It's Just Me and My Brain Today..Yes I'd Like to See the Menu... Thanks!

Greetings once again beautiful people..I trust we have all had a week full of missions and milestones?...It was brought to my attention that in fact I did not really introduce myself last week...the intent was there, but I guess life got in the way, or was that art?

So here we go then...

I am a South African Australian woman/mother/artist...Natalie M. Adams ... Nat to my Friends and Natalie M. in artist mode. My parents are both of mixed ethnicity including anything from African to Italian to Chinese and at various points in my life I seem to cling onto at least one and explore that side for a momentary month or two (I'm now 31...think about it).

My four sisters, who are all extremely crazy but equally lovable, refer to me as the hippy of the family. All because I love to dance and burn incense?...eh-hem...'Guess what ladies? It's normal!'...This is what I've spent most of my life saying...one would think that even I would believe it by now...would you ask me again later please? Many thanks.

So yes...moving right along... I was born in Grahamstown, South Africa to an Anglican Priest and the daughter of an Anglican Priest in the last decade of the Apartheid. As a family we travelled to live in United States, New Zealand and Australia in early life, and Europe and Queensland Australia in more recent years on my own.
Now I seem to have this unavoidable life ethic evident of exposure to people, cultures, politics and art both locally and globally.
My dysfunctional family and relationships affects how I see the world. Both make me feel raw love and absolute wrath but I cannot live without either. This might also have something to do with my son, who I can love and instantly despise in a second. Why are boys the way they are? is this really my debt owed to my parents? I was not this bad, SURELY!!!!...ahh, but I do love him...because at the end of it all, my son is the only person in the world who reminds me that I am not alone...in this chaotic world where war is livid and a baby is born every minute...he reminds me that...

... am woman, I am friend, I am laughter, I am sex, I am mother.

I am peace and war, love and disregard, warmth, comfort, anger, irrational thought, angsty female, crazy mother and in need of happiness.

I am normal.

Oh come-on.....Do you really want to hear more??? I don't want to tell you about my life...you will be looking at your computer for hours wishing you could beat the screen with a carrot whilst infusing an animal tranquiliser into the hard drive!

However, I can talk more about my art...and myself as an artist.

So yes... I have a great fascination with the relationship between contemporary culture and human norms expressed through art and the constant rebirth of traditional methods that enables the communication between art and human understanding.

I love ...and I mean looooove to play around with :mixed media drawings – Japanese ink and recycled print ; sculptures – wood, metal, materials bought and found ; printmaking processes – mainly etching; jewellery designs - usually one offs from bought and found materials; clothing design and textiles - definitely one offs as they are all hand made.

Currently I am working towards a body of work that communicates Addiction and Redemption.
I guess it's because I look at human life and it seems to me that we find solace in the act and the ritual of addiction and redemption because it allocates
a renewed approach to the situation..….which is what life is, birth..death and rebirth.

We all seek a form of escape that redeems towards a feeling of comfort and certainty whether it be mental, emotional or physical. eg. Addiction being chocolate and the Redemption found in a 6 km walk.

Even if you are a Van Gogh or a Julia Gillard, all of us at one stage or another in our lives, will experience this...we will experience devilish pleasure and pious apology.

Be easy on me my friends...I am still really trying to solidify this concept .... can an Addiction and Redemption be the same thing? I think so. Or can it? You tell me! My own brain can be very argumentative with me you see.

I think this is enough for now.... I will surely return to enlighten you all on the stylings of Natalie M. in the next few weeks and indeed, what I really think about addiction and redemption.

Until then..... stay safe and remember Art is Life is Art.....nothing but love people.

Natalie M.

If you would like to see some of my past and current work you can contact me via: natalad@yahoo.com , I will be more than happy to share 'my life through my art' with you :)

Art is Life is Art

ART IS LIFE IS ART

A female robot made from old cereal boxes, egg cartons, toilet paper rolls and straw. This was my very first art work, a sculpture, at the age of 9. It was laughed at by my classmates, because I made a point of giving my female rather proportionate breasts. To me it made sense, to complete a female form with the very things that make it obvious to the outside world that in fact, she is a woman.

I suppose I have always viewed life from a very feminine angle by seeing beauty and sensuality as integral elements of not only life, but death and the cycle of both that propels constant rebirth.

It’s been 22 Years since that very first robotic creation, and my art has come a long way and certainly been influenced by life’s little surprises and random shocks (which includes more than just the first morning glance in the mirror).

Not in the least, my time at James Cook University’s Art School not only taught me invaluable methods, and techniques, but also provided me with a maturity towards my own life and the way I use art within my life.

Nudes were a big thing. Life drawings and executing plastic torsos with anything from graphite to polyester resin was not unusual and this is where, I think, my love affair with art and how it can illustrate life, really began. Although, as I was not always the sharpest pencil of the pack….my work always had a ‘brave substance’ to it, as I was once told. At the time, it would have seemed that I took no notice of the lessons being taught…but even now when I spend my time painting, drawing, sculpting or printing…. I am grateful for those lessons, as they feel as fresh in my mind now as they were then.

Of course also, I have been influence by many Artists before me and those who create work now in 2010. Frida Kahlo and Marlene Dumas are two of my favourite female artists, Brett Whitely and Richard Gillespie have also created very abstract works with finite concepts….but it is not the famous artists that really influence me in my work.

Life and the human condition is what I love to work with. Men, women, children, hunger, anger, eroticism, food, music, sex, culture, water, fire, a living breath. .. The list goes on. These are the things that excite me in my work to a point of no return. I feel it is why I have been put into this world; to bring beauty to people in a way that they don’t expect, through sadness and joy.
In my art I want to make people feel the rawest emotions they have. I want to strike a chord within souls that reveals newness to them. I want to start a revolution of love, life, difference and indifference through what I create in my mind through my hands.

Needless to say, it can be a struggle to really get your work out there as an emerging artist, especially if the trends within the art world are not really as inviting as producing something totally new or accepting of things totally innovative.

However, I have faith in life and art, that life is art and art is life. Is this all I need to be a happy artist? Only time will tell, as well as the money I make on my work.

So, as a concluding spiel to the thoughts of my artistic and erratic female mind that firmly believes that breasts have an important role in our world….I shall leave you with this small exercise to perhaps try in your own life and time. When you are listening to your favourite music and sipping on a rescuing coffee or glass of wine…think to yourself, ‘what is it about this moment that I am truly indulging in? How do I feel? What colour do I feel? What am I thinking? Why? How can I externalize this feeling?’ ,….and even if it is picking up a pen and writing a few words….this my friends…this is art…because, life is art..Is life.

Now let me go and create more art and live…..
Natalie M.

‘I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality. Frida Kahlo

Ivan finds a new home

Recently at Four Hearts one of our beautiful wooden ducks, Ivan, broke his beak when he was knocked over by gusty wind. Well I'm happy to report that Ivan has found a new home with staff member Wendy. It took a bit of glue and a bandaid but Ivan's beak is now firmly back in place. Here is a pick of him enjoying his new home.



Now taking care of Ivan got me wondering how all his friends are going out in the world. And how our other critters are doing like the adorable squirrel and owl lamps. So I invite anyone to send in pics of their ducks or critters from Four Hearts in their new happy homes!

Just send your pics into fourheartsgifts@bigpond.com and we'll post them on our blog!

Wendy xx