30 March 2013

sand


City rain.
Wouldn't it be happier
Landing on soft sand?



24 March 2013

magpie


Afternoon tea
When the magpie whistles
Quietly.


23 March 2013

hubris



Each week I have been watching on SBS (Australia), a documentary by the formidable Ken Burns entitled The Dust Bowl. It is a very moving portrait of the Southern Plains during the 1930’s where people living there were doubly penalized by not just the Depression, but by the dust storms which plagued their lives for a decade. It is a side of American history which seemed to have circumvented my own life; it is the decade of Roosevelt and the New Deal. I am struck by the obvious disconnect with the history of my mother’s wealthy family who built a summer house in 1932 comprising over twenty five rooms overlooking the Atlantic ocean. Needless to say, this family was staunchly Republican, and I grew up under the shadow of this one sided thinking. My mother lived on a small island of wealth surrounded by an ocean of poverty. 

Of course, it is a documentary of grand proportions which does not blame anyone except perhaps that all American quality which we know as Hubris.  We attacked the great plains with an unbridled passion for creating what we thought would be a life of plentitude by ripping out the grasslands which had protected the Plains for a millennium. Its the story of Boom and Bust which seems to propel the American spirit. Somehow, it made me think of George W. Bush and how he and his cohorts conned so much of the American populace into invading Irak just 10 years ago this week. 

It may be too late to save us from our Hubris, but still, we live in interesting times.  Maybe, just maybe, through the freedom of the internet, knowledge and wisdom have a better chance of touching the younger generation among us. 

20 March 2013

eagle


Without moving
An eagle goes up 
Under the rain cloud.




14 March 2013

Razzi and Casper

From the New York Times last week I fell upon these really interesting drawings made by young school children in Staten Island. Back in November, 2012, a pony and a young zebra escaped from their owner's home and cavorted through the quiet streets of Staten Island. These were done in response to the event. 
I find them fresh and original; revealing 'Beginner Mind' which many artists try to seek as adults later in life. Only a fortunate few manage to hang on to it through childhood and adolescence, for it seems to peel off us like bark from a tree as we become developed 'conceptualizers' and 'experts'.










08 March 2013

hidden


Hidden
From whom
Spider web?


07 March 2013

story of my life


mood


In a sad mood
You too!
Morning mirror.


04 March 2013

sumo


The sumo wrestler
Brought down
By kiss of a tick.


03 March 2013

wet



Tears of rain,
Lean on my wet shoulder
Dear clouds.



24 February 2013

rain


When the rain stops
All at once
The frogs want to speak




19 February 2013

everybody does it (yawn)

Yawns from Everynone on Vimeo.

cemetery


White cemetery
My bathroom sink
Where ants come to die.


14 February 2013

squabble


In the eucalyptus 
They squabble too
The morning magpies.


13 February 2013

05 February 2013

ivory


How pretty!
That elephant trinket
Made from ivory.

revenge


All day long
I kill time - but now
Evening takes revenge.



04 February 2013

Alas


Alas... morning mind!
It grows bright flowers
Which die each night.


02 February 2013

crumbs


No thanks
From the magpie
For the crumbs I throw.


19 January 2013

emptiness!


The emptiness!
A room without flowers
Or children.


18 January 2013

frog


Happy frog!
From the drainpipe
An evening song.

15 January 2013

rain!


Rain! fill my tanks,
The buttercups, 
And my sorrow too.


12 January 2013

Milky Way


Milky Way!
Where I'll be buried
Someday.


11 January 2013

Asia Pacific Triennial 2013, Brisbane

The other day I made a trip to the Asia Pacific triennial of Contemporary Art in Brisbane. I had seen the last two and looked forward to this outing with friend Dieter Neumann. Almost immediately, I sensed that it would be an underwhelming experience. Alas, yes,... but with one big exception in the work of Lorraine Connelly-Northey whose renditions of Aboriginal women's handbags hang on the long large wall of the top floor. They are fashioned out of old metal materials found in dumps everywhere; barbed wire, thin wire mesh, plumbing pipes, old wired bed frames and other bits and pieces. I am rarely spellbound by 'Contemporary' Sculpture but I find these simply beautiful; transcendental even, in that way that great things always are. To see just this work by her is worth the 2 hour drive from Byron Bay. To be fair, I am not seduced by so much 'Contemporary' work. (What does it mean to call something Contemporary anyway?) To me, its pretentious and invented for the masses by Dealers and otherwise ambitious young museum curators who graduated from University in the past 20 or so years. (sigh.. I won't go on with my obvious contempt for this academic drivel.) However, these kinds of shows are geared to our most infantile need to be entertained. (They are, by the way, a big hit with children under the age of 17) 

If we are not being entertained, we seem to be  banged over the head with social or economic issues which, I feel, are often better treated in a documentary film format, or Photographic journalism then under the banner of 'Art'. (Why the Art tag anyway?) There is a persistent didactical condescension which seems to ooze out of so much work these days that it gives me a headache. I believe it must have something to do with the Post-Modernist education to which many of these graduates adhere. 

But, if in Brisbane, do go see this show. There are things which will get your mind moving which I know is a good thing but, wouldn't it be nice to simply be moved by a work of art than entertained by it?

Go see the work of this very gifted artist Lorraine Connelly-Northey. 







































10 January 2013

fingertips


Fingertips of 
Uncertainty, 
The rain this night.



07 January 2013

punch!


A punch 
In the face-
The East wind.


06 January 2013

heart


Under the ripe moon
This sweet mango
Of my bitter heart.


04 January 2013

mangos


Sweet mangos, 
The tree
Just out of reach!