who knows where the time goes

Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time

For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes

Sandy Denny

when that foghorn blows, you know I will be coming home

In Memoriam, Sid Fleischman 1920-2010

Sid in Santa Monica Mall, Feb 2009

Sid Fleischman,

A gentleman at first; a well loved children's writer and a fast defender of humour; a professional magician with amazing tricks, a legend of a host who invited us to the one and only Magic Castle, and who still has cards glued to his ceiling … A Hollywood screen writer who worked with the brightest of stars; a boy at heart who fought in the Navy during WWII; the kindest person there ever was…

And a friend to me and my husband, I'm honoured to say. Rest in peace and keep up the mischief Sid! You are dearly missed.

I'll post more pictures & memories as soon as I get them up and into the computer.

xxx

Sid's official website

burned brooch

Blue and amber brooch (2010) 100 mm x 20 mm x 35 mm
found object, plastic, oil paint, silk, 925

For our first jewellery project at RMIT this semester, I've been playing with plastics, melting and combining them with bits and pieces of other materials, mainly found objects. I used to really resent plastic as a substance, for several reasons, mainly prejudice I guess, but have come to think that the recyclability, affordability, range of colours, and the "organic" accidents which can occur while moulding the pieces are quite interesting. The toxicity however still worries me, and it might be for a while yet before I run tests in the home oven again : /

I found the amber coloured translucent component in a burned house, late last year, and made the clear piece by subjecting laboratory grade acrylic to high heat (yes, our oven on 210+C!!), with silk and blue paint encapsulated. The pin is sterling silver, and as the images reveal, got lots to learn in this department still. But what I really love, and can never get tired of, is the surprise, beauty and inspiration that randomly picked up, seemingly worthless (abandoned, discarded, even partly destroyed) objects can provide, both as themselves, and together with unexpected others.

+ Click on the images for better detail +

blue wood

Silver linings. Found on the way home today, after a random decision to hop off the tram one stop early, to walk a bit. Normally I never look into the flower beds of the Coles front car park (do you?), but today I did. I love the worn paint and the chipped shapes. It's like these pieces somehow mysteriously shipwrecked all this way inland … landing under the scrawny bushes between Paul's Chinese Kitchen and Liquorland.

the little prisoners

"Ruudun takaa …"

a life-like drawing

beach combing for beginners

Here's further harvest from the archival photo sessions of late.

A personal favourite among all the "seriousness" of so called contemporary art, these children's utensils were my response to our Fork-project at RMIT last year. Simply, three variations on a shape to depict whimsical sea creatures, with soft-ended spikes for safe digging into the sand.

The inspiration for the project came from experimenting with laser cutting (which enables sharp, accurate lines and the production of multiples in a shorter time), and industrial design – the idea was to create a fun series which could be mass-produced.

Beach combing for beginners (2009)
laser cut 4 mm perspex, adhesive. The forks were sketched by hand, then cleaned up and turned into vector images (continuous outlines for cutting) in Adobe Illustrator.

storm

Brunswick West, March 6, 2010

hit the floor and crawl to daddy