QUOTES & NOTES
The Story
My wife Helen had just dropped me off at Archerfield Airport. It was one of those beautiful days that we always hoped for when we had something big to do more so, when the thing we were going to do is made much harder in bad weather. I loaded my luggage in the rear compartment and back seat of the aircraft I had hired from the Royal Queensland Flying School. It was with this school that I had done my flying training and the plane I had hired for the trip was one with which I was quite familiar, having flown it on many of my training flights, on my test flights and on the five hour solo cross country flight that all pilots must do as the final test before receiving their unrestricted pilots licence.
By the late 1960s I had established myself as an artist and an art educator and was asked by the Queensland University to conduct classes in visual studies for the Architecture Department. I was also asked by the head of the Australian Arts Council Queensland branch Dr Gertrude Langer to conduct workshops for the vacation schools at the Queensland University. Dr Langer also asked me to conduct workshops for the Arts Council in some isolated centres in Queensland. In response to expressed need for the opportunity to have access to good quality art education by many of the students who attended these workshops I came up with an answer to their needs in the form of the flying art school. But there is more to this part of the story and I will endeavour to get back to that. In order to get the flying art school up and running I had to train as a pilot, gaining an unrestricted pilots licence I set about forming the flying art school (called EastAus Art School).
I filled in my flight plan for the first time without an instuctor or testing officer checking it out, and handed it in to the man behind the counter at the Archerfield Flight Centre.
I started the engine of the aircraft for the first of the flying art school trips with that queasy feeling that we get when we are under the equal and opposite influence of two powerful sensations, one of great expectation, the other, great trepidation.
I returned from that trip a week later utterly exhausted but excited about the possibilities of the flying art school. Somehow I seemed to think that all the effort of getting the school going was over and it would become easier from here. Oh dear!
Over the years of my commitment I wrote a series of 23 books of lessons to provide written technical information and established a visiting schedule that included some 26 centres over a distance of thousands of kilometres. I visited each centre four times a year.
Mervyn Moriarty
Reproduced here courtesy of artist and educator Mervyn Moriarty
http://www.mervmoriarty.com/flying_art_school