provided the most fun I’ve had in ages. The sort of fun that includes getting the giggles. Uncontrollably. Even if you are sixty. Let’s travel back to early January.
Five of us arrive from far-flung corners of the country, meeting at a gorgeous Sydney harbour pool.
There’s Jennie my sister, Ruby my twelve year old niece, Marg my friend and colleague and Tara her thirteen year old daughter.
The swimming’s done. It’s time for art. We have watercolour Brilliants, waterbrushes, pens and five small pieces of paper.
Shall we do a group project?
Will it be a serious reflection on the year that was, or a visioning for the new year? No. We opt for non-serious.
Tara suggests a paint-a-bit-and-pass-it-on process.
You fold your page into five sections. You start with the head of a person, animal or hitherto undiscovered creature, then fold it over so it’s invisible. The next person, uses the reference marks you made to paint the neck and shoulders of a creature onto the next fold. And so on.