whirlwinds
passings
change
old lithographs
archives
memories
time of butterflies
mists
light
strange.
Sunday, 27 March 2011
roots
whirlwinds
passings
change
old lithographs
archives
memories
time of butterflies
mists
light
strange.
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
piracy
lately i have been a pirate...
my friend India posted about someone stealing her identity
on the net
and pretending to be her...
that's low piracy....
mutinous...
i seek only treasures buried on dream islands
and those within....
arrrrrrr....me hearties
Thursday, 24 February 2011
new home
pictures from the new house
view of mountain
chopping wood
busy business
lots to do in this new world
all photos thanks to Philippe Fleury and his iphone
christchurch
woah...thinking of my friends in Christchurch...
a whole lotta shaking going on in these parts...
am kind of bewildered by the rate of natural disasters
currently unfolding in general...
a friend sent a message to her Grandma in CC
seeing if she was ok after the earthquake, then telling her she had avoided the floods
had missed the cyclone and was safe thus far!!
What a season....
Homage to the beautiful city
in an amazing land
strength to all
to rebuild...
(All pictures taken in Christchurch 2010)
a whole lotta shaking going on in these parts...
am kind of bewildered by the rate of natural disasters
currently unfolding in general...
a friend sent a message to her Grandma in CC
seeing if she was ok after the earthquake, then telling her she had avoided the floods
had missed the cyclone and was safe thus far!!
What a season....
Homage to the beautiful city
in an amazing land
strength to all
to rebuild...
(All pictures taken in Christchurch 2010)
Sunday, 23 January 2011
arrives...
have landed in new home...
creating and spreading new wings
yay.
A writer/journo called Nicolas Rothwell liked my mailbags last year and wrote a little story about them
here's a link if you interested....
was in Tuesday's Australian...(anyone keep a copy???)
Been too busy to scratch or have a read
Swimming everyday in waterfalls and rivers is hard work!!
Love me new nest...
creating and spreading new wings
yay.
A writer/journo called Nicolas Rothwell liked my mailbags last year and wrote a little story about them
here's a link if you interested....
was in Tuesday's Australian...(anyone keep a copy???)
Been too busy to scratch or have a read
Swimming everyday in waterfalls and rivers is hard work!!
Love me new nest...
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
sTuck - part III
greetings from Gayndah....
I am here by the Burnett river, sweeping away...
looks like I might be here a while....
am aghast, lost and feel helpless about rain flooding and water...
there is almost no words left...
just survival.
11.1.11
trying to keep spirits up after 11 days being either on the road, stuck, or trying to break through.
5000kms of road and looks like I aint going nowhere.
Luckily the town here is high and DRY.
Yet, am feeling philosophical, if the river rose it wouldn't be surprising.
Unimaginable...
driving through flood affected areas
has been incredibly affecting...
am feeling the humanity of this crisis, for everyone...
it hits me in the core...
the smell of flood is like nothing else...
when i crossed over areas of brown wasteland...seemed like the soul had been sucked and driven downstream...debris littered, remains of this serpentine mud mass....
here's some pics from me journal of the day
not sure it is interesting
just feel low, tired of it, no end in sight
can't quite explain what it is to be trapped in all directions
at least in this I am safe mu kids are on the other side
i have food and can still drink tea...
am lucky so lucky.
heart goes out to it all...
to be continued.....
I am here by the Burnett river, sweeping away...
looks like I might be here a while....
am aghast, lost and feel helpless about rain flooding and water...
there is almost no words left...
just survival.
11.1.11
trying to keep spirits up after 11 days being either on the road, stuck, or trying to break through.
5000kms of road and looks like I aint going nowhere.
Luckily the town here is high and DRY.
Yet, am feeling philosophical, if the river rose it wouldn't be surprising.
Unimaginable...
driving through flood affected areas
has been incredibly affecting...
am feeling the humanity of this crisis, for everyone...
it hits me in the core...
the smell of flood is like nothing else...
when i crossed over areas of brown wasteland...seemed like the soul had been sucked and driven downstream...debris littered, remains of this serpentine mud mass....
here's some pics from me journal of the day
not sure it is interesting
just feel low, tired of it, no end in sight
can't quite explain what it is to be trapped in all directions
at least in this I am safe mu kids are on the other side
i have food and can still drink tea...
am lucky so lucky.
heart goes out to it all...
to be continued.....
Sunday, 9 January 2011
sTuck - part II
greetings from Black Water
coal country, central queensland.
some adventures to date include:
jet skiing around the whitsundays
dolphins so close it makes you want to smile
storm cloud surfing
tent sleeping
waterfall swimming @ Eungalla
weeding for camping
eating slaty beef with Wazza and Dog
washing clothes in the creek
driving like a crazy woman to hopefully get somewhere else
a speeding fine (never had one in 12 years of NT)
drinking XXXX at the local pub
seeing coal mines close up
Ulysses butterflies
tree goannas
rainbows
black cockatoos
driving through post-flood town Emerald
inhaling the smell of flood (indescribable....like gristle, mud, mould & grass)
it has been a crazy adventure. wish my camera was working.
my regret to not stop at Comet to see the Leichardt Tree, which the explorer Ludwig carved back in the 1800's irks me. Wish i had stopped.
i learn: patience, patience and i think patience.
might sink some clothes in flood waters; pre-mordant for better days...
the road sinks its swirling self into me.
It is an interesting place to be.
not sure what is around the next corner!
to be continued.....
coal country, central queensland.
some adventures to date include:
jet skiing around the whitsundays
dolphins so close it makes you want to smile
storm cloud surfing
tent sleeping
waterfall swimming @ Eungalla
weeding for camping
eating slaty beef with Wazza and Dog
washing clothes in the creek
driving like a crazy woman to hopefully get somewhere else
a speeding fine (never had one in 12 years of NT)
drinking XXXX at the local pub
seeing coal mines close up
Ulysses butterflies
tree goannas
rainbows
black cockatoos
driving through post-flood town Emerald
inhaling the smell of flood (indescribable....like gristle, mud, mould & grass)
it has been a crazy adventure. wish my camera was working.
my regret to not stop at Comet to see the Leichardt Tree, which the explorer Ludwig carved back in the 1800's irks me. Wish i had stopped.
i learn: patience, patience and i think patience.
might sink some clothes in flood waters; pre-mordant for better days...
the road sinks its swirling self into me.
It is an interesting place to be.
not sure what is around the next corner!
to be continued.....
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
sTuck...
as y'all might know...we are having big rains and disastrous flooding...
I am sitting here on the coast of Queensland
with some cane toads...
WAITING....
can't go up can't go round can't get through...
too much water everywhere...
the floods are hugeamungus.
after driving 3000km in perfect conditions
seems now have to sit by the big creek
for about a week or two
till the road opens.
so am in airlie beach, hanging, hoping watching...
i sit int he night light with bugs attracted to the light
a cane toad waits patiently an arm length away
ready to snap up some tasty winged thing.
never knew the sound they made when they snap up something, is cool.
it has been a beautiful drive nonetheless
spent the day in downtown bowen, with some black cockatoos
first touchdown on eastern ocean,
and the whitsundays are breathtakingly lovely.
but my mind races, like a torrent of water
flooding the highways
just want to drive through...get to the other side...
start new life...
patience is my great teacher these days...
or rather...no matter the path,
keep the head up
fight the good fight
and stay strong.
anyway, is a good opportunity to start a new blanket
for my daughter.
Maybe when i get to rockhampton, i can help shovel sandbags
at least i have a home on the other side
and hopefully all my worldly possessions
in boxes somewhere.
i am lucky.
heart goes out to all the people who have totally lost everything
in these murky, soily waters....
keep on keep on y'all, much lovin.
I am sitting here on the coast of Queensland
with some cane toads...
WAITING....
can't go up can't go round can't get through...
too much water everywhere...
the floods are hugeamungus.
after driving 3000km in perfect conditions
seems now have to sit by the big creek
for about a week or two
till the road opens.
so am in airlie beach, hanging, hoping watching...
i sit int he night light with bugs attracted to the light
a cane toad waits patiently an arm length away
ready to snap up some tasty winged thing.
never knew the sound they made when they snap up something, is cool.
it has been a beautiful drive nonetheless
spent the day in downtown bowen, with some black cockatoos
first touchdown on eastern ocean,
and the whitsundays are breathtakingly lovely.
but my mind races, like a torrent of water
flooding the highways
just want to drive through...get to the other side...
start new life...
patience is my great teacher these days...
or rather...no matter the path,
keep the head up
fight the good fight
and stay strong.
anyway, is a good opportunity to start a new blanket
for my daughter.
Maybe when i get to rockhampton, i can help shovel sandbags
at least i have a home on the other side
and hopefully all my worldly possessions
in boxes somewhere.
i am lucky.
heart goes out to all the people who have totally lost everything
in these murky, soily waters....
keep on keep on y'all, much lovin.
Friday, 24 December 2010
hohoho
is that time of year again when we all get together
in some way, shape or form
to celebrate...
for some this is a burden or a wonderful time...
for me i am usually happy to be with family but sometimes nonchalent
this year my family came from high and low to get together
was really specialioso
a big reunion, was awesome...is awesome!
unluckily some of my cousins bought the dreaded swine flu with them
and randomly it struck..
so speaking from my quarantine station with heavy chesty nasty
and feelings of wanting to run around like a lunatic
i rest....i cough...and fight on....
the swine flu thing hits like a cracken to be sure...
it has made me a complete trash bag...
low and behold i have had to resort to reading Agatha Christie and Daniel Steele...
(that is shameful embarrassment and lack of selection to be sure)
anyway...i miss being able to hang out with my girlies family and catching up with old friends
i want to be healthy and happy...
i wish y'all to enjoy every minute of it....
and surprisingly this minute
i feel better!
yay...
think next year is gonna be a goodun...
wish you all much HEALTH and HAPPINESS....
and me some too...
in some way, shape or form
to celebrate...
for some this is a burden or a wonderful time...
for me i am usually happy to be with family but sometimes nonchalent
this year my family came from high and low to get together
was really specialioso
a big reunion, was awesome...is awesome!
unluckily some of my cousins bought the dreaded swine flu with them
and randomly it struck..
so speaking from my quarantine station with heavy chesty nasty
and feelings of wanting to run around like a lunatic
i rest....i cough...and fight on....
the swine flu thing hits like a cracken to be sure...
it has made me a complete trash bag...
low and behold i have had to resort to reading Agatha Christie and Daniel Steele...
(that is shameful embarrassment and lack of selection to be sure)
anyway...i miss being able to hang out with my girlies family and catching up with old friends
i want to be healthy and happy...
i wish y'all to enjoy every minute of it....
and surprisingly this minute
i feel better!
yay...
think next year is gonna be a goodun...
wish you all much HEALTH and HAPPINESS....
and me some too...
Wednesday, 8 December 2010
abstractrionala...ode to D-town
as i have been thinking about paint and its application
across the canvas of this old, red, sandstone country...
and as I try to extract a shard of Darwin glass from deep within my foot,
some friends and I will be having a show next year...
3 non-indigenous, abstract, Darwin, local (me for 2 more weeks), painters...
it will be interesting to bring this kind of work to the Darwin audience...
to see if the average punter can understand crazy, marks on a canvas
that are perhaps not totemic, ancestral or connected to country...
maybe this is a good way to understand something
not sure...despite being in leaving zone, it becomes weirdly apparent
that this place inspires me, you, them, us...
even in its gritty bloodthirsty, intensity...there is on this edge of the world
a glory, a splendor and untamed harshness
that keeps it all in check...
have to say, this edginess has kept me here for a dozen years...
two six-packs if we count
in local stubbie-curreny...not even a bloody carton mate!
but now, this glass in me foot is really painfull,
all things change....
am glad to have sailed here, made work here
and this upcoming show is like a beautiful ending...
or new beginning...it's all the same book anyway....
want to thank the cranky lightning man and Darwin edge
for teaching me about thrashing it out in loud, unrepentant
brush killing strokes
think it will take a while to put it in perspective...
but for now
i sit with a needle
and try to
un-stick
this razor sharp shard that has itself
firmly embedded in my left soul....
d-town....damn....
across the canvas of this old, red, sandstone country...
and as I try to extract a shard of Darwin glass from deep within my foot,
some friends and I will be having a show next year...
3 non-indigenous, abstract, Darwin, local (me for 2 more weeks), painters...
it will be interesting to bring this kind of work to the Darwin audience...
to see if the average punter can understand crazy, marks on a canvas
that are perhaps not totemic, ancestral or connected to country...
maybe this is a good way to understand something
not sure...despite being in leaving zone, it becomes weirdly apparent
that this place inspires me, you, them, us...
even in its gritty bloodthirsty, intensity...there is on this edge of the world
a glory, a splendor and untamed harshness
that keeps it all in check...
have to say, this edginess has kept me here for a dozen years...
two six-packs if we count
in local stubbie-curreny...not even a bloody carton mate!
but now, this glass in me foot is really painfull,
all things change....
am glad to have sailed here, made work here
and this upcoming show is like a beautiful ending...
or new beginning...it's all the same book anyway....
want to thank the cranky lightning man and Darwin edge
for teaching me about thrashing it out in loud, unrepentant
brush killing strokes
think it will take a while to put it in perspective...
but for now
i sit with a needle
and try to
un-stick
this razor sharp shard that has itself
firmly embedded in my left soul....
d-town....damn....
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Monday, 29 November 2010
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
abstralian austraction
today i think about australia and abstraction
or rather, as the title goes: abstralian austraction.
there is aboriginal art, post-modernist landscape abstractionists, sydney mob who generate flashy neo-abstract expressionist replicas, urban bansky stencil warriors and the occasional nature inspired painter. But what about vegemite and bark and eucalyptus and stuff?
I am just trying to understand what abstract means in terms of our culture, history and identity. Or does it even matter? Not sure that I even have an argument.
Yet I feel there is something vital in a whole heap of artists work...something that pierces the veil of the post-modern, conceptual, machine driven art world and exists as itself, without trying to be....i don't even know who has it, but i see it and when i do, it goes bOOm. you know who you are.
As usual, my attempt at intelligence is GAMMON.
Think i might paint in vegemite.
or rather, as the title goes: abstralian austraction.
there is aboriginal art, post-modernist landscape abstractionists, sydney mob who generate flashy neo-abstract expressionist replicas, urban bansky stencil warriors and the occasional nature inspired painter. But what about vegemite and bark and eucalyptus and stuff?
I am just trying to understand what abstract means in terms of our culture, history and identity. Or does it even matter? Not sure that I even have an argument.
Yet I feel there is something vital in a whole heap of artists work...something that pierces the veil of the post-modern, conceptual, machine driven art world and exists as itself, without trying to be....i don't even know who has it, but i see it and when i do, it goes bOOm. you know who you are.
As usual, my attempt at intelligence is GAMMON.
Think i might paint in vegemite.
Monday, 15 November 2010
oh um...
if you want to check out some recent thoughts from
study land adventures...
here's a shameless self-promoting link:
this picture is there and some others
if you want to check out some recent thoughts from
study land adventures...
here's a shameless self-promoting link:
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| Imbi in studyland |
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
smash it
species include:
cycad, erythrina, mango leaf, grevillea, melastoma and can't remember.
i then painted eucalyptus over the top.
mango leaf was blue.
now i am painting.
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
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