Chelle and the Fig


Thank you for visiting Chelle and the Fig. I’m Chelle… lover of dream worlds, clouds and flowers; of dark chocolate liquorice and communing with my srcuffy adorable dog; of old suburbs and drinking tea in the winter sunshine (which I do barely enough of). I am mum to a Son and Daughter and life with them and their Dad in our northern NSW country town gives me a deep abiding sense of belonging and a place where my creativity draws sustenance. I am an Artist…it’s a hard thing to say and write as it has always held for me a lofty, unreachable appeal. The truth is we are all Artists. I see it in everyone in some way…the way you talk or move, the way you dress or cook or decorate your house; in the way you describe a moment; in the way you love. My favourite kind of art is discovering and capturing the enchanting quality of ordinary moments through pictures, music or writing. Distilling the complexity of our experience into something that makes space for stillness and beauty. Currently I am most enamoured with photography. My photographic and digital prints are a little piece of my meandering sentimental heart. Like most of us these days I take a camera everywhere I go and that way when I become overwhelmed with all manner of loveliness I get to stop time briefly and share it with you…my community whether on this blog, in my Etsy shop or on Instagram. I am especially drawn to the unsuspecting beauty of domesticity; of ramshackle and character filled suburban towns, homes and gardens, landscapes, still life and people in spontaneous moments. I love the idea that we can forage for magic in even the most seemingly mundane of settings. I often entice my daughter to step into the photoscape with me, and as our imaginations take flight together we get to play with possibilities and delight in exquisite moments of quirkiness, simplicity and joy.

And as for Figs…

My shelter full of warmth
Where I’m fully protected
A place I can call home
The silence makes it even peaceful
It’s my little La La Land
I can speak my mind
I can feel my freedom once again
The fresh wind brushes pass my skin softly
Not a drop of rain can fall on me
I am fully protected under that tree
It’s more than a tree
It’s a place where my imagination turns to reality
Where I explore my dreams
A place full of wonders
A place where miracles take place
A tree that bares fruits
Under the fig tree.

Under the Fig Tree by Marlene Rashidi

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