Show Me The Treasure

    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

  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

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

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

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