Hello there you! Here you will find stuff about living a creative life in country Australia. I am an illustrator who also creates, takes photos, faffs, collects, teaches and hosts workshops. Watercolour, doodling, collage, colour, cheese, salads, travel, collecting ephemera and dreaming make me happy dance. And cushions. And cactus. And gardening. And op-shops. And art supplies. And the word serendipity. And you reading this...

Sunday, 14 September 2014

RARE PEARS



RARE PEARS

Why pears? 

It's a funny thing. I actually chose a pear for my business, before it was really a business...because I wanted a shape,a logo,a symbol,that would be easily recognisable, yet would still be be open to lots of interpretations. Something fresh,something not too trendy and of the moment.Something easy to reproduce. 

I love hearts,but they have been done to death.I love apples...but Apple kinda has that one in the bag,and Woolies too. Pineapples are cool,but are so of the minute...and will date.Mangoes I hate, bananas I am allergic to,and are way too phallic.Cherries are cute...could have been a goer.But I live near Young...and cherries remind me of all the cherry festival stuff from there.And I hear all those 'lose your cherry' jokes in my head.Mushrooms would have been a contender,if I had thought of it.And it amuses me that I am highly allergic to them too.But...that one slipped by.

So...pears popped into my head. And I thought...pear rhymes with lots...(the teacher in me loves rhymes and alliterations) and is good for groovy adjectives too.

Initially I thought...big pear, juicy pear, nice pear, two pears, sweet pears, yummy pear, nice pear...until my hubby and I exhausted all the stupid and geeky,teenage-like,feeble minded,silly,ridiculous,mildly sexual,double meaning,sexual innuendo PAIR jokes we could think of.To add to the snigger factor,I do actually posses a not very small bust.Yep,indeedy do,I am actually quite a busty lass.Snigger, snigger...and also...I realised that in SEO we might get some unwanted hits, and a lot of very unsatisfied and disappointed people. 

So, back to rhyming. And rare pear it was.No brainer. 

Fast forward...a few months..and I realise. My mother, she absolutely hates pears. With a passion. 

Freud would have a field day! Oh dear.

Oh well, never mind. And since then...people have bought me pears, I have picked up several,(plastic, wood, metal, glass, rubber) and they pop up in my work as regular little things. Like these...

So take a bite,enjoy the view...of some rare (or NOT so rare) pears.x