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For me, colour and texture rule and most of the inspiration feeding my imagination comes from the natural world. I see knitting as art, as viable as any other, and no matter what the tool or preferred palette, in human hands, magic happens. Jane Email: jane@janethornley.com
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Recent Blog Entries
Wednesday, December 31, 2008HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM 2009 My half of the world today, an enamelled world view Here I am on the underside of the world looking up. From where I sit it is now New Years Day, officially 2009, and therefore I can finally claim to be ahead of my time. Why has it taken me so long? As for New Year's Eve, well, since I'm usually one of those moldering fogies who struggle to stay awake long enough to see 10:00, remaining awake until twelve seemed a bit of a stretch. In other words, forget midnight. Last night, however, was a glorious exception. Last night I took to the streets with thousands of my closest friends....  My buddies jostle for a prime seat By early morning the natives had taken to the streets carrying 'eskies'(coolers), blankets and glowinthe dark accessories seeking a prime location for the night's events. The goal: to find a great spot to set up camp, a place with a perfect view of the harbour and where jovial frolicking can proceed uninhibited. My two neices, brother-in-law, sister-in-law and hubby were not willing or able to stake our claim quite so early. Instead we joined the exodus towards the harbour after seven o'clock, steadly adding yet more bodies to the flow as we worked our way deeper and deeper into the throng. By dark, the streets were in full frolick throttle with mucho drinking and imbibing of various lubrications. Many natives dressed in interesting hats resembling inflated Sydney bridges and many more sported luminous headwear such as glowing horns or halos. My dress remained inconspicuous incognito. Since this is one of Sydney's biggest events, nothing is done in half measures. Directors and artists are contracted to orchestrate these multiple layers of exploding firework frenzies that explode from barges in the harbour as well as the bridge with this year's theme being 'creation'. Fitting, yes? Even the rich and famous come in from all over the world to see the sight yet somehow we managed to miss Paris Hilton by staying amongst the masses. We eventually located our camp site in the far corner behind the bridge where we could see 1/4 of the display but none of the barge pyrotechnics. Still.....wow. I truly gasped when the 12:00 finally hit its crescendo with multiple layers of exploding flowers, streamers, skydivers and comet tails all worked in fireworks. My own home fireworks now seem like matchstick sputterings by comparison. The picture below does not do the show justice. The boom, the dimensional fire of light and color all add to the reality of the moment. Had I not been too busy gasping and aweing, I might have taken better photos but hopefully the photos below give just the slightest hint.  Harbour View  Partial View So how am I feeling today you ask, me who rarely sees the inside corner of 10:30? Well, tired, yes. Following the spectacular pyrotechnic storm, my buddies and I strolled along the Sydney streets towards our various abodes in a huge, body-packed stream. For many the party continued in good-natured, over the top cheer, that erupted into street dancing and general jolity.Not for me. The fact that my feet still worked was miracle enough. I'm looking forward to this brave new year. Following the last, it can only be interesting and now, above all other eras, we must project positive visions into our futures. Happy New Year everyone! May your knitting like your life be brave, creative, and satisfying. May your explorations take you further and deeper into what really matters. |
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