Wednesday, 29 December 2010
Monday, 27 December 2010
Monday, 20 December 2010
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Monday, 1 November 2010
Monday, 27 September 2010
Friday, 24 September 2010
I was rewarded with an image of a FarmerArtist
Drawing large chocolate brown abstract shapes
into a huge green canvass.
And, as a result of his recent tractor drawing activity,
the brilliant van Gogh yellow
of his efforts now also manifested
in huge water colours under the warming spring sun
"everywhere I go I find an artist has been there before me"
Thursday, 16 September 2010
Monday, 30 August 2010
the blowhole at Hepburn has been created
by Chinese miners.
By dynamiting a hole in the rock bridge/wall
and thus creating a diversion in the Old Sailors Creek.
Not quite sure why, but related to
gold mining techniques.
We are left with the blowhole
Always worth a visit, however, these days,
with great amounts of water everywhere
it is an intense place for a energising visit.
The power of the water,
gushing with great energy,
from the rock hole, is palpable,
and transferred to the viewer
Visit the blow hole for an energiser
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
which I titled: 'LakeWhenToBe'
for a project I presented to a primary school,
an empty bowl filled with weeds
for a number of years,
has with the recent rains re-filled
and been restored to its beautiful self
when I visited it recently
the joy of this replenishment
was for the many visitors,
walking the almost 6ks around its perimeter,
visible in their smiles, attitude and energy
"we are perishing for want of wonder, not for want of wonders"
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
because I have spend my time writing
my memories into text.
Memories from a period as
'artist in residence'
and a 'writer in residence'
both in Korea
It is becoming a book
I take time out
from this sitting and writing activity
by walking in the forest
and daily exploring the beauty which surrounds me.
a comfortable companion
"We Are Perishing For Want Of Wonder,
Not For Want Of Wonders"
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Found: an exquisite Forest Brooch
I found this brooch on a recent walk
there it was, like a visual surprise,
altogether still, lying in the forest,
quietly emanating loveliness.
An elegant set of rain-drop pearls,
sown into a base of exceptional quality silk
My daily forest walk offers remarkable
surprises of the positive kind, and
Here is one of them.
"Don't audit life, show up and make the most of it"
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
The forest is impassive. The forest is indifferent.
It does not care, yet is beautiful nevertheless.
The forest is silent. Yet I found words everywhere,
in and around the trees, all across the sky, in reflections of puddles.
Everywhere I looked and listened.
I gathered a few handfuls of these words
I took them home and placed them on the table.
I arranged and re-arranged them
and from the silence of the forest magic, a story.
'You Already Have All You Need'
Sunday, 16 May 2010
During this floor talk,
Bridget Bodenham, Tina Lee and Petrus Spronk,
will talk about their ceramic work
presently exhibited at the Ballarat Fine Art gallery.
This is a chance for you to see the work
and hear the stories about it.
There will be a ten minute presentation by each artist.
After this there will be time for the audience to ask questions.
The moderator is Richard Perry from Hepburn.
Come and join us
'When a good idea gets out, things begin to happen'
Friday, 30 April 2010
Dear Blogger Friends
to the opening of an exhibition
of my new ceramic work
and that of two of local ceramicists
at the Ballarat Fine Art Gallery
This exhibition runs from 30th April- 31st May
In addition there will be a floortalk
to which you are also invited, on
wednesday the 26th May at 12.15
Hoping to see you at both events
would you please inform anyone who maybe interested
Friday, 26 March 2010
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Each journey started and finished
with a doorway
I was led from one space into another
through a doorway
Everywhere I went,
a poet had been there before me
Friday, 5 March 2010
Monday, 1 March 2010
following the interest on my last dry stone posting,
I will follow this up with some more dry stone.
I couldn't help noticing the intricacies
of Korean dry stone work.
Above some of the many examples.
"For man is by nature an artist"
Friday, 26 February 2010
Many years ago, when I hitch-hiked around the world,
I started to photograph beautifully made objects.
I found these dry stone walls above
while travelling around Ireland,
specifically around the West Coast,
in an area called the Burren,
a raw and beautiful environment.
Someone told me that people that made the walls
could be recognised by the pattern.
(someone also told me, when I was lost,
and asked for directions, to follow the smoke,
I did and came to a cottage with a smoky peat fire)
"Go outside everyday, miracles are waiting everywhere"
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
This is my live in neighbour
he lives in a nest in the vine
where he sleeps most of the day
when I discovered the nest
and tried to photograph him in it
he came out, indignant, and wanted
his picture taken properly.
at night he awakes and plays
constant drum beats on the roof
He awoke me to do some more blog postings
I have been absent because I was busy
scanning 8000 images from slides into my computer
well, now I am back, and in time,
show you some of them
"scanning my past into the present"
Monday, 22 February 2010
During the seventies I was working
in a design center in Kilkenny, Ireland.
Using that which was available
which were plaster moulds
I made a series of fun tea pots
which everyone enjoyed but the boss
"this is a serious project"
"Sorry I was only trying to be Irish"
a comment left on my last posting
reminded me of this project
if the same people look at this
please make yourself known.......
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
(the birth of three golden chicks)
could be so big
(I am totally smitten)
I watch them learning day by day
and am surprised by their rapid growth.
I watch them understanding the language of
"here is food" which elicits a certain call
"here is danger" which elicits another
when at the age of four days the chickens came out
and a crow flew over
the young chicken ran for cover under a plank
"Is not the core of nature, in the heart of man?"