Monday, January 31, 2011

New Beginnings.

"Whatever story you want to tell, tell it at the right size.” Richard Linklater

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Sculpture in the sand!

The beach, driftwood, sand, sea, shadows, a gathering of artists.... sculptures in the sand.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Ancient Marks.... more.

For is a mind without a story is a mind without meaning. And meaning is the essence of our consciousness. Our story-engrossed brain seems to believe that… we exist because we tell the story of our existence.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Ancient Marks.

Without play, learning and evolution are impossible. Play is the taproot from which original art springs; it is the raw stuff the artist channels and organizes. Technique itself springs from play, by testing the limits and resistances of our tools.

Had the immense privilege of travelling to Hawaii and on the "Big Island" we were taken to these amazing marks in the rock...have posted just a few today.... more to come!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Windows and doors

First, I do not sit down and create something that is already clear in my mind. If it were clear in my mind, I should have no incentive or need to create it… We do not create in order to be understood; we create in order to understand.
“The Poetic Image”

Friday, January 14, 2011

Looking Down! Road Marks.

We walk mindfully. At predetermined 'trig' points each person gathers a windfall leaf to add to their 'walking bundle'. These become cloth documents, coded maps of the path each person has taken. Memento of memories of time past.
Glenys Mann 2007Ó

Thursday, January 13, 2011

A Rainbow at the end of Turmoil.

We live in a country of extremes.... bush fires on one side of the country and devasting, deadly floods on the other.
I am pasting a poem that my 15 year old grandaughter wrote, that really captures how we all feel and how we will come through all that Mother Nature wants to throw at us.
By the time we sensed it, it was too late
We had no warning
It just came and took away

It was strong
we tried so hard to get away
but we couldn’t

It was tall
It towered the trees
It destroyed

It was destructing
nothing was left
It took away
our pride
our Happiness
our life
but only for a while

Still, Im waiting for my
to tell me everything's going to be alright
because I know it won’t be
at least not for a while.

Serena Gonsalves Ó

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Puddle Thinking

Puddle thinking
Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, “This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in, fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!”

This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything’s going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise.
I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for.

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Orange with a touch....

An eclectic collection of images that have Orange elements.

“The photograph does not necessarily say what is no longer, but only and for certain what has been”

Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida, 1984


Saturday, January 8, 2011


 Not the way that I am 'feeling' but a colour that was in a lot of images that I took in Samoa.