Show Me The Treasure

Dust Jacketed - A Great Catch Up In Blue

Anthologization is an interesting business, poetry is one of the few genres, being economically contained so that 'representative' or thematic anthologies are feasible. So, it follows that any reader would be crazy not to avail themselves of the benefits. The interesting thing is that they divide poets sharply into those who are In the Book and those that are not. I can report that I did get five poems in Australian Poetry Since 1788, which I am pleased about. All of the poems were from my first book Fishing in the Devonian, which has sadly sold out. My smaller chap book Night Croquet the #93 Wagtail is still available and you can buy it online from link to Picaro Press.

Anthologization is an interesting business, poetry is one of the few genres, being economically contained so that 'representative...

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The Art of Reading & All Good Things Must End

When do you stop? That is in the context of when do you stop an exercise that had become something between a habit, an indulgence and a compulsion. Here is the last drawing on the last page of the 40 page notebook, which I started on the penultimate day in May with a drawing of Bart Brassica, and then shortly after took up the Robert Capa Prussian Blue Project. Not all the drawings have been blogged - some are too busy, the odd landscape orientation by and large fails, there are some ring ins, Brussels sprouts, beagles and a tap. I am still not tired of Capa. This fellow here, with his close study of the page, his angled foot exuding enjoyment, his shadow impastoed to the page might well be any diligent reader, such as oneself.

When do you stop? That is in the context of when do you stop an exercise that had become something between a habit, an indulgence and a co...

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Wednesday is the New Monday - Back to Keirle Park

A term away from my weekly survey of Keirle Park and things are both same and different. Firstly, in that classic Australian rethink, the goal posts have been moved. Where To is the next question
The clover has had a chance to flower, there were four smallish black school shoes in different spots, some strange new signs, one admonishing people not to sleep in motor vehicles, a little pointed in its citation of the Combi Van and strange markings in the fields. If one were looking to make a short story with these three things, it might involve Druids, late night meetings, sommiferous drugs and legislative change - or at least a new by-law.

A term away from my weekly survey of Keirle Park and things are both same and different. Firstly, in that classic Australian rethink, the...

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Great Thoughts Aloft - The Industrialisation of the Mind

As you can see another Prussian Blue Capa Derivative. If Wall Street catch what's going on here, some wily Financier - and I am not meaning that small confection of buttery pastry and japonaisery - will list these on the Dow and ASX , perhaps even the Footsie, as Industrial Derivatives. And why not if one can trade Futures, ghost mortgages and currencies that drop like fermented fruit from abandoned trees? But somehow I dont think that it what our fellow here is thinking, how could there be room for such abstractions when you have a ton of metal to contend with?

As you can see another Prussian Blue Capa Derivative. If Wall Street catch what's going on here, some wily Financier - and I am not ...

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Grey is the New Black - Lunch Scene at Tan Popo

Saturday lunch we beetled over to Tan Popo for Chai-Su Ramen and a Bento Box. The place was a-bustle with lunchers, except for one small member of the party - partly sketched in here - who had fallen asleep, Thomas the Tank Engine trainers little blue and red confections on his small feet. All the adults were wearing grey, black, or gray-green.Thank goodness for coloured hair elastics I say. The perspective and allocation of space here has gone badly astray, I must work on ratios ( repeat x 20) . On the other hand lunch was entirely successful, the sashimi sparklingly fresh and the pork belly managing to be both crisp and tender, though it might be churlish to single them out as even the small piece of pickled radish, with its fine cross cut of near-floral filaments was delicious.

Saturday lunch we beetled over to Tan Popo for Chai-Su Ramen and a Bento Box. The place was a-bustle with lunchers, except for one small mem...

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New, Next, Now - Unpacking Kaldor at the Art Gallery of NSW

Settling into a fold-out stool, in a cluster of art gallery visitors, the more flexible young fry folded up like pretzels on cushions at the front, parents, grandparents and thy unaccompanied curious plumping out the crowd at the back, there is that "Ahhh" feeling as the the New, Next, Now show sets into motion. Two whimsical dust-jacked workers from Art Storage? Meticulously measuring Curators? The silent characters - actors Russell Garbutt and Julia Cotton, founders of the now sadly retired Etcetera theatrical ensemble - play with the ideas of collecting, stacking, wrapping and unwrapping in a whimsical homage to Christo- boxed and wrapped, Sol de Witt's units of construction, while Alek Danko's Log Dog is reprised in animated cardboard, and Tony Cragg's 'bottle tree' and Ugo Rondinone's marvellous 'clockwork for oracles' are celebrated. While the links back to the art work might set up a satisfying sleuthing puzzle for the adults, the real delight was the celebration of wonder and transformation as we watch the characters find that it is these ordinary dust jacketed folk who are the artists.

Settling into a fold-out stool, in a cluster of art gallery visitors, the more flexible young fry folded up like pretzels on cushions at th...

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Zeppelined Again or The Bang at The End of the World

Last Monday strolling over to the White Rabbit Gallery, we discovered the White Rabbit had checked his pocket watch, twitched his whiskers, saying 'Oh my, I'm late, I'm late' and bunny hopped backwards into the mirror. The fall back position was a contemplation of the local street art. While I would include the excellent fire hydrant ensemble below in this category, the ticket for the most profound use of the word "was" goes to the silently tick tocking bomb above.

Last Monday strolling over to the White Rabbit Gallery, we discovered the White Rabbit had checked his pocket watch, twitched his whiskers, ...

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Paper Moons & Menus : Sketchy Characters at Tan Popo

The three young women at the corner table in Tan Popo look a little under impressed about the messy hair day I've given them, a little exacerbated by the slap happy lipstick. Still any dinner where not one but two paper moons shine down, pushing back the green inked-in night, is a fine thing.

The three young women at the corner table in Tan Popo look a little under impressed about the messy hair day I've given them, a little ...

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Negativisation - The too much washing blues

So, it is the continuing study of Robert Capa, his photo of a boy watching a parade for the commenoration of the annexure of Belgium. Whatever is passing before him and the rest of the crowd in the original photo, including the woman next to him with a very elegant hat, it does not inspire joy. Here one small bit of wash got away from me, and in that mending way one proceeds in before I knew it the whole thing had taken on the aspect of a negative. That odd negative effect, of meeting another version of yourself, feels nostalgic, an intriguing state of being not at all yourself.

So, it is the continuing study of Robert Capa, his photo of a boy watching a parade for the commenoration of the annexure of Belgium. Whatev...

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Pole Star - Knitter's Witty Art

How exciting a knitta pole piece on my own suburban street. Of all street art forms, the knitted additions to poles and street furniture are perhaps the most endearing, taking the homely craft of knitting and subverting it into that oft threatening thing, Art-that-no-one-asked-for, art-without-a-frame, the sinister, the oh-my-god- the-neighbourhood-is-getting-taken-over-by-hoods, and that-is-not-art Art This pole, an ugly leftover from some past council edict has, seemingly, spontaneously blossomed into what one might regard as a character, a purler with a crew neck and purple heart.

How exciting a knitta pole piece on my own suburban street. Of all street art forms, the knitted additions to poles and street furniture ...

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To Gild the Crumpet

A rainy Sunday morning with the weather making a great racket on the roof and trees? Might as well stay in and gild a crumpet. This honey glazed one here did not last out the drawing. In a mix media moment, I took up the offer of some acrylic gold to add the swirling detail to the bread and butter plate, and gave a Midas touch to the yeastie breakfast cake, or is crumpet correctly classifed as a bread?

A rainy Sunday morning with the weather making a great racket on the roof and trees? Might as well stay in and gild a crumpet. This honey...

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Nested Nests & The Resting Interloper

These aggregate or nested nests, blow-ins from the bird world, went through an empty nest phase, prompting the question is a nest a nest if there is nothing in it? Is a house a house if it does not house?
The bob-tailed snub-beaked white-breasted whistler, who wheezes something like an A, might be an interloper or a steadfast tenant, whose gravitas keeps the nests well -balanced.

These aggregate or nested nests, blow-ins from the bird world, went through an empty nest phase, prompting the question is a nest a nest i...

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Handy Hank & The Old School Skiis

While some men favour the old school tie, Hank Brassica, Bart's second cousin, has a penchant for what he calls his Old School Skiis. While it does snow quite some, and then a bit more, in Winters in Flemington and Lambertville, as there are no slopes to speak, no resorts or, well, really anything but fields and snow, most all of the Farmhand folks think Hank must have a permanent case of brain freeze. Still, he does a reasonable job of fixing fences and repairing electric jugs, though most folks sensibly want let him into the house with that lumber glued to his shoes.

While some men favour the old school tie, Hank Brassica, Bart's second cousin, has a penchant for what he calls his Old School Skiis...

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Farmer Brassica's Ethel Merman Moment

It will be a surprise to some folks but Farmer Bart's musical tastes run to musicals, albeit those with an agricultural or country flavour. One of his favourite songs is 'Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries'. This large bowl of cherries is Bart's Spring Tribute to Ethel Merman, though he admits the grapes make it somewhat of a pastiche. Mavis says she could swear she heard Bart whistling 'I heard it through the grapevine' but Granny Eggwhistle declares Mavis must have tinnitus as the only thing that whistles at the Brassica Farm is the kettle.

It will be a surprise to some folks but Farmer Bart's musical tastes run to musicals, albeit those with an agricultural or country f...

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Green-grey leaves, white-green gumnuts - the compact architecture of vases

Mostly when I sketch a vase of something, at least a little of the vase gets in, but here the white glass wide-lipped vase is nowhere to be seen. One vase and its complex contents may demand a number of takes.

Mostly when I sketch a vase of something, at least a little of the vase gets in, but here the white glass wide-lipped vase is nowhere to b...

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Black Board Singing in the Early Night

At our regular weekday or Sunday night dining spot, Billy Swings on Spit Road, Mosman, the blackboard is centre stage. Are blackboard menus more convivial than paper menus? Each has it's own particular pleasures and pitfalls but the idea that the whole list of foods can be dusted off may make it just that more appealing with the get-it-while-you-can sense of dailiness that a chalk board gives. That said I do hope they don't rub off the grilled scallops,with bouidin, pear puree and salty caramelized walnuts anytime soon, or the silver dory, which feels nearly virtuous resting lightly on its jumble of fresh cauli florets, curls of tender squid and parsley, the lot infused with warm saffron flavours. The new thing which is not on the menu is a tiny cup of intense capsicum soup as a complimentary amuse-bouche. We are amused.

At our regular weekday or Sunday night dining spot, Billy Swings on Spit Road, Mosman, the blackboard is centre stage. Are blackboard menu...

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Water Under the Bridge - Keirle Park 's out and back walk.

With tennis lesson suspended this winter school term as Master T. has been skiing at Winter School, I've missed my weekly visits and subsequent postings from Keirle Park. A reminder came in September, in the June 2011 issue of Antipodes, a USA journal that features Australian literature, which published my poem 'Water Under the Bridge' - an observation of Manly Lagoon.

Water Under the Bridge

November, late afternoon, the lagoon

double-dinks its load of light and water

under Queenscliff Bridge, condensing

its tessellations where the current squeezes

round the pylons; it’s traveling under, out,

digging greener beds and purling

round a brown and upright stick, over

the filamental green superannuated shells.

Then radiating around the canter-

lopping, high-stepping setter that circles

in his feathered wet and prancing joy,

it slides east, past the shadow

of the bridge, nips out the inlet’s

quicker deeper breach into the surf,

laps the feet of the man who zips

himself into a Short Tom, kicks out

as salt spray across the face of waves,

it paves a gully ramp for the kite-boarder

who half sails, half flies; runs sweet

on its dispersing ways.

With tennis lesson suspended this winter school term as Master T. has been skiing at Winter School, I've missed my weekly vis...

at 08:15

The Leaf Measure Axiom

To Observe Late Afternoon Snow

Take a pair of ski boots, skis and stocks that have been marinating, overday, two feet and two shins until they're tender. Remove skis and stocks, carefully set them aside for another use. Awkwardly measure out your ski-boot steps from the locker to the Village Bus Stop, Route 2. Arrange that the mini-bus is late, so you have enough time to be properly waiting. Notice, a line of trees behind you, and that each leaf of snow gum holds as much snow as physics will allow. Pause to reflect upon the stacking ability of snow's fine crystalline matrixes, how each leaf holds its own measure. For some minutes you will be oblivious of macerated feet and lumpen shins, wind-chaffed skin, wet gloves, tiredness and waiting. You might also observe the axiom that each thing has its own measure of snow.

To Observe Late Afternoon Snow Take a pair of ski boots, skis and stocks that have been marinating, overday, two feet and two shi...

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Three Views Towards Kosciusko

I've been away listening to mountains, the silent fall of snow.Though it's early Spring, something like a winter front waltzed across Thredbo. The myth that Eskimo-Aluet languages have thirteen words for snow might be plausibly overtaken by one about an Australian Alpine dialect with fourteen words for slush. One might also coin a word, let's say snowslept, to describe a child so tired from skiing they fall asleep on the chairlift's descent, body softening so they might slip, snow coated parka and Milo bib, between the seat and bar. Then the word for watching, brushing off the snow, an arm around them as a safety net, saying, quietly; wake up, this is not a good place to fall asleep.

I've been away listening to mountains, the silent fall of snow.Though it's early Spring, something like a winter front waltzed acr...

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Farmer Bart : Arch Fruit Arborist

While Farmer Bart Brassica's acreage is far from tropical, leastwise not this decade, for some time he has aspired to a tropical paradise, with pineapples, bananas and papaya - papaya is something Bart declares must be the original cash crop on account of its name. By corollary Bart is adamant that growing pawpaw would be tantamount to a fiscal hex and says he would not consider planting it even if they shifted the equator line so it ran right through his farm.

To give his place a tropical feel Bart has constructed the Fruit Arch from oversize fruit rock that was sent to him from an admirer in Brisbane. Mavis is not quite happy about this sweet art.

While Farmer Bart Brassica's acreage is far from tropical, leastwise not this decade, for some time he has aspired to a tropical paradi...

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Two takes on The Boatman - Cave's Trip to The Lime Tree Arbour

The only connection between Nick Cave's title song from The Boatman and this reconvening take on Robert Capa's photograph of a Chinese boatman might be the word 'Boatman'. Capa's photograph only had one tillerman but as I spent too much space on the tiller, leaving the man himself was half out of the frame, I put other some parts of him over to his left. Not, it seems, a good idea. That aside paper and the cobalt water colour have their moments. One could nearly imagine the river water.

The only connection between Nick Cave's title song from The Boatman and this reconvening take on Robert Capa's photograph of a Chi...

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Conversion Factors - Shallots Whole/Shallots Sliced

The waiter at Tanpopo, noticing this sketch of the chef, said "He is a lot scarier than that!"
What is scary for a chef? Eyes like sharp knifes, a temper that leaks like a sieve? How scary can one get in an open plan kitchen? Setting off on this sketch, I thought I might get in the lovely purple colander ( off stage left) and the bunch of whole shallots on the counter top, the latter vanished to reappear sliced into rounds -though mysteriously still wearing their white beards.Was this pre-prep prep? I had chai-sui ramen, which was excellent, rich stock and thick slices of well done pork belly. Sadly I over-ordered and I could not finish my three gyoza with their nicely chilli oily dipping sauce.

Tan Popo is opposite The Oaks '[which I notices is an anagram of Ask Theo] on Military Road, Neutral Bay, Neutral Bay.

The waiter at Tanpopo, noticing this sketch of the chef, said "He is a lot scarier than that!" What is scary for a chef? Eyes ...

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The Use of Chrysanthemums for Button Holes in Radical Oration

Ok, so the title here is a chintzy rehash of 'The Use of Marigolds By the Man in The Moon', but perhaps the fellow, described in the Complete Photographs of Robert Capa - from which this drawing take as its source - as a Japanese radical leftist may agree with me. What is starting to puzzle me more and more is the relationship between photographs, memory and drawings. If this sketch prompts me to recall,with clarity, the photo was which is was taken, why do photographs of dead friends subsume the real life images we have of them?

Ok, so the title here is a chintzy rehash of 'The Use of Marigolds By the Man in The Moon', but perhaps the fellow, described in the...

at 15:44

Lunch at Tanpopo - Bento Boxing, and Notes for another day

Last week the penultimate page in my sketch book was this louche sketch of the salad and miso soup, the two sized stacks of plates. It is all pretty hazy, as if it wasn't quite real, the looseness of each item an aid to remember it rather than the scene itself. We both had bento boxes, and they were very good, my one with baked pumpkin and bok choy, some grilled silver cod ( I guess ) glazed with miso, some tender simmered pork belly with mustard, and fresh slices of sashimi. Am I forgetting something? Shiro miso, rice and a small salad. I think Tanpopo is turning into my Dan Dan replacement.

Last week the penultimate page in my sketch book was this louche sketch of the salad and miso soup, the two sized stacks of plates. It is al...

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Night Blossoming Heaters -

The night blossoming heater, like some wild weed, has invaded sidewalks cafes and pizza places in Sydney. During the day they are mostly mere observors, small metallic umbrellas that are short on shade. By night they flare up, big bunsen burners, radiant efflorescence of blue, yellow and red. While they make pavement tables a cosier proposition, I am not sure about all that heat being pumped out into the plein air, warming mostly ones face. Though one looks less chic, wrapped in the rugs put out by many thoughtful cafes, I think it might be less taxing on our climate.

The night blossoming heater, like some wild weed, has invaded sidewalks cafes and pizza places in Sydney. During the day they are mostly me...

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Crocodile Tears and the River Nile

For reasons both practical and nostalgic, I bought this gift set of vintage Nile Hankies. For running noses, yes - oi there it goes - come back Nose* - no I mean of course the nose that leaks a bit when the legs are running, or one might say, joins in that game. Unlike its modern counterpart, the tissue, that has launched a million fissures, with it's half-life of ten seconds running backwards, the lady's hankie, embroidered, is in for the long run.
* At this point I would recommend reading Gogol's The Nose

For reasons both practical and nostalgic, I bought this gift set of vintage Nile Hankies. For running noses, yes - oi there it goes - come...

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Buried Treasure - Dig Deep, Plant and leave: Jolly Rotten

My friend found this mysterious item on the beach, I gravitated to it last Friday. It was cold and windy, the sky was organising itself for a serious Nil Visibility Deluge. Intrigued and careless of warnings about the smell, I took it home, leaving it out in the rain. Next day at sea..... as they say...

It had been my intention to draw this, a kind of get-to-know-you, getting-to-feel-at-home-about-you thing. It was all that I could do to take these photographs, and then dash inside to scan this. While what I think is two species of sponge, cungevoi and a sea-tulip, with barnacles welded in, was quickly sent back outside, the pong of it, the unrelenting olid stench, with its air of rotted prawn and festered crab, its whiffy overtures of putrescine, its glued-in on-the-bugle high notes, were not so easily dismissed. I got a shovel and dug deep into the vacant vege garden bed, buried it deep and packed in the earth on top, with a blessing and an apology to the poor innocent herbs in the next bed.

Then I scrubbed the gloves I was wearing and then my hands. The scent lingered as they say in romance novels. Took a shower, washed my hair. Put on clean clothes. The smell kept coming back to me. Maybe it was a stray molecule or perhaps it was not a real smell, but the memory of the foetid odour that had etched itself on an incredulous neural loop that kept replaying like a scene from a car accident that killed the family dog when you were seven. The thing itself is still morbidly fascinating, and sometime soon, when my brain has stopped revivifying its dead-dog stink, I am going to draw it.

My friend found this mysterious item on the beach, I gravitated to it last Friday. It was cold and windy, the sky was organising itself for ...

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Egg Sitting Strategy

A while back Bart Brassica fancied himself as a Chicken Scientist, and set out to cross a Black Orpington with a Leghorn to get really large eggs. The Leghorns avoided Bart to such an extent that one day the whole flock of them walked over to Granny Eggwhistle's place, where she invited them into her hen house. The Orpingtons, laid a few eggs but there were not all that big. Bart had these oversize paper mache eggs built to inspire the hens to greater things. The Orpingtons have cackled about these monoliths amongst themselves, and can still be seen shaking their heads over Farmer Brassica's scheme.
Mavis Eggwhistle, picking up some eggs from her Granny, said Bart must have some other motive, to which Granny Eggwhistle, who rarely agrees on principle, concurred, adding that motive was To Make a Fool of Himself.

A while back Bart Brassica fancied himself as a Chicken Scientist, and set out to cross a Black Orpington with a Leghorn to get really large...

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Orchids Showing Off - As I was going to St Ives

Setting off on Friday to St Ives Showground for the annual Orchid Show the rain blitzing Wakehurst Parkway in that unpleasant, now-you-see the-road now-you-dont-way, I gave up on the prospect of a pleasant treat and waited to Saturday's better weather. While the Orchid Show is certainly not drawing the chi-chi crowd I loved the displays, the orchids, the delightfully chatty older ladies on the desk - "Aren't you Excited ?", one asks, "Oh Yes!" I say, and it's true. There was actually a display set up with a faux treasure chest, pirates's map, skull and gold coings, the chest filled with orchids. This fellow, large and leering, has not been distorted all that much by the camera angle. While this year's show is over, watch out for next years!

Setting off on Friday to St Ives Showground for the annual Orchid Show the rain blitzing Wakehurst Parkway in that unpleasant, now-you-see ...

at 08:44

A Shoe-In: No 1. Words that sound like what they do.

Like many words 'shoe' starts to sound odd if you say it for a while, it starts to shuffle along like slippers, leave meaning's room, shooed out, showing signs of wear and tear, as the open 'oe's fade to leave the 'sh'. And saying that suggests some conflation between the foot's sole and and toe, to make up the outer casing, the second skin, of skins, that sometimes stand around alone, in pairs.

Like many words 'shoe' starts to sound odd if you say it for a while, it starts to shuffle along like slippers, leave meaning'...

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Mayfair Mornings' Chancey Re-Do as Skid Row

This wheat paste is past it's use by date, peeled and peeling corners, faded text, but you get the gist. It's Newtown, a grungier lane behind The Hub ( what would that be called now?) but it does seem very Brit.

This wheat paste is past it's use by date, peeled and peeling corners, faded text, but you get the gist. It's Newtown, a grungier la...

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A Short Walk in the Hillocky Moss

A boat shaped Japanese dish, bearing an unseen cargo of gold fish, two types of moss - one in spore the other not, a woman anonymous in her coat perpetually afloat on the breeze made by her forward progress, sunlight powering chlorophyll, add up to a short walk in the hillocky moss.

A boat shaped Japanese dish, bearing an unseen cargo of gold fish, two types of moss - one in spore the other not, a woman anonymous in her ...

at 08:26

Out for a Duck ?

The sketch from Thursday night's dinner at Billie Swings might nearly be one of those New Yorker style cartoon captioning capers. For example " What is this Duck Wall Dorf? " or " That's the last time I go out with the Ducks Mother!"

On the food front my duck liver parfait with fresh lime for starters was excellent and the main act- silver dory with saffron cauliflower, squid and black eyed beans, delicious. The only thing that puzzles me about Billie Swings [ Spit Road, Mosman] is why it's not full of locals.

The sketch from Thursday night's dinner at Billie Swings might nearly be one of those New Yorker style cartoon captioning capers. F...

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Job Lot of Express Draw - Bridges, Bus Types, Scenes from the Garden

The Express Draw app is one of my favourite bus and train diversions, though this set might suggest I should catch public transport more often to get some practice it. What is it that makes the symetry function yield such rigidly sinister faces?

The Express Draw app is one of my favourite bus and train diversions, though this set might suggest I should catch public transp...

at 12:34

Mighty Like a Rose - Mavis Eggwhistle's Tag

Mavis Eggwhistle, as readers might remember, has a flower shop. Mavis has decided to redoctor The Whistle-Stop Floriste, in a edgey urban style but with a floral theme, so she has painted the side wall with pink climbing roses and jonquils, what she calls street art. Her cousin Betty-Lui Whistle has told her it looks more like wrapping paper and consequently Mavis is not speaking to her.
Mavis was worried about doing this this work in watercolour paints - she bought a larged boxed set from Michaels Craft and Art Supermarket but Frank Winkler - who is back in Hunterdon County - assured her that all art is emphemera and after it rains this will be genuine street art, adding, with a wild flourish of his hoe,"We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars".

Mavis Eggwhistle, as readers might remember, has a flower shop. Mavis has decided to redoctor The Whistle-Stop Floriste, in a edgey urban ...

at 08:17

Bart Brassica and the Wild-Eyed Pindos Pony

For some time Bart Brassica has nursed the notion that he could turn what he calls the Three Acres Corrall into either a Dude Ranch or a replica of The Painted Dessert. One of the limitations of having one eye, is that Bart is no judge of distance and the Corrall is not much bigger than a good sized front porch. Undettered by facts, Bart has been decorating the Corral and trying to convince Hamlet, his Pindos Pony, to climb an old stair case he has installed to a lookout, which is really the barn roof. And in case you're wondering about his name, Bart called his pony Hamlet, to suggest a rural village, and is a little puzzled when folks start getting all fancy with stage quotes. Hamlet, has his own ideas and wisely refuses to climb up anything Bart has built. Here you can see Hamlet is rolling his eyes, and deciding whether or not he should bite Bart, to speed up his comprehension on the matter of him climbing stairs.

For some time Bart Brassica has nursed the notion that he could turn what he calls the Three Acres Corrall into either a Dude Ranch or a r...

at 13:04

Azul Press - First Issue of Azul's international literary magazine

Azul Press, a Dutch based international literary publisher have released the first issue of their e-zine Azul, it will be published twice a year and is available for free from Azul Press. (www.azulpress.com) The e-zine includes poetry, prose and one or more portfolios of art and/or photography.eaturing work by poets and visual artists. The work is published in English and Dutch,with poets from Odessa, Maastiicht, Mexico, Bagdad, Montreal, Adelaide and Sydney - I am very pleasesd to have poems in the # 1 Issue.

Azul Press, a Dutch based international literary publisher have released the first issue of their e-zine Azul , it will be published twice a...

at 13:19

Louring Sky Heightened by Clouds

Late Sunday afternoon, coming out of Art Gallery of NSW, a little heady already from a largish dose of images, the whole kaleidoscopic effect of jamming Margaret Olly on top of Sol del Witt, Christo, Simyrn Gill, Jeff Koons to say just a few, the dizzy orientation of it slightly countered by a soothing visit to the lady polo players of the Tang dynasty, naturally the sky is that ominous state often called louring - or if you prefer lowering. The illusion here, or, more precisely over on the ridge more usually called Kings Cross, is amplified as it seems the sky, really the clouds, are almost upon the apartments. These clouds though, accumulate both depth and height, filling up a great swathe of sky ( though that term is usually reserved for vegetation, but why not give the clouds the use of it), so the sky is both towering and lowering.

Late Sunday afternoon, coming out of Art Gallery of NSW, a little heady already from a largish dose of images, the whole kaleidosco...

at 15:49

Five Eight Time

The new Tama drum kit in the music room, cymbals holding their brass faces, expectant, to the sky, while two pairs of sticks, parked on the bass drums, wait. A brush holds still, out of sight, while I scribble this in the gaps of audio editing.

The new Tama drum kit in the music room, cymbals holding their brass faces, expectant, to the sky, while two pairs of sticks, parked on the...

at 14:55

I Shall Wear a Crown!

This emphatic crowning sticker, crows its suave curves curbside at the corner of Spit and Ourimbah Road in Mosman. True ephemera there was a flurry of these stickers around Cremorne and Nuetural Bay, duecedly neat things that weep colour when it rains.

This emphatic crowning sticker, crows its suave curves curbside at the corner of Spit and Ourimbah Road in Mosman. True ephemera there was a...

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