#GlendaMarkwellArt

Art for me is a personal journey. Capturing memories, feelings, a sight, a sound … a moment in time that made an impression on me.

This recent piece was from a family memory. Many moments condensed into one piece.
The sharing of a cup of tea, around the table, nothing fancy, the everyday cups, the slightly battered, well-used teapot, and always with a biscuit.

The tea was fresh, hot, and made with water from the rainwater tank. Milk was fresh from a local dairy and delivered by the milko. He would deliver direct to your back door with the cry of “Milko”. You would meet him in the backyard with your ‘billy’ and he would open a milk can in the back of his ute, and using a metal jug as a dipper, scoop the milk from the can into your billy. I don’t remember the payment system, but I guess they sent an account on a regular basis.

At my grandparent’s home, when my Grandma was alive – the biscuit of choice was a freshly baked Anzac Biscuit – crisp on the edges and melt in your mouth soft in the middle — these pieces of magic were kept in a ‘biscuit barrel’ on top of the kitchen dresser. Grandad always had Sao biscuits served with butter, a freshly cut slab of cheese, and slice of tomato, with salt and pepper. My mouth still waters at the thought of these freshly made snacks.

These cups of tea, always shared with a sit around the kitchen table, came with a chat about recent events, and local news. Lovely times and lovely memories that make me smile.