Miiesha (Pronounced My-ee-sha) is from the small Aboriginal community of Woorabinda in Central Queensland comes a 21 year old with a voice ready to be heard. A strong, Anangu/Torres Strait Islander woman, Miiesha has been singing for her family and her community since the age of 8, and has since been developing her songwriting as a teenager.
Miiesha’s music seeks to bring people together to help educate and inspire. She sings of her people and her community with the words of a leader and a teacher. Her late Grandmother’s interludes provide a thread between the tracks, highlighting the passing down of knowledge from Elders through the generations. (Reposted from April 2021).
Rose never looked up to anyone – it saved her feeling small .
Rose has a tendency towards independence of a difficult kind. She is not easily lead and exhibits a strong will to do things her own unusually diverse way. Rose also sprouts a grounded view on equality which often clashes with the viewpoints of those she refused to look up to. Still, she continues to look to herself for divine guidance. Long Live Rose.
Footnote: Boots arrived (during the pandemic isolation in March, 2020). In the early stage of the drawing, Boots was leaning against the globe, ground to a halt. But as the drawing progressed, the continents became stars. The biggest, falling right on top of Boot’s head. Stuck, she became in the – ‘in-between’.
Robin Small felt the turmoil on indecision in the balls of his feet as he rocked to – Will I? Won’t I?
Footnote: Sometimes when there are no answers, sitting it out for a while and taking some time makes good sense. And sometimes things never make sense but Robin’s ‘rocking’ seems to suggest he’s not stuck. He’s working things out – in his own time. Maybe he’s just wondering? And wondering (or daydreaming) is so often perceived as ‘doing nothing’. Nothing of value anyway. But it’s where ideas come from. It’s how we gain a deeper sense of things and their meaning – that others might just pass on by.
He felt so burdened by the despicable acts of others. A cutting despair at not being able to get there on time to save the suffering souls, the ice from melting, trees from falling down around the corner.
Lost in the shadow of shame, cast by human kind, knowing all too well the dread awful things that come to the weak, the marginalised, the strong – and those who resist.
He carried this burden from morning into night, until one day he woke to a different tune. In the tune he caught himself feeling his own sadness, borne from the quest to save all that felt.
Cast in his own time, he could feel every aching inch of his broken self. The closeness to his own end. Where he surrendered to the grueling battle. Stopped in time to mend.
References: ‘Hope’ painting by George Frederic Watts, 1886. With just one remaining in her lyre – she played on. Little boat reference, the movie, ‘Where the Wild Things Are’, 2009. Original childrens picture book by Maurice Sendak, 1963. Find in Clunk & Jam book.
