Painting this one in acrylics on paper might not have been the world’s greatest plan. But if you start off with one plan and then it evolves into another – hey. I always start off with acrylics as if they were watercolours (see the starting pics here) and then get far too enthusiastic trying to … Read more
You can’t really read while cycling (I’m told) but the library makes a nice meeting point in the late spring sunshine.
Behind the rather noble facades along Drummond St in Carlton there is a happy jumble of mismatched windows, faded render, perfunctory stairs and iron sheeting, serviceable brick chimneys and pipework. The group of buildings from the tradesman’s side, feels more like a lively family compared with the stern well-dressed faces along the street.
After a long day wrangling everything from massive dinosaurs to unicellular diatoms – and the small matter of 5 million human visitors a year! – the staff of the Mother of all Museums take a breather outside the entrance of the Waterhouse Building. Surely one of the world’s most visually entrancing buildings – as ornate … Read more
We often don’t pay much attention to what’s above eye height. The sun washed walls of a pretty row of terraced shops on Lygon St, caught my eye and revealed that one shop had a former life as the Victorian Meat Market. I couldn’t find out much more, but the terrace kindly also showed it was … Read more
This pool of light, weak then bright, at the far end of the garden was welcome after a cold blast. Meanwhile the mop headed roses continue to climb and irresistibly shine all on their own. Spring will move on (further south I suppose), so their parting glimpse already fades and will soon be gone.
Wouldn’t want kindly followers to feel I am not grafting in the background just because the posts are falling off. (The day job has been crazy as well.) This is the work in progress out in the shed atm. Just exploring the whole tonal thing and will get some colour worked in soon. I was … Read more
My big girl was over the moon to win a spot at the Melbourne Blogcademy last week. The two day blog-fest is run by three bright young things for other bright young things. I don’t think you have to be young, or even a woman, to be a blogcadette — but I think there is … Read more
I was fortunate to find myself at an exhibition by two of Indonesia’s founding contemporary print makers at Galeri Soemardji when I was in Bandung in May this year. The two artists, Haryadi Suadi and T Sutanto, now in their 80s, have worked and studied together throughout their careers. They were young contemporaries in 1964 when … Read more
‘…Nobody seemed to have spoken for an age. Cam was tired of looking at the sea. Little bits of black cork had floated past; the fish were dead in the bottom of the boat. Still her father read, and James looked at him and she looked at him, and they vowed that they would fight … Read more