Archive for the ‘Art’ Category

breaking through the white noise

February 16, 2017

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I know there’s been some radio silence around the place of late.  I’ve been keeping busy.  Alongside my work and church commitments, I’ve been helping out with a start-up clothing label.  A.BCH is the brainchild of my friend Courtney; a fashion label with an eye on ethics, sustainability and transparency throughout the supply and production chain, and I’ve been helping with some of the production side in my spare time.

The label finally launched last Thursday and you can check out the webstore here and instagram here.

In the image above I’m wearing my new A.BCH A05, an organic linen button up shirt, along with A06 organic denim tote, a limited edition print created for our research and development night late last year.

I love our stuff, and can’t wait to see the business expand and grow, and hopefully make a difference in what is one of the world’s dirtiest industries.

Singapore: the end

December 15, 2016

I spent my final day wandering around the city centre.  The Orchard Road shopping precinct is pretty intense, lined with shopping malls, but one doesn’t have to wander too far to find things of interest.

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me @ the singapore squirrels: *kissing noises*
squirrels: *run away*
me: hey come back lil buddy !
squirrels: *don’t come back*

Then all that remained was going back to the airport for a 7ish hour over-night flight back to Melbourne.

Singapore: the third day

December 14, 2016

By this time I had walked well over 80 km in the three days I’d been in Singapore.  The third day saw us head up to the MacRitchie Park/Reservoir which is a jungled nature reserve and water catchment area.

So, on with the show.

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I had more than one person tell me before I went that Singapore is the cleanest city I’d ever go to, but I have to say that isn’t really the impression I got when I was there.  Maybe it’s because I was taken around areas that aren’t on your usual tourist checklist, but I saw my share of grime and litter (Singaporeans blame it on visiting Malaysians I’m told).  Also, who expects to find a ditch that had been recently de-natured and had apparently been used as a dumping ground for random rubbish including Eames-style chairs ?  Certainly not me (but I do love that kind of thing, so…).

By the end of the third day my feet were ready to part with the rest of me and go to an early grave.  RIP.

More Singapore: day two

December 14, 2016

Look!  It’s more of what I did in Singapore.  Day two featured the Botanic Gardens and a visit to Singapore Art Museum which I didn’t know was hosting work from the Singapore Biennale 2016 (which I didn’t even know was happening—good timing, hey?).

So, first the Botanic Gardens…

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From there it was back to the city, and after conferring with my Spoon friend I decided I wanted to see some contemporary art, so on to the Singapore Art Museum housed in the former St. Joseph’s Institution, an old catholic school for boys.

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Dex Fernandez
I Wander, I Wonder, 2016
Acrylic paint
Site-specific installation

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Pannaphan Yodmanee
Aftermath, 2016
Mixed media: found objects, artist-made icons, concrete and paint
Sight-specific installation

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Martha Atienza
Endless Hours at Sea, 2014, 2016
Video, sound and light installation, water, stainless steel, aluminium, mechanics, LED light and air compression

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Deng Guoyuan
Noah’s Garden II, 2016
Aluminium alloy steel frame, mirror glass, LED lighting, real and artificial plants and rocks

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Araya Rasdjarmrearnsook
Jaonua: The Nothingness (King of Meat:The Nothingness), 2016
5-channel video installation

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Agan Harahap
Mardijker Photo Studio, 2015
Installation with framed photographs (digital C print on paper)

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Munem Wasif
Land of Undefined Territory, 2014-2015
Archival pigment print and museum rag board

I had a lot of people mention how good the food is when I said I was heading to Singapore, and I’m pretty particular about what I eat so this night really proved it to be true.  I mean, they probably weren’t talking about the Indian food, but man, the mushroom curry I ate was next level.  So good.  Little India was pretty amazing as well.

And here’s a picture of one of the Singaporean kopitiam or coffee shops that are all over the city.

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Okay, bye.  (More coming soon).

Singapore: the first day

December 13, 2016

I’ve been needing a break for a while.  To get away from everything.  So I made a decision, and last week I took off to Singapore for a few days.  I was visiting someone I kind of knew through the Internet and seeing a part of the world I haven’t previously.

Here’s a kind of look at some of what I pointed my camera at…

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What you see here starts at East Coast Park and winds around to Gardens By the Bay, into the Cloud Forest then through the city and ending up on Fort Canning hill.  It seems that I didn’t take too many pictures of the city because I’m far too obsessed with the tropical plants.

More coming soon…

The Situation

July 30, 2016

The situation is this
I have found myself in a situation
I have become entangled
In a situation
With a stranger on the Internet
I like my situation
To be frank with you
To be quite honest
It is a delightful exchange
Of words
And behind the words
There are feelings
Stretching and growing
Taking on shapes
Just quietly
Like strange topiary inside
And on the screen

June 16, 2016

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These wintery days
Some they make feel SAD
But not me
I feel alive
And I feel AWAKE

enjoy nature

June 9, 2016

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I Went to the Dandenongs Only About Three Years After First Intending To and Some Things I Saw There.

These were taken at The 1000 Steps.  We only made it up about a third of them because I had taken Alex (new friend from work) there against her will (I mean, she drove, but…) and there was no way she was going to the top.  So we went back down and drove to the observatory which is in a different part of the Dandenongs.

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HI MELBOURNE!

There Is No Other Stream

April 22, 2016

Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do. When Jill stopped, she found she was dreadfully thirsty. She had been lying face downward, and now she sat up. The birds had ceased singing and there was perfect silence except for one small, persistent sound, which seemed to come a good distance away. She listened carefully, and felt almost sure it was the sound of running water.
Jill got up and looked round her very carefully. There was no sign of the lion; but there were so many trees about that it might easily be quite close without her seeing it. For all she knew, there might be several lions. But her thirst was very bad now, and she plucked up her courage to go and look for that running water. She went on tip-toes, stealing cautiously from tree to tree, and stopping to peer round her at every step.
The wood was so still that it was not difficult to decide where the sound was coming from. It grew clearer every moment and, sooner than she expected, she came to an open glade and saw the stream, bright as glass, running across the turf a stone’s throw away from her. But although the sight of the water made her feel ten times thirstier than before, she didn’t rush forward and drink. She stood as still as if she had been turned into stone, and with her mouth wide open. And she had a very good reason; just on this side of the stream lay the lion.
It lay with its head raised and its two fore-paws out in front of it, like the lions in Trafalgar Square. She knew at once that it had seen her, for its eyes looked straight into hers for a moment and then turned away – as if it knew her quite well and didn’t think much of her.
‘If I run away, it’ll be after me in a moment,’ thought Jill. ‘And if I go on, I shall run straight into its mouth.’ Anyway, she couldn’t have moved if she had tried, and she couldn’t take her eyes off it. How long this lasted she could not be sure; it seemed to last for hours. And the thirst became so bad that she almost felt she would not mind being eaten by the lion if only she could be sure of getting a mouthful of water first.
‘If you’re thirsty, you may drink.’
They were the first words she had heard since Scrubb had spoken to her on the edge of the cliff. For a second she stared here and there, wondering who had spoken. Then the voice said again, ‘If you are thirsty, come and drink,’ and of course she remembered what Scrubb had said about animals talking in that other world, and realised that it was the lion speaking. Anyway, she had seen its lips move this time, and the voice was not like a man’s. It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in rather a different way.
‘Are you not thirsty?’ said the Lion.
‘I’m dying of thirst,’ said Jill.
‘Then drink,’ said the Lion.
‘May I – could I – would you mind going away while I do?’ said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realised that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
‘Will you promise not to – do anything to me, if I do come?’ said Jill.
‘I make no promise,’ said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
Do you eat girls?’ she said.
‘I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,’ said the Lion. It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
‘I daren’t come and drink,’ said Jill.
‘Then you will die of thirst,’ said the Lion.
‘Oh dear!’ said Jill, coming another step nearer. ‘I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.’
There is no other stream,’ said the Lion.

The Silver Chair, C. S. Lewis

[Most] blessed is the man who believes in, trusts in, and relies on the Lord, and whose hope and confidence the Lord is. For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters that spreads out its roots by the river; and it shall not see and fear when heat comes; but its leaf shall be green. It shall not be anxious and full of care in the year of drought, nor shall it cease yielding fruit.

—Jeremiah 17v7-8 [AMP]

Good.  Yes.  Thank.

April 6, 2016

It was a wedding.  Lebanese.  I’d never been to anything like it before; all unrestrained dancing and clapping and stomping.  We were on the dance floor, the DJ dropping the hot jams bang, bang, bang, one after another after another.  As I whipped and nae nae’d and dabbed beside her (lies, I did none of those things/did my own things) having the time of my life, I also recorded her in my mind.  Her cropped asymmetrical hairstyle casually swept to one side, cheekbones like you wouldn’t believe, her black dress elegant, flowing to the floor, pure joy smeared across her face in a moment that kept going on and on and felt like it might never end.