Mum & Jules with Mr James. The number one Hawks fan
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Sunday, 9 June 2013
Labyrinth
Not to be confused with a maze, there is one way in and one way out of a labyrinth. Its purpose is not to be overly challenging, but when walked reflectively we find our perspective constantly and gently changing. Our vision and physical bodies are never facing the same direction for long.
The journey, a spiral with numerous turns is designed to take us to the core, the source, the centre of our being. This ancient symbol of the journey ‘in’ and the journey ‘out’, is a perfect metaphor for the unexpected opportunity of winter.
To withdraw from the world for a time.
To take time, slow time, with our thoughts.
To close in and be comforted.
To reconnect with things of genuine importance… to our soul.
Tuesday, 4 June 2013
Shanti Yoga
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love.
It will not lead you astray.
Rumi
It will not lead you astray.
Rumi
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin
Monday, 3 June 2013
Sunday, 2 June 2013
Bye Bye Rochene
Dear Rochene,
I will never forget your immense generosity, which was highlighted the day that you feed my parking meter all day, suspecting that I was in the library studying after night duty. When I had actually completed night duty and then walked past my car (which was parked in front of ED), and home. After the 30 minute walk I crashed into bed and only stirred by your phone call in the late afternoon when you had checked the library and feared that something had happened to me. You then came and picked me up and drove me to work to collect my car.
Rochene you are a beautiful woman, wife and mother.
Love you and good luck in Bundie.
Will miss you.
X
I will never forget your immense generosity, which was highlighted the day that you feed my parking meter all day, suspecting that I was in the library studying after night duty. When I had actually completed night duty and then walked past my car (which was parked in front of ED), and home. After the 30 minute walk I crashed into bed and only stirred by your phone call in the late afternoon when you had checked the library and feared that something had happened to me. You then came and picked me up and drove me to work to collect my car.
Rochene you are a beautiful woman, wife and mother.
Love you and good luck in Bundie.
Will miss you.
Saturday, 1 June 2013
The Skin of Memory
PASSING BY THE TREE, THE SKIN OF MEMORY
An exhibition by Nathalie Hartog-Gautier
Alliance Française de Melbourne.
Alliance Française de Melbourne.
This body of work from Natalies Hartog-Gautier is a literal and visual narrative on her experience and relationsip with her Aunt who suffers from Dementia. According to the artist, her Aunt remembers very little of the past and to visit her is like entering another world. The exhibition shows her attempt to remember their time together.
When I see her or think of her I attach images which, to use Proust’s expression,“will break the spell”. My aunt doesn’t speak French anymore and from the new language she has created, I developed a set of poems based on our surrealistic conversation. They translate my emotion into written sounds and rhythms.The paintings of geometrical shapes are a representation of the space we live in but with illusions and distortions translating the world my aunt lives in.
To remember the everyday objects that were part of her life: she uses rubbings on paper such as the armchair she used to sit on and other pieces of furniture. These images and the fragile paper vessels she has constructed from cotton fibers containing balls of bright blue wool, carry their own memory of the passing of time. Remnants of a past life and the memories of things past. A tactile and intimate pastiche of her life and Natalies recherche du temps perdu.
