Monday, November 04, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Lately I've been taking photographs of Musicians. You can view this portfolio here.
Portraits of a Musician
A big thankyou to local musician Melinda for being my model for this work. Melinda may give me some quotes from her beautiful songs to put with this later, but for now some general quotes from music give the idea of what kinds of things I'd like to produce for song writers and musicians looking for a photographer.
I posted a story on the day I took photographs as my Pearlz Dreaming Blog
A Day with a Song Writer
A stunningly illustrated book compiled by June Perkins and others, AFTER YASI tells the stories of recovery, healing and Community; also a beautiful insight into rural life in Northern Queensland for those who have yet to visit our region.- Joanna, review reader, Townsville.
After Yasi is simply stunning. Beautifully laid out, images are emotional and strong and the stories behind them oh so touching. -Suzie, ABC Open Producer
I just looked through your e-book and it is fantastic - very beautiful indeed and touching. I love the 'chainsaw optimism' pic especially. Just shows how words and pictures together can be so powerful. I think you have produced something so excellent. This will be great as a hard-copy coffee table style book. -Nigel, Review Reader, resident in Africa
I have just had a very quick look but what an amazing book. You should be very proud. I would love to have a copy here for our resources. -A Queensland Arts Organisation
I took the time to read your book. I'm so impressed by the photographs you took. Most have smiling faces amidst the ruins of the cyclone. It's so sad to think that a tragedy reminds us what is important. Family, community, music, smiles, and pictures. Many people who lose their homes lose their family photos, and that too is a tragedy. Thank you for sharing. The words and poems were so touching and as I said the pictures were awesome, from the beautiful flowers, to the devastation and destruction of homes and nature. It's a beautiful book, well done. You captured the moments. - Helene, Story Cartel Critique group
The Yasi photo book; the stories and visual recollections leave me wordless but with memories of my childhood flicking through my mind like old 8mm film of surviving Cyclone Althea after Tracey up there... Most extremely well done. -Dimity, children’s book author.
I had a quick look at your After Yasi Blurb book and I'm very impressed with the amount of creative projects you've produced in the last couple of years. The book looks stunning. I'm impressed that you are able to capture fantastic photographs of everything you get involved in. I know how hard this is. Well done in putting all your experiences and hard work in this beautiful book. -Leandro, ABC Open Mentor
1000 thanks for sharing this epic recount with magical photography and illustrations. Cannot wait to see the finished product.- Ann, Lower Tully community
This is a fantastic book. Not only do I love the piece about Back on Track but I love the pictures the comments and the smiles from everyone else. Well done and I look forward to buying the finished product. -Brendan, Australian Rotary Health
Oh my, what a gorgeous piece of work. You are a true artist in so many ways, Can't wait for the finished product - Danielle, former Lower Tully resident
Looking forward to reader responses - feel free to add these to the blog. Thankyou.
Friday, July 12, 2013
It's getting closer! The release of The Smile Within Book - titled, After Yasi, Finding the Smile Within. So excited to share the above sneak peek of the book.
I am currently proofing it and obtaining national library catalogue information for it. It will soon be available as a hard- cover book to treasure, or an accessible ebook to be touched by the stories if you are on a budget.
I am wondering what to classify it as at present, is it self help or community help, Australian History, non-fiction.
The National Library will answer that one for me soon. This book has been a labour of love and recovery to thank and acknowledge the many people who have assisted the community and my family to regain our smile within. More details can be found here soon.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Published on ABC Open, November 22nd, 2012 Listening Divas
When we were young, Dad told us bed time stories. They were always silly with us in starring roles.
Dad liked Spike Milligan and AA Milne. Sometimes he’d recite his favourite poems and direct them to one of us. Snatches of AA Milne come back to me at the oddest times, with his poetry of children whose parents run away and cautionary tales to not step on the cracks in the footpath.
Dad’s stories were funny and satirical but sometimes we protested about the way he portrayed us. We were unruly characters, tiny divas, jostling for bigger and more complimentary roles. We directed our storytelling Dad just so.
Our favourite thing was Dad giving us magical powers. We told him the names we wanted and what we should be doing.
‘No I wouldn’t do that.’
‘I should be taller’
‘I need to run faster’
‘I’d jump to … the moon'
We loved to take over his stories. Sometimes our diva listening ways were so out of control they would make our storyteller abandon his tale and he’d grab out the Muddle Headed Wombat book to read to us and do all the characters voices for us. Tabby Cat, Mouse and Wombat became our friends. I read all the books when I had mastered the art of reading.
These stories were important because when we were very small our Dad was often away for long periods working as a labourer. Partly because of not having qualifications from his years in Papua New Guinea and partly due to prejudice over our Mum’s race he found it difficult to get and keep other work.
Our Mum told us when Dad came home after long labouring jobs my little brothers had forgotten who he was, and would hide behind her crying as the strange man with the overgrown beard came to hug us.
When Dad was finally home again for most of the time, we were able to know him again through the storytelling ritual.
Just as we were getting used to on tap Dad, he was away again to study and become a teacher and then later a librarian. Luckily I could read some of the books he had read to us so I didn’t miss him too much. Dad lived in another town with a landlady and sometimes we would visit him.
Dad hitch-hiked home to see us when he had a chance. This time when he came home we would come running out to meet him and my younger brothers would pipe up with ‘a story, a story.’ I listened for old time’s sake.
I was less of a listening diva because by this stage I was writing my own stories – partly thanks to my Dad’s early storytelling efforts to reconnect with his children.
(c) June Perkins