August 13, 2006

A Poet in The Clouds


A Poet in The Clouds
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The Sydney Biennale gave The Poet an opportunity to float in the clouds. On the gallery wall to his right is a work of art by a New Zealand artist. It consists of hundreds of small canvases arranged in the in the form of clouds. Each canvas has words from the New Zealand dictionary written on it in siver paint. As you walk along the wall the writing seems to fade in and out. The theme of the Biennale is 'zones of contact'. This artist is depicting the contact between the Maori and European cultures in the words. The wall that holds the painting is seen as a point of contact. The clouds are a symbol of a number of things including the land of the long white cloud ... New Zealand.

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The Buddha


The Buddha
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I took The Poet to the Art Gallery of NSW today. I got the parking right this time and found that the door into the gallery just near the parking spot opens right near the cafe. Great stuff for breakfast. Even better, when I checked with the Art Gallery Society Office about the non-appearance of our gallery membership cards, we discovered the members' lounge which is like an airline business class lounge with an art library.

Even though we have been coming here for years and have been members for 3 or four years, it was the first time we have taken one of the free guided talks, two in fact. It was well worth it, making us focus on aspects of particular paintings. The second tour was in one of the current exhibitions, Zen Mind Zen Brush. Fabulous objects and a great talk by the guide.

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July 10, 2006

Blue in Sydney


Blue in Sydney
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I saw this car in the service station where I was having my car inspected for registration. It and the sky beyond reminded me of my great e-pal, Blue. Look very closely at the number plate, too.

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April 24, 2005

Dangar Island Paradise

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About an hour's drive north of the Sydney suburb where The Poet and I live is the the village of Brooklyn on the Hawkesbury River. Every hour or so a little ferry collects passengers from the jetty in Brooklyn and takes them out to Dangar Island.

Dangar was originally used by the Dharuk people as a source of food but they were wiped out by disease following the arrival of white settlers. Mr Henry Dangar built a farm on the island in the mid 1800's and his name was given to it in 1920. These days around 200 people call Dangar their home, either permanently or on weekends.

There are roads on the island but there isn't any cars. If you live or visit there, you have to walk from the jetty to the house. In the shed at the public wharf are a few wheelbarrows that are used to carry heavy items to your house.

We are lucky enough to have friends who own a house on Dangar Island and who generously open it up to two or three times a year to hold writers' workshops. Of course The Poet is a genuine member of this group. I just tag along and pretend that I have some sort of cachet in this talented group but while they read and workshop their work, I just sit and listen, except today when I had the nerve to draw one of the group.

Note that in Australia we usually talk in how long it takes to get somewhere rather than distances.

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