Fog Lights Inaction

Saturday doubled up on fog, waking to foghorns, that forlorn long bovine wail that echoes around Sydney Harbour and the foreshores is one of the better variations of Spring. Like in Camelot the morning fog disappears. Usually.  Saturday afternoon saw the fog pawing its way back, grey and misty, sneaking over Middle Head and giving a Mona Lisa moment to the Baths at Balmoral. A string of barely glowing incandescent bulbs suggest that day was done for.

Swept Sticklers for the Deck

Time has turned the deck here into something of a chameleon, an exercise in patience, and repetition, this small pile bought down courtesy of this week's wild wind,  was swept into a neat post card of kindle.  Why this should be pleasing? The sense of time played out in twigs, the tonal graduation?  Perhaps its being an artifact of the act of sweeping itself, a meditation on rhythm, the sussuration of straw on wood.

Postcards from the West Wind

While Tuesday's whirligig wind bought down a whole suit of sticks, it also snipped off these green tips from the parperbark and jacarandah trees, were a kind of message, though I am not sure what, though Marshall McLuhan's 'the medium is the message' seems to fit.

Spilt Drinks - An Opportune Media

In the sort of calibrated beloved of spin doctors,  in the Years of Spilt Drinks, I decided to redefine what was a spill to only those drinks that made it onto the floor, thus taking the pressure off small visitors and small residents who were prone to knock over glasses of  juice and water.   A small spill at the Power House in Brisbane's New Farm provided a substrate to move into a triffid-esque figure, part rock-roll type, bird-footed with some extra feelers and a fine head of water.  The waxy table top and lighting must be given credit, but where is the water guitar when you need it Nigel Kimber?

Models of Discretion

This orchid falls somewhere between being showy and inconspicuous, a state of balance perfectly suitable.

Red Hats To The Rescue

These three women, tribal  in their statement red hats, blue/purple outfits and red shoes, might be an installation of the best kind, a self-organizing fluid, a tribal collective of collectors, nearly antique art savants, friends of a feather, I saw them drift into the Queensland Gallery of Art, and thought aha! the Qld art club's answer to The Triplets of Belleville.Then there is lot near profile of the crowd that has leaked gloriously from the concentrate of prussian blue on the wall.  If this is a club, I would like to apply.

Teepees of LEDs Spells Incandescent

Five teepees of  little movies playing on LEDs create a glade of pleasant nearly strangeness in south side of  Hyde Park. Like coming across fragments of dreams out for a night picnic, some murrmuring quiet stories, another a character in search of adventure, it's hard to pick a favourite, but then favourites always were over-rated.