Mothers day I tell anyone who will listen, to buy me handmade soap. I do not want things or chocolate I always want handmade soap. Or good quality incense, I am always searching for a good Sandalwood or Amber incense. Now I have no idea what to ask for as gifts […]

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No time for distractions. Oh look, shiny…

August 30, 2014

Winter is never the best time in the studio, it is cold and the work dries very, very slowly. My slipcasting moulds take longer to dry out and everything slows down exponentially. Also, working through the Tasmanian winter makes my fingers feel like they are going to fall off. I am counting down the days […]

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Stop It, Or You Will Go Blind. A Story About The Dogs I have loved.

August 7, 2014

This phrase was going around inside my head while I was sleeping, muddying up my dreams and rolling around as an earworm when I woke. The diagnosis from the vet had obviously seeped into my unconscious. My darling elder dog Harry, our champion fielder, the instigator of new cricket rules to cater for his exceptional […]

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