“A tale that begins with a beet will end with the devil.”
23rd September 2010
Learning to swim..
We starting taking Sascha back to the pool again recently but he is still pretty reluctant to put his head under the water. I have always found it amazing that he spent all that time growing in a watery world and then became such a land lover so quickly.
Fear
Barnabus Browning
Was scared of drowning,
So he never would swim
Or get into a boat
Or take a bath
Or cross a moat.
He just sat day and night
With his door locked tight
And the windows nailed down,
Shaking with fear
That a wave might appear,
And he cried so many tears
That they filled up the room
And he drowned.
Shel Silverstein
In Utero
Chadwick Tyler
Eduardo Reciefe
Martin Johansson
Felix Baumsteiger
Grant Gee / Radiohead
TxemaYeste
Jason de CairesTaylor
Barbara Cole
6th September 2010
Sheltering old volcano.
For the last few months Hermione Merry and I have been dreaming up a photo story that we would shoot with friends and family at a glorious, relaxed and playful camping trip in the crater of Mt Franklin. Cue crazy once in a decade style floods, with winds and lighting cracking trees near little families snuggled in flimsy tents pegged to within am inch of their lives. It was a bit rushed and chaotic but there were moments when it felt pretty grand and below are a few glimpses from the day before we work out what we are going to do with it all.
1st September 2010
Abandoned buildings
Yesterday we finally went and explored the old warehouse that backs on to the alley behind our house. We have always wondered whats inside its beautiful old brick interior and the newly open door hanging off its hinges finally enticed us in. I would have been in total bliss finding this place when I was studying textiles at art school at a time when I was quite enamored with abandoned spaces (The Empty Show). The first room we wade through is a musty thread soup, opening up into a vast area of dusty machines, boxes spilling thread, spikey implements, and graffiti practice.
Below is the work of some photographers whose evocative images document the beauty and melancholy of abandoned places.
David Maisel
Library of Dust
2005 — 2006
“. . . these canisters hold the cremated remains of patients from an American psychiatric hospital. Oddly reminiscent of bullet casings, the canisters are literal gravesites. Reacting with their ash inhabitants, the canisters are now blooming with secondary minerals, articulating new metallic landscapes.”
— Geoff Manaugh, Contemporary
Edward Burtynsky
http://www.edwardburtynsky.com
‘The city of Shenyang, located in China’s northeast Tiexi District, was until very recently China’s industrial backbone and home to the most densely focused concentration of heavy industry.’
Kevin Bauman
100 Abandoned Houses
‘The abandoned houses project began innocently enough roughly ten years ago. I actually began photographing abandonment in Detroit in the mid 90’s as a creative outlet, and as a way of satisfying my curiosity with the state of my home town. I had always found it to be amazing, depressing, and perplexing that a once great city could find itself in such great distress, all the while surrounded by such affluence.’
Yves Marchand & Romain Meffre
‘Ruins are the visible symbols and landmarks of our societies
and their changes, small pieces of history in suspension.’
19th August 2010
92 years
When we were last in Canberra we stayed with my dad and my sister at my nana’s house, where she has lived for as long as I can remember. My grandfather was an ambassador and the house is full of beautiful old things from the places they were posted. The house hasn’t changed much since I was a child – being pleasantly horrified by grandpa’s tales of having to politely eat goats eyeballs, which can’t be chewed and have to be swallowed whole, dropping all manner of things into the laundry shoot and running down the stairs to fish them out of the perfectly placed laundry basket below and bathing in 5cm of water in the pink girls bathroom so I wouldn’t drown.
