Levitation: Scaling Up to Wild NIghts in Collage Town

 Up for a night out with The Spores?   Here we reach Peak Scale dispersal, and quite likely this one won’t go out without a bit of song and dance.  The is market parlance for a price. 

Fishing in the Devonian - Laurels from Laureates

 

Have I been hiding my light under a bushel?  I see that lately every week about 2,000 of you dear readers visit this blog,  aha, I think I must tell you about this book of mine, which was shortlisted for the 2008 Victorian Premier’s Awards.   Billy Collin’s the former USA Poet Laurreate said ‘Fishing is the Devonian is one o the most interesting books I have had the pleasure of reading on some time.  Every poem is lively with conceptual and emotional play.’   Andrew Motion ( ex-UK Poet Laureate says ‘A strange and original mixture of the intense and the humorous. Bravo.’  So, double laurels, and cross Atlantic high fives.  You can still buy it from Puncher &. Wattmann. Go straight there, buy all of my books.  You will like them. 

Cinematically Yours In Blue - Apre Le Petit Magot

 Yes, again it’s a redo in something close to Prussian blue, just ink with a peu eau, to make for a closer look at Willian Klein’s 1968 photograph of Parisians outside a cinema, and I don’t know what this film was about, and as I am setting out here to speculate I won’t be asking google, but I imagine the couple on the left, have just seen the film, and are still stranded in its mood, the pair in the middle are about to go in, and the fellow half in the frame is either the director or a passerby. It would be more satisfying to think of him as the Director.  Why?  That is French cinema for you once it has been through the blue ink mill. 

In His Cups with a Side of Sorcery

Those with a keen eye will see a certain Bart Brassica,  skiving off , or as Granny Eggwhistle likes to say, “In His Hiccups’. Bart who as sworn off pickled beet juice a while back,  thinks of time inside the green glass tea cup is the immersion part of the Spa Cure that Frank Winkler has upsold him with his latest deal.  Normally a spa experience should involve steeping in something liquid but Bart is now wary of anything deeper than a puddle ( here Mavis Eggwhistle gives her famous eye-roll) after spending some time under water after his Boatiquing Accident ( In the Ponderings Episode 2) so he figures the Oxygen therapy option is a a good move, and green to boot.  And as Frank Winkler says,  this is case of cup and sorcery

 

Graphite Mornings in Ink Town Photographs

 

In the sequence of re-do’s of photographs in Prussian Blue, or perhaps Parker’s Blue-Black Quink, while I have been a bit smitten with the smudge and blur to add some tone, here attempting to take in the detail of Werner Bischoff’s  1951, Meiji Monastery, to which this rough try delivers neither accuracy or justice, but it did insist that the graduations of grey needed a graphite overlay.  When does one thing stop being a copy of another and become itself?  

A New Kind Of Real Farm Cultivation

 

For a long time Bart Brassica has felt that being a farmer lacked for him a feeling of cultivation, which could be put down to how grandiose schemes come a cropper rather than grow crops, which together with his preference for animate livestock,  which both he and the Farmhands feel they have more in common with, he has decided to cultivate Inaminate animals,  the glass horse, an antique Indian elephant , and a stone rabbit - the latter being the subject of a joke by Frank Winkler which totally eludes Bart.   So far the new-old farm livestock have not eaten a thing,  and only move by the Big Hand.  Still Bart has his eye out for another one of each to make three breeding pairs. In any case, Granny Eggwhistle says this is culitivation. 

A Blurred Blue LIne

 A redo of a photograph, not  Prussian blue but plain blue Quink, of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s 1954 photo of a queue in a Moscow canteen,  showing a line up but no food. No-one seems to be in a hurry either.  Does this suggest it was not really a canteen, or the food was in another frame?  There is something satisfying about making ink run,  maybe the blurring between making and ruin. 

Viva La Fifty Zone

 Lucky or what? Hannah McKinney’s urbane pink chutzpah signals Viva the 50 zone, and with that lamp  like a microphone prompting the pink ranunculus for  commentary, whowith the tableau complete by the Le Gondolier’s nonchalance -Giovanni David has suggested he looks the other way, completes this rosy scene. Viva Hannah McKinney an artist and art teacher from Victoria for championing the urban. 

The Art of Floating

 Gaston Lachaise’s  Floating Figure in the sculpture courtyard of the Australian’s National Gallery shows an adroit control of the higher plane, that the figure is doubled y its reflection makes for double serenity, tripping the light voluptuous. 

Tarwin Lower Raises The Serene

 The flat and steady state walk from the edge of Venus Bay to Lower Tarwin on a winter-still morning raises the bar on serene, showing, that on reflection, the Bay’s aptitude for doubling up on scenery wins clouds down. 

If On a Winter’s Night

 It may be that murky green leavened with orange hallucinations, or the stylish man in uniform considering that large mushroom, the background vibrating to some syncopated throbbing, but really there is no reasonable reason for this to remind of Italy Calvino’s excellent novel ‘If On a Winter’s Night a Traveler’, but it does.  

The Fire-Wheel Tree Flower Reassembled- Two Takes this Time.

 Take two photographs of Stenocarpus sinuatus graphically satisfying flower, and reassemble.  This round two on reassembling this flower, the first was a single botanical style take on S.sinuatus .  Variations on a theme, evidently it is a thing. 

Morose in Melbourne? Award Winning Dog or a A Sad Tail?

 This sad-eyed guy takes the prize for Melbourne’s most morose pooch, why he is nose to window glass, flat out looking lonesome?  It is clear he did not actually win that award, but he is lugubriously, not so much as in the running for but the laying down for , for the Down in the Mouth Dog of the year. 

Knit One, Purl One, Cats Two

 

Cat’s paws, cat’s cradles, a cast on of cats, kittens knittin’, the purr of purling, all these play on words, or more correctly wool,  from the new scarf-in-progress,  with its tabbiness of stripes, albeit with tonal shift to the red phase.  

Bart Brassica Preps For An OK Canal

With the segue into autumnal days, Bart Brassica, who has turned his energy to thinking , a task he finds so consuming that it renders him virtually immobile, but now an idea has come to him, based on a 1939 copy of the P- T section of the The National Encyclopaedia - which he found in a roadside ditch, and the news that, as he understood it  the Panama Canal, and Panama were now more or less, Wards of the US, and as such provided a possible source of both straw hats and irrigation for Brass Acres, prompted by Frank Wiinkler, he has put together a story board to explain to a committtee of Farmhands, this might be achieved.  Winkler has asked for a handsome consultancy fee, but Bart who’s gone over to cashless cash crops, says he should hold his breath. More later. 

 

 

The Joliot-Curie’s Handover

 In the continuing quest to properly take in photographs I admire, here with Henri Cartier-Breton’s portrait of Iréne and Fédéric Joliot-Cuire, I have given them both a bad case of the wobbles by my inky re-do, and in the process changed them both, the original photo is a potent study of duplicated posture.  It is all in the handover. 

The Allure Other People’s Bookshops + DIY Luck

 This could be carbon dated row of cookbooks and therefore tantamount to a declaration of age, also being part culinary biography, partially colour-coded row, with its magnetic roller of the alpha and numeric, and handy dispenser of counsel, which is by and large invisible to most kitchen visitors. The trio of toucan, elephant and the worker from the nuclear power plant are on standby.  But really who can resist browsing other people’s bookshelves?  

Bogong Moth Days Explained

 The Bogong Moth Collage is a compressed narrative of movement , flutter, travel , how fish swim, how boats set out, a bagworm identikit,  with a fish that went through a lot of scan collages and still lives. 

It is about empty space and air currrents, travel in Japan, amorphous blobs, layering and camouflage (what a word ) . It puffs, it sighs, it flutters with strata of air pressure and currents, it might be a barometer but it is Useless. 

A Bird In the Shrubs is Worth its Green Shade

As I’ve been on light duties due to misadventure, I’ve had plenty of time for cut and paste, and in the flurry of things assembled - making doesn’t count as exercise does it? -  this small borrowed bird has flown into a it of greenery,  and no, it seems like one bird, not in hand, but in view, will do the trick.  
 

Ephemera of Leaf and Fiats of Curl

 Of things that come down in the wind, a spray of angophora leaves, is a an ephemeral treat,  one day straight, the next day curling, that’s the sclerophyll  leaf for you. That it is  proximate to the cymbidium’s long stay blooms might be ironic, but I am not sure if things in vases can be ironic.  Still the double retroussé is, on reflection, a fine take on fleeting. 

Awash in The Sea of Words, Malachite and Hematite Ahoy!

 Still with traces of scale, a swift lesson in telemarking, in this collage we are living in wordy world, and here is all the requisite elements for Scissors (off stage now but they have had starring role), Paper  - good old Arches, Rock- and  I think you can’t go past Hematite for suave curves and Malachite for its green wonder,  and AGreen Thought, if Andrew Marvel was till about, might he approve or think this shady? 

When An Excess of Accessories is Best

 Bags and bags of bling, bound and hung, bear witness to the joy of excess accessories, a bounty of boucnce, a plethora of pink and purple plush.  This was my fun streetfashion find for September but I am keeping my eye out for more.