Recent blog postings from members of the Everyday Matters Yahoo! Group All words are verbatim from the blogs. Click images or links to read more. Saturday, July 29, 2006.

Through this blog, I am joining Julie Oakley and others around the world, in a daily excursion, by foot or bike, stopping along the way to do a sketch. Wednesday, December 19, 2007. Exhibition, Tuggeranong Art Gallery,. Penny - here you can also see some small gates I made from her series of gate sketches.

Photos, drawings, paintings from Peceli and Wendy about Geelong and the Bellarine Peninsular. Wednesday, June 28, 2017. An old chook like me. A poem I wrote yesterday. My feathers once crimson and pink. Are now tattered, falling, or thinning out. My beak has a crack in it. So I only eat the blandest of tucker. I watch the young chicks preening. Their iridescent coats, clucking and gossiping. In a circle which excludes me. I waddle, I wander, I wobble,. Then as expected, stand with legs wide enough.

I am moving this blog to a new home on the Wordpress platform, as this is where my garden journal is hosted and I have decided to keep everything under one roof - so to speak. My first post is up to-day after more than 6 months away from the studio. Part of the reason that I have not been in the studio is that I have found work as a gardener - it pays slightly better than art! Plus I have been working in my own garden - which I am passionate about.

Monday, August 18, 2008. Over a year later the exhibition. My two eldest, Flo and Tom have set up the Oakley Gallery. And their first big project is an exhibition of the One Mile from Home sketches and paintings. Posted by Julie Oakley at Monday, August 18, 2008. Tuesday, May 01, 2007.

She loved her blog and she was amazed that people were interested in what she was painting. A big thank you to everyone who followed her - you made an 89 year old lady very happy x. Friday, 30 October 2015. After the last one sold I painted this one.

Sunday, December 30, 2012. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though;. He will not see me stopping here. To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer. To stop without a farmhouse near. Between the woods and frozen lake. The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake. To ask if there is some mistake. Friday, June 1, 2012.

An Online Class with Carla Sonheim Sept.