How much do you know about me? How much do I know? What about those little daily things?
I made a list and thought I would share them piece by piece.
Today I am starting with Inspirational sounds, those that awaken me, speak to me, pierce my heart and mind. Make me want to create and be all I want to be, fill my eyes with joyous tears, search my veins for drive and subsequently find it, sounds that comfort me and bring me close to my true being... these are the sounds I love, and although there are more, these are the most prominent in my mind....
distant piano (right up close is totally fine too)
the roaring sea (preferably on the west coast of NZ)
the Morepork when he owns the night
swooping wings of a Tui
paper being torn by my hand (preferably in the right place)
collecting dry tea-stained papers off my plastic sheet & listening to them huddling together, thinking of what they might become
a purring cat
rain on a corrugated roof
the kettle boiling (again - I am notorious for continuously boiling the kettle even when I don't want a cup of tea)
the keys on an olde typewriter
a whisper in my ear
a stream in nature
my father's feet as he walks back to the house in the bush, when the rest of the house was quiet, I could hear him, he was always carrying large loads
my mother's feet as she walked down the hall to my room, her house slippers on the carpet
children playing and laughing
lawnmowers on a sunday
trickling water in a patterson tank before I take my film out to see my images
and the reassuring beating of my heart