Madelyn #2 (comic)

What are friends for, eh? :)

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Madelyn #1 (comic)

The Comical Happenings of a little blue-skinned girl called Madelyn- second installment pending the response to the pilot episode... enjoy! :)
Ninjas are awesome... :)
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Jericho (Sketch)

This is a dry-pastel sketch of one my more troubled characters, Jericho, who has been moping around in the back of my mind for a while now... I drew it in response to a short story I wrote while on holiday (Trains), and was the first thing I'd written involving her. Having finally given her linguistic mention, I figured it was time she was given a face... True to her choices in life, she is standing in the wind and looking more than a little worried...

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QUOTE OF THE DAY

"I'm noticing a distinct lack of anything but Mayonnaise" -Jake

That, little brother, is randomness at it's finest!
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Notes From The Road...

I'd never really been comfortable with the entire concept of a 'holiday', you must understand, I never really saw it. No camera will fit down my throat to show you the strange flavours of new foods I try, or the fuzzy, humid air that clung to my skin in the sub-tropical north when we got as far as we could go.

In typical family fashion we visited the Taronga Western Plains Zoo, here are my snapshots, but I have no time for a thousand words each to give them any substance at all.

Juara, his name is "champion" in Indonesian, the same language I studied for years and never once came across the word. the curiosity in this picture does no justice to the creature or his namesake, it was simply the best shot...

The Giraffes with their smooth velvet noses and great liquid eyes, thickly framed with lashes darker than soot. You cannot tell from the photo how graceful they were, like dancers, they moved.

Mam's photo, I did not see the Meerkats, My only report can be that Mam smiled as she spoke of their bright eyes and chittering fastidiousness.

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The hours in the car were long, the shudder of the car made it feel like my bones were dissolving into my flesh after days of it. Rising each morning in strange places with strange smells eeking through the sunlit canvas; stifling heat and lashing rain that should have made my windows shudder, if only I had been home.

The treasures found along the way make journeys worthwhile, like the roadside monolith that stole the sky, we waited 10 minutes just for the right light to take the photo, but it does it no justice, unfortunately

Or my Sleeping Giant, hidden in the mountain rockface with a mysterious smile on his slumbering lips.

Ah yes, the mountains, they too were beautiful beyond any human ability to comprehend, the lifethreads energetic and busy on their green forest skin, while deeper, through the stonespine of the plain it flowed slow and strong like a secret lifeblood river...

The Dorrigo National Park had more whispers than twisting vines, each a tiny forest secret that, teasingly, it will not tell...
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The people I met, the melodies I played upon my battered guitar, even the pier I sat on smelling the sea, the little memories I keep... my camera caught these, to be sure, faces and places, but with not even the substance of a parting smile.

L.

Losing the 'Us'...

Dear Girl,

It will be okay, maybe not now, but soon... I promise; Heartbreak is a part of life.
Maybe it will be slow, or maybe it will hit you hard, but all of a sudden you realised there was no longer an 'Us' ...didn't you?

Yes, yes it hurts. Of course it will, you let some-one under your toughest layers, without considering how easily they could flay it from you...
But people heal, it is a part of our humanity that we can, nomatter how long it takes. -Remember not to spend so long crying over a lost skateboard that you miss the Rolls Royce thats parking right in front of you.

As far as the universe is concerned, this is simply a step in the journey; it is the rarest flower that blooms in adversity and it is through these peaks and troughs your soul will grow... When you are ready, the universe will present someone new.

If there's one thing to learn, it's that a girl has to kiss afew frogs before she finds a Prince.
Take good care of yourself, you need it now more than ever:
Don't eat Junk Food,
Don't think junk thoughts.

And remember love is infinite, and we generate as much as we consume.

...best of luck girl,
you cannot get lost on a straight road.

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Wandering Shoeless...

There are petals in my coffee, as I write this... I think Jake put them there while I went to put my guitar away, because here they are, shredded jasmine in my cup of coffee.
I am not sure whether to leave them floating and not finish the coffee, or pick them out and ruin the tranquility of it all...
Jake! you truly are a Clever Villain: to make me choose between serenity and coffee like this!

...Little brothers, eh?

But I've allowed myself to stray here... Where was I? ...ah, yes, I was Wandering Shoeless...

Yes, finally, Summer is here! it's been nipping temptingly at our heels for a month-or-so now, but finally it has arrived: I can hear the cicadas! (Or "G'day Bugs" as 'Pa would call 'em in his rolling Queenslander-speak, --if you listen to the cacophony just right, it almost does sound like g'day,g'day,g'day,g'day repeating over-and-over.)

The hills of Pyalong and beyond are mottled brown, and I have, in my traditional summer fashion, cast aside my shoes; Only to be worn again if I happen to be going out somewhere, or helping work on one of Father's backyard projects where safety is required.
As my feet slowly regain the toughened, fireproof callous that had wasted away swathed in thick socks and runners during winter; I will spend my days roaming the house, hills and town alike, -shoeless- (with a pencil in my hair and a notebook in my pocket) until the holidays end and I am forced back into the heavy, clumsy school-shoes that would cause a rolled ankle out there on the hills...

The Christmas hype has never really been a bug to bite me, I am just glad of any excuse to see the ones I love, they live so far away...
Well, my pondering is done, my coffee is cold, my fingers itch to slide that stubby pencil behind my ear and be off, The hills are calling...

Happy Summer,
Leah Mae :)

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QUOTE OF THE DAY

"Yeah... like I could probably say a bunch of stuff to try and make you think that what I belive is right, but, well you have a right to what you belive in" -Billy

Thankyou Billy... wiser words aren't often spoken... each individual has the right to believe what they wish... thats a great thing to believe...
Bill, you're awseome!

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To Fly Away (sketch)

It occured to me recently that I wasn't publishing as much artwork as I used to... This little scribble is from the back of a worksheet, the teacher liked it so much, she didn't tell me off... :)

Happy Scribbling,

Leah-Mae :)

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Rain Day (The World ouside the walls)

Today was a RainDay, I mean it when I say it... our dusty, sunburnt November has been washed away with holing wind and driving sheets of H2O... The world outside the walls has never smelt so good- rising in tricky columns of steam from the warm, rain-beaten ground...

(a little pic of the cherry-tree from under the brim of my battered umbrella,)

The sound was almost deafening.. there was so much energy in the air, my hair practically stood on-end!

And the scent of it all: the bitumen, growing, blooming, winding, soft earth, frenzy, whisper, lacquered, snipped, mown, left-to-go-feral, stagnant-water, rising into oblivion, clouds, sunlight, dried-then-drenched glory that is Rainy Days!

Our water tanks overflowed (both of them):
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As did the guttering>>

...Now, hours later, the rain has relented to little more than a begruding drizzle (a mere shadow of the torrents that dashed our windows earlier today)... And us? ...Why, now we can enjoy the best part of all: The PUDDLES!!

Signing off with an almost childish enthusiasm;

Leah Mae, :D

QUOTE OF THE DAY

"What's the point in even having these quotes if they make no sense unless you explain the context?" -Ted

...actually dear, that's exactly the point; they're in no way intended to make any sense whatsoever (that's half the fun!) XD

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PineCones...

The Pine Tree is ageing again,
Its needles fading, vibrancy waning like the folded grey skin,
Of a Grandmother's hands...

And the PineCones...
They crunched underfoot, and crackled in my palms,
Resting gently under the tired boughs...

Creaking gently in the windless air,
Dryer than the trickling sand, of a turning hourglass,
I quivered,

The fluttering seeds, rustling,
Disconnecting from their blooming, geometric cocoons,
Settled huskily.

And I am quiet.


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QUOTE OF THE DAY

Thankyou Eleanor, your word-unscrambling abilities put me to shame.

"Is it Special?" -Eleanor

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to Aquire a Political Satire.. (or rather, create one)

Too much is blamed on the GFC, Ho Humm... XP

A Thumb-Twiddle Fiddler-Riddle...

"If a scribble 'aint a scribble would the answer make you dribble if you asked it what is was when it wasn't?"

...mmm, I don't know either, but it popped into my head just now and had the pretty cadences of a riddle worth a scribble. Gotta love the "iddles" fun for when you're sitting at school idle, just pondering and wondering and staring at the table.

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The Storyteller

Light a fire, sparks chase each

Other,

Wonder is twisted and imagination takes

Over.

Smoke of reality, watch it drift to the

Sky,

Let it curl though your fingers to whisper

Goodbye.

Joyless heart soars as a new thought is

Freed,

Buried in possibility like a just-planted

Seed.

See the watercolour dreams of a handwritten

Grace,

Far off starry lights burn softly in

Space.

You may open the door, but only peep

In,

This is the place where stories

Begin...

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May your day be a riddle with an amusing twist!

Best of luck,

Leah Mae :)