Writing of the Week goes to Helena Ameisen from OMG – Our Memoir Group – for a fiction exercise written spontaneously in 10 minutes.
Critique of a landscape painting
Bottle brush and ghostly gums, fronds and ferns and eucalypts … a scene of haunting stillness, devoid of sound and drained of all the lively colours of the Aussie bush. The sun has paled upon the scene, colours faded like the sepia of forgotten film.
Where is the droning of insect life … cicadas, crickets, percussion thrumming in the heat?
Where is the earth’s pulsating life that breathes and beats beneath one’s feet?
The powdery paperbarks, the talc-like whites and greys compose the palette of this portrait of the bush. The ground is sandy by the banks … no orange soil or sunburnt country here; no lush green vines or signs of insect life; no cockatoos, galahs or lorikeets.
The ashen bush, the stately gums … I hear them crunch beneath my feet and feel forlorn to see this scene as quiet as a silent dream.
The banksia amidst the flora in all its spikey glory are nonetheless … still life.
Copyright: author Helena Ameisen
Artwork: Berry Island Cressida Campbell