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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

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

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

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,

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

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,

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

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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

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

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

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

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

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