Thank you so much guys. It's really the tree, the yard and the light that weave the image all by themselves - all I have to do is push the camera button.
And this time on the very edge of spring always feels special, something ancient and magical about it, with flowers growing straight out of branches. The humming of the bees. The perfume in the evening air ... the good restlessness : ) x
Sally come to our backyard and you will ; ) There is definitely some advantages of letting the garden go wild aka unkempt – it's probably the "hangingness" of all things that's true poetry. And I will gladly say the same about middle age now : D Come and visit before the blossoms fall out x
Thank you Anna! So envious of the Manuel Vilhena workshop by the way (have been peeking at your blog to get glimpses), hope you had a great time.
'Welcome stranger, I am potato.' (Shop window, Tokyo)
This blog is my attempt to document, preserve and reflect on the ordinary and the breathtaking in each day. It began as a diary based on my walking practise around Brunswick West in 2009, and continues (together with walking: we're still here) as a place to occasionally publish my 2D and 3D works.
I am Inari, a migrant from Finland and a multidisciplinary artist & designer. I live and work in Melbourne, Australia, translating my native relationship with wilderness and changing seasons into objects, images and words inspired by light, clouds and atmospheres in urban environments. Often experimenting with non–precious, industrial materials such as concrete and steel, the core of my practice is revealing beauty within ordinary, everyday things.
So loving your photos on this blog. You put the 'extra' in the 'ordinari'! Wonderful stuff.
ReplyDeleteWow - this looks like a set from a Tim Burton film. Have you seen the exhibition? I think you'd love it.
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Thank you so much guys. It's really the tree, the yard and the light that weave the image all by themselves - all I have to do is push the camera button.
ReplyDeleteAnd this time on the very edge of spring always feels special, something ancient and magical about it, with flowers growing straight out of branches. The humming of the bees. The perfume in the evening air ... the good restlessness : ) x
Hmm... I don't get photos like that when I just push the button! ;-)
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A very beautiful photo, very painterly. a
ReplyDeleteSally come to our backyard and you will ; ) There is definitely some advantages of letting the garden go wild aka unkempt – it's probably the "hangingness" of all things that's true poetry. And I will gladly say the same about middle age now : D Come and visit before the blossoms fall out x
ReplyDeleteThank you Anna! So envious of the Manuel Vilhena workshop by the way (have been peeking at your blog to get glimpses), hope you had a great time.