Ian Potter Symposium

The Cunningham Dax Collection,

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4/1/00 10pm.

Drinking far less and feeling much better. 

Things in the home are in better order now, maybe that has helped too.

My tolerance of the kids has improved and my energy levels have increased.

Positive, positive, positive.

Gertrude Street Gallery

Red

I took Mum tonight to see MTC's production of "Red".

While the night air was crisp and hinted at the Winter chill that is to come, we ventured out together for a night at the theatre to celebrate her Birthday.

In 1958, abstract expressionist Mark Rothko began painting his vast canvasses for the exclusive Four Seasons restaurant. It will be the culmination of his art: a series of sublime expanses of red – landscapes to be lost in, seas to be submerged in. These works will form the biggest commission of the modern art world, but will they be his undoing?

Happy Birthday Ma

I love you even more today.

Night and day

... I have been working to complete the first submission for my studies at the Unviersity of Melbourne.

During the quiet hours of the early morning, as the world outside sleeps; as the bays sleeps; I take another sip of stale coffee and contemplate esotetic asethetics...

Sleep has become a distant friend.
I miss her tenderly.
I ache for the comfort of repose and a quiet mind.

NEW12

ACCA's annual NEW12 exhibition puts the spotlight on six cutting-edge works by six mid career/emerging artists. This year the commissions represented centred on "Immersive Sensory and Spatial Environments".

Angelica Mesiti, Citizens Band.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYUbPY_J_wU&feature=youtu.be

If there’s one work that speaks louder than any, it’s that of Angelica Mesiti’s stunning four-channel video work Citizens Band. Comprising four screens arranged in a perfect, inward-facing square and unfolding in four distinct chapters, the work simply and poetically captures the unlikely musical performances of a quartet of migrant protagonists. Cameroon percussionist Geraldine Zongo drums the water of a Parisian indoor swimming pool, creating echoing rhythms with only the dunk and splash of her hands. A tradition which was taught to her by her grandmother in th rivers of Tanzania; Algerian Mohammad Lamourie sings a haunting lament to the plink and plonk of his decrepit Casio keyboard on the Paris metro; Mongolian throat-singer Bukhchuluun Ganburged plays a traditional fiddle and flaunts his incredible vocal craft on Sydney street corner; and Sudanese taxi driver Asim Goreshi whistles angelically in the front seat of his Brisbane cab.Indoor Parisian swimming pools, kinetic light sculptures and replica primate enclosures from the Berlin Zoo, all feature in the latest chapter of ACCA’s annual exhibition series, NEW12.

Opening of doors

'When I went to. Europe for the first time, it felt like two big doors opening up. It was as though I suddenly became fluent in a language I'd been learning all my life'.

Francis Dunn
Director
John D. Dunn Antiques,
Malvern, Victoria.

Summer memories...

Summer play-time 2012

Rosebud West Beach

Rossi

...the love affair has began.

Jenny Watson's art exhibition

Eric Leed author of the The mind of the traveler (1991) states that "the mind of the traveler or is driven by contradictory needs, desiring "motion and rest, liberty and confinement, indeterminacy and definition", while Dr. Chris McAuliffe Curator, Ian Potter Museum of Art, the University of Melbourne, suggests that "it is the sequencing of these desires into a resolved journey, both literal and metaphorical, that blanches the contradictions".

In Women and the journey: the female travel experience (1993), Catharine Simpson indicates that "women often pay more attention to the process of the journey then men do. Rather than seeing travel as a matter of taking territory or marking the boundaries of a space, women travellers seek connections, engagement and above all a sense of affect". 

Responding to the pleasures and dangers that arise from this engagement is what gives Jenny Watson her voice. Not "what did I see?" nor "where did I go?" but "what did I feel?".

Lunch with the girls

Easter Monday and a decadent long lunch with treasured girl friends Lee, Jamilla and Suz at 

'Sweetwater Cafe', Chateau Yerring.

Easter

Attending the Solemn Mass on Good Friday at St Columbus in Elwood was an emotional and moving experience, particularly as I began to reflect upon the nature of 'human suffering' and how it can not be defined by race, culture, education, age or sex. It is a universal experience. And yet despite being united by this common experience, we often inflict suffering upon one another though judgement and indifference.

I hope that we act with grace and compassion this Easter and remember the sacrifices that have been made, to enable us the opportunity to be at peace and pursue happiness.

Trust

Not every opportunity that is presented (no matter how much they were once desired and intangible), needs to be accepted.

Pursuing the right choices become effortless, when there is flow.

Knowing which opportunity I should invest in, was for a long time a real dilemma for me, time consuming and emotionally depleting. The mired of opportunities 'seemed' like a banquet, but in reality harboured uncertainty and perpetuated greater reluctancy to commit.

In the last few days, another opportunity that seemed so lovely and possible was reconsidered and graciously declined. No ego involved. No doubt. No double checking.

I have a vision for my life and more so than before, I now have the clarity to see things as they are, not as I would like them to be.

There are times in our lives, when our dreams lie on distant shores; and then there are times, when our dreams are like the tide. They ebb and flow until they either slowly seep into our lives or drift out to sea. Nothing is static.

Something beautiful

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhswOlqbPUU