Wollongong Here I Come !

 

  The kind folk at the Wollongong Writers Festival have invited me to join them,  though I understand that many of my readers in the Ukraine ( hello up there) and United States will find this a bit of a challenge to get there by  12 October 2014 please consider yourself invited.



 12 October 2014 Rocket Readings1:30 pm - 3:30 pm Corner Kembla and Burelli streets WollongongWollongong Art GalleryEvent Organized By: South Coast Writers Centre and Linda Godfrey

Event Details

Rocket Readings is proud to be part of the Wollongong Writers Festival. Join us for a lively afternoon of contemporary poetry readings with featured poets, Carol Jenkins and Joel Ephraims, plus an open mic section. Three minute limit. Hosted by Linda Godfrey.

You can find out more about this Festival at  http://www.wollongongwritersfestival.com/

Champ Chimp Trumps - Cards Up for New Farm

 

Signal boxes are being singled out everywhere as substrates for art installations. This card sharp chimp hails from New Farm, Brisbane's funky south of the city groovy collage of old queenslanders with their wrap around verandahs, the one below movie-set perfect with the vintage Holden ute out front and not a lick of paint for a century I'd say, but still tich in cross-hatched shade up to bull-dozed blocks mushroomining with cheek by cheek apartments.  Mornings out for a run I saw chickens hanging out next to a cafe, and bush turkeys and got swooped out by a pied magpie.  Perfect!

What a Spool Believes

This dervish-esque installation at the Queensland Art Gallery looks nearly better in a photo, the blurring giving it a greater sense of volume, though one misses out on the pleasant machine hum  and faint zephyr produced by the spinning.  I think this is the perfect opportunity to create a sound track, Rose Royce's Car Wash - and surely its a bit rich not to think that her name had been made up for go with the song. The other candidate would be a slight variation of What a Fool Believes .
I am working on a project to retitle Art works, and thereby re-conceive them, which may in all silliness be create a bona vide  new art object. More later.

Wall Masquerading as an anti-hero

This might be a comment on the faceless-ness of crime, an aside on the surveillance state, a deft pun on the stolidity of the superhero paradigm [ha, just tricking, this last option is a complete phoney] or simply a way to get some three-d into street art thingy.  This bandit  in mixed media is lurking in the lane behind Central Park,  where the walls really do have eyes.

Lead Time - Going Nowhere Slowly

Looking around this morning for a missing cable,  in my house jacks and cables are prone to wander, I realised I was experiencing lead time,  that gap where you start doing something but go nowhere while you're searching for the wherewithal.  Much of this is about placement, was it too optimistic to leave ones recording paraphernalia en plein air and expect it to remain there?  This snail, a good example of  the well placed paste up, found in  arrested motion across the road from the excellent White Rabbit Gallery in Chippendale, is more likely to become a palimpsest of weathering than to budge. Perhaps the ink will run, but he does look stoutly waterproof.