Sooo... what exactly is your point?

Ha! Thanks for asking. Although I thought we established that I don't really know, I will continue improvising since you are here. (Although I should inform you that I have typed this twice and ineptly lost it twice, so it is hardly improvising at this point, my third attempt to be clever and cute).

See this mess? Welcome to my studio. It's kind of like those games where you have to find hidden items - you can find occasional pieces of art haphazardly hidden among the chaos.

Right, right, you asked me the point. Well, you probably know about my mental health issues, and you know how they always tell you that journalling can be therapeutic. Okay ... but ummm, I really can't tolerate seeing my self deprecating, whining, pity party in writing, nor can I read my saccharine pseudo-optimism without blushing with embarrassment, so l am testing a concept which allows me to write about listening to music on vinyl with my awesome record collection, and being an artist who pours acrylic paint all over things. The things is, I have wonderful memories of music on vinyl and I can't let that nostalgia go, which I am going to make something positive. Every blog will be inspired by a record. This will hopefully encourage me to spend time with the collection we are building, and feel the joy of that music and the memories. It will also enable me to spend time in my art space while I listen, and help my creativity flow, or at least help me feel uplifted while I try to clean up!

What does this mean to you? Well, frankly, it doesn't have to mean anything at all to you, I am stunned you have bothered to keep reading. However, I invite you to embark on the Outpouring flight of folly (malaphor intended). I'm handing out boarding passes, so join me as I sing loudly and badly to new wave b-sides and make a joyful mess with beautiful colours.

I don't really know how this whole thing works, but by reading this blog you have become a part of my therapy, so there is one thing I am going to say that I shouldn't have to, but I am putting it out there: I haven't shared my music because I didn't listen to what other kids listened to when I was was young, and I feared ridicule. I kept listening to the same things and treasure the feelings the music still gives to me, possibly 40 or more years later. Imagine little Laura sitting in the sunny living room in a tiny shack hidden down secret driveway on King George Highway. I'm listening to my mom sing along to Styx and Alan Parsons Project. My young heart is full. So if you have special memories from the album I mention, please share with me! Kindred spirits in music are beautiful. If you don't like the music I am discussing, please keep it to yourself. This is not a forum to argue about art, it is about immersing ourselves in things that bring us joy.