Postcards

Today is a Perfect Day to just Be...

Galia Alena Photography, quotes and texture

"This morning I'm composed after the wild day and night that was the pull of the full moon in Scorpio. I sit quietly in the garden nursing tea, still amongst the busyness that is always going on out here. The bees buzzing along their familiar routes, the chit chit chit chit of the birds cracking gum nuts, the tiny insects that dance in the autumn light. My garden is always a flutter of winged ones and I in rhythm with the gentle breeze that meanders through the grasses. I commit to nothing today but rest and gentleness. A bath, some chi gong and yin yoga sounds pleasant, perhaps a walk, perhaps I'll not move from this spot where I watch the sun rise through the trees. The blank canvas shall make no demands on me today but I steep in the rush of downloads the muses sent with the moon. Today is not a day to do, today is a perfect day to just be..." excerpt from the journal

Galia Alena Photography, quotes and texture

A Room of My Own

The Night Dreams of You, Galia Alena, mixed media painting
The Night Dreams of You
It is autumn here and the garden is ablaze with the leaves doing their swan song in vivid reds and yellows. This week feels like things are starting to settle down here tucked away in our new life snuggled in the mountains. Yesterday was the first fire of the season and after a morning of painting in my studio to the sound of rain on a tin roof I snuggled with my family and cooked homemade minestrone soup (the first of many) and cheese and chive damper. All so cozy on a Saturday in the mountains. I'm settling in, nesting down and inspired up.

 Above is the first piece I have painted in our new house and I feel a series coming on, I'm already working on a couple more and am keen to see where they go. I've also started work on two new e-courses that have been waiting for some space for me to give them my full attention (more on that shortly, I hope you will be as excited as I am). Next I will find myself a new kiln and relaunch my Etsy shop, so many of you have been asking when you can order one of my  custom blessing and offering bowls and I'm itching to get working with clay again, and there will be some paintings for sale too.

View from my Studio Door


 This week I moved into my new studio, and I'm very excited, it's a proper studio space, removed from the house, where I can drip paint, sling clay, melt wax and any other messy thing I want to my hearts content. In fact yesterday I took such delight to look down at the floor and see colourful paint drips already (and I didn't have to stop to clean them up). I'm still moving in and finding my way in there, balancing pretty with functional, and finding my new working flow but I'm sure there will be many photos to come. In the meantime I've been thinking about previous spaces, stolen corners in the house, care taken not to ruin carpets or floorboards, or to make my family feel like my artwork takes over the house. I'm grateful for these spaces in getting me to where I am, but I'm also grateful to now have a proper dedicated space and can't wait to see where that takes me. Of course, I will still take over the dining room table on occasion and curl up on the couch with my journal, not to mention all the delicious spots to stop and sketch in the garden- the creative life refuses to stay confined to the studio ;)
Galia Alena Photography, Creative space studio
The Loft Space
Galia Alena Photography, Creative space studio
Scenes from my last space
Galia Alena Photography, Creative space studio
My Space in Queenstown

One Perfect Day

Galia Alena Photography Queenstown
The Picnic
Galia Alena Photography Queenstown
The View
Galia Alena Photography Queenstown
The Treasure (from my son )
Galia Alena Photography Queenstown
The Inukshuk (we built & left for the next travelers)
Galia Alena Photography Queenstown
The Walk Home
Into the Setting Sun

Today was a perfect day
Today the children saw magic
& the light delighted across the water.

Today was a perfect day
when all were nourished by
the sweet silence of a pristine land

and we all drank deeply
of the water at our feet,
hands scooping purity to our mouths,
quenching more than our thirst.

Still Waiting

I'm still waiting for furniture to arrive which maybe delayed by the "worst" snow storm in 50 years (lol), but this is what I look at while waiting!!!

Loving:  

Winter sun
Rosy cheeked children
the lake
anticipating snow
a community unfolding
open fires
walking
exploring our new lives
hot chocolate with bush honey
the kindness of strangers
a carpet of snow

Introducing Boris the Buddha

Boris the Buddha 
  
Meet Boris, mild mannered and ever so humble buddha but with a secret desire to see the world. He is a Chinese Buddha from Thailand. What does this mean? It means that he embraces traits of both the Chinese buddha for good luck, prosperity and abundance (& by abundance we mean the joy of life), and Thai buddha for respect (for oneself, others and the planet) and a  simple, harmonious life. So with a simple plan for an abundantly joyous life, Boris the Buddha has set off on his adventures to see the world and meet himself.
 
Boris at the Big Buddha- Samui
 
When I first met Boris he was hanging around at the Big Buddha on Samui, day dreaming about the world that the tourists he saw daily came from and getting under the feet of the monks. It occured to him, that unlike big buddha, he could just throw a few things in a little cloth, fling it over his shoulder and be on his way, and so he did. A tearful and excited goodbye to his beloved Samui and he was off, to see the world and pick up some wisdom along his way.
He is able who thinks he is able.
                                                      Buddha
 
Boris saying goodbye to his beloved Thailand

* NB. Disclaimer- We would just like to make it perfectly clear that Boris is on this adventure of his own free will, he has not been kidnapped or coerced  and no buddha’s were harmed in the undertaking of this adventure.

Muted Palette


    Today on the beach it’s grey and rainy. I love the beach in winter when all people vanish and all the soft greys and blues mingle with the delicate sandy colours. A rainy winter day is the perfect day for the beach. Today is like that here only its warm. Now that the rain has stopped briefly and I’ve swam in the downpour, I sit on my chair with the beach to myself, me and Anne Morrow Lindbergh. Behind me Jay and the children play in the pool, before me the ocean and the sky bleed into each other while the waves rise gently along the shore- a flurry of white that separates the land from the sea like a bridge that invites and then retreats.
    Dark dramatic clouds March towards me and I can see rain in several directions on the horizon. My art supplies, books and pens are all still packed in the basket ready for a quick escape. Drips hit my feet- an advanced warning as my pen flies to finish this line. I run…
    The rain drums down deafeningly loud while I enjoy the peace and quiet of losing the other guests to their suites, shops and restaurants. This is the beach I know, the deserted beach, the beach to ourselves, either in rain or in sunshine. This is the beach that I love, the beach that sets my soul free and my imagination wild, wild like the wild exhilarating weather, carried away on the waves and the tides.
    I am soaked, the rain is torrential, baby is wet, puddles form everywhere, the children’s squeals and shouts of delight or frustration are drowned out. There is peace in all this noise, the air is crisp, though it will be humid later. I enjoy the freshness of now as the storm stirs deep within.