the morning after

This morning i awoke with a great sense of relief. I had started. It was as if the act of starting had freed me and and allowed me to play, the ability to breathe deep. I had an energy and a spark.

Wednesday is Zar's day off so i thought that an excursion to the city was in order. We caught the train watching out the window for all our favorite haunts seen with flying birds eye. We called each other little bird and mama bird.

After greeting the favorite 'yellow peril'.

we went to see new 07 at ACCA . I really like going to galleries with my 3 year old, it pushes me to be playful and not take it too seriously. he enjoys it too and we have fun.

I think that my favorite work was by Anastasia Klose, videos of performance she had done. dressed in a wedding dress holding a sign that said "Yes Nana I am still alone", being hugged by punks at Flinders Street Station, or walking the streets of Paris holding a sign that read "Hello Paris I am an artist too", the works were humorous but also brave. i found the experience inspiring. Zar and i did our own performance art after playing with textas and toes, embracing autumn and laughing.