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
Melbourne
Review: Not afraid, awed
My Sunday's are currently for art. Mine and other's. It began with the notion to (try to) attend all four Drop By Drawing events at the National Gallery of Victoria, for two hours every Sunday. I haven't, in fact missed any. This week I first took at look at the Art of Banksy (see earlier … Continue reading Review: Not afraid, awed
A room right with WriteSpace
Part One WriteSpace: it's everything I had imagined a day devoted to writing to be. There were desks, comfy enough chairs, food and beverages, natural light, power, a thoughtful selection of writing resources for inspiration, and much kind service from our host. Quiet tapping on laptops is comforting. We happy few are getting work done, … Continue reading A room right with WriteSpace
Waiting for the change
Act One. There are some afternoons, interminably long summer ones, where the lower horizon shows Melbourne's distant hills in a smudged, faded-denim blue, and just above that there forms a band of frayed brown or burnt sienna. On such days people are cranky and suspicious. Lawns crunch and the sun glares down and down so everything is … Continue reading Waiting for the change
Writing Bec 