I recently visited the Shrine of Remembrance, Victoria's war memorial (in Melbourne) the other day. I had not been before and I decided I needed to. Mainly for the quiet, but also because of Dunkirk. Then again, a good reason is because of the news lately. So I wandered the galleries and visited the crypt and sanctuary … Continue reading Virtually, the past
Random Short Thoughts
Nightswimming (classes)
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night. I made a decision when I was sick some months ago. Simple as sending an email when I couldn't sleep to change, put things in reverse. And learn. Now in my second term, the water seems more welcoming. Still. It's so much clearer. Each evening I leave my stuff at the water's … Continue reading Nightswimming (classes)
Imperfect articles
If you've been visiting a while then you may recall me wittering on about a sketchbook. Well, my latest effort has been uploaded for perusal online at The Sketchbook Project. Some of the pencil sketches haven't come up so clearly, but hey, my little book of pictures is in the world. And it turns out … Continue reading Imperfect articles
Review: Much have I seen and known
Maybe at another time I will provide a more considered and thorough critique of the following film and its performances, but right now it is too much with me and all I've got are raw feelings. Do you remember when you were young? When you rushed home from school full of energy, even after an … Continue reading Review: Much have I seen and known
Review: Galactic Families
Yes, tis I, reviewing Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.2. I'd heard bad things and good things about this second instalment. I'm pleased to report while there are criticisms to be made, this is a surprisingly upbeat, nay almost saccharin outing for Star Lord et al. There were tears and revelations and CGI characters that looked … Continue reading Review: Galactic Families
This April is the cruellest month
It was my birthday last week; not especially an important one, except for one reason. I am now the same age as my mother. Weird. It's weird to imagine me leading her life, when ours diverged significantly. Weird thinking about the responsibilities and worries she had that I don't and never will. Weird to think … Continue reading This April is the cruellest month
Summer of Sundays +
It's finished and submitted and sitting in a Brooklyn art library, but it took ages to decide what to do for my second Sketchbook Project. It's about that most obvious of all lame art anxieties - that of the blank page. And, also about being 'good.' Sigh, or better. Thus I had almost a year … Continue reading Summer of Sundays +
Month of Sundays
The Drop by Drawing class on Sundays at the National Gallery of Victoria concluded. I miss it already. Last Sunday wasn't the same. For one, there was foster kittens, but mainly, I missed arting about. However, I can safely say my month of Sundays was a revelation. It's provided an official sanction, or permission for two … Continue reading Month of Sundays
No one view
Tis said there is only one view of Sydney, a vista that encompasses the Harbour, the harbour's old coat hanger of a bridge and the Opera House. Of course they are much-loved and instantly identifiable everywhere, even if our Prime Minister is not so much. Melbourne, meanwhile, has no single view. No one image sums … Continue reading No one view
Review: Art(iface) of Banksy
On Sunday morning I visited The Art of Banksy exhibition, curated by Steve Lazarides, at The Paddock, an incongruously named gravel and concrete patch of space nestled alongside the train lines and the car parks that service the Birrarung Marr/Fed Square complex. For this exhibit's purposes, I guess it fits an aesthetic: centrally located desolation. Pay … Continue reading Review: Art(iface) of Banksy
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