amores perros

February 2009, Teotihuacan, just before a storm

fragile

a moment

This is such an old sketch but I still love it.

memory, thought, expression

in keeping with the thought of passing time
(time passing)

Ten winters ago now

louie



mark



norris and hamish



vivian

Western Australia, 1999

between dusk and darkness

15.8. 2009

bed time stories for not such good children

sound track: Here come the warm jets / brian eno

before morning

Dreams arrive as a grey bird

august rain

decoded

Approaching Mexico City

And they'll lay you down low and easy
And the lips that you kiss will say Christmas
And the miles that you traveled the distance
So believe no lies, dry your eyes and realise
That surprise

And the businessmen will shake hands and talk in numbers
And the princess will wake up from her slumber
Then all the knights will step forth with their arm bands
And ev'ry stranger you meet in the street will make demands
So believe no lies, then dry your eyes and realise
That surprise

And we'll send you glad tidings from New York
Open up your eyes so you may see
Ask you not to read between the lines
Hope that you will come in right on time
And they'll talk to you while you're in trances
And you'll visualise not taking any chances
But meet them halfway with love, peace and persuasion
And expect them to rise for the occasion
Don't it gratify when you see it materialise
Right in front of your eyes
That surprise

And they'll lay you down low and easy

(glad tidings / van morrison 1970)

points of connection 1

an introvert



an extrovert


a hopeful observer

the mystery of buoyancy

A week of winter light

Our "... IN THE CITY" exhibition opening on Wednesday went well, everyone happy and relieved, and why not a touch proud too. See the invite with dates and location a few blog posts back.

This is the work I put in, a collection of found objects, almost just as they were found, I've only added a few tiny touches of paint. These shapes and colours remind me of winter here in Melbourne. If you click on the image, you'll see it in a larger and more detailed form.

"A week of winter light:
Seven somethings from discarded things,
mangled remains, windy rubbish from the streets.
Did August grow these?
A contemplation on the darkest, deepest,
yet most blindingly bright of seasons,
and on the personal notion of beauty."





A mood sketch for the work, from our catalogue; black, gold, the winterbare outlines of all kinds of urban veins.

brunswick mon amour

Picked up between there and now – Union Street, afternoon sun.
Coles' carpark, I thank you again and again.

Winter sharks

Noticed them swimming on the back verandah today