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1.25 pm, Tue Nov 8, 2016 – Monsieur Sublet, with the laptop, in the reading room, Bibliotheque Sainte-Genevieve, Paris, France.

It’s been quite some time since we last communicated, and much has passed through my system…via Melbourne, Tassie, Europe, Africa, Tassie and back north again.

In this edition:

1) Le Temps du Regard Exhibition in Paris.
2) Home Studio Sale – Charlie Sublet and Helene Rajcak, Sun Nov 27, 2016, Paris.
3) Runner-Up Award – University of Tasmania’s 125th Anniversary Exhibition, The Field
4) From the Archives – ‘Man & Dog’, Delhi, India, 2011
5) Random Bits – Annus Horribilis

Le Temps du Regard Exhibition – Paris, France.

Apologies for the late notice, but I’ve just finished a show in Paris – a series of images from across Australia, exhibited at the ‘Centre Hepato-Biliaire’, L’Hopital Paul-Brousse. Thanks to Le Ministere de la Cuture, La Mairie de Villejuif, L’Hopital Paul-Brousse and curators Jeanne Gatard and Helene Rajcak.

Images available for sale. View the image gallery here.

csublet_untitledvi_4web                                     ‘Untitled VI’, 2016

Home Studio Sale – Sun Nov 27, 2016. 3 – 6 pm. Paris

Helene Rajcak (children’s book author/illustrator/painter) and I will have works on sale in our home studio at 17 Rue Poliveau, Paris, 75005. Google Map. All welcome. (contact me for the building entry code).

There will be photographs (on stone, ceramic and paper), children’s books, illustrations and paintings. View Helene’s books and samples of her illustrations/paintings. Samples of my works on ceramic, stone and in ‘matchbox miniatures’ are below. Click on an image for a larger version.

Runner-up Award – University of Tasmania’s 125th Anniversary Exhibition, The Field

I was happy to receive the Runner-Up Award at this exhibition for my image, ‘The Price of Admission’. The show was curated by Amelia Rowe and judged by David Keeling (Two-time Glover Prize-winning painter) and Dr Jane Deeth (arts writer, curator and educator) who said they found themselves returning again and again to this image. You can watch Jane’s TedX talk, ‘What’s Wrong with Contemporary Art’ here.

csublet_thepriceofadmission     ‘The Price of Admission’, 2015


4) From the Archive – ‘Man & Dog’, 2011 (Delhi, India)

 mananddog_2011_csublet_450p                                     ‘Man & Dog’, 2011

5) Random Bits – Taking liberties with Queen Elizabeth II, I can describe 2015 as my annus horribilis, with respect to the departure of several friends and relatives, including my Dad. Make the most of the time you have and let those you love know it. Here’s a pick of Dad et moi in my early years – presumably not an annus horribilis. Note the low angle perspective – pic taken by my brother on his Box Brownie.

dadetmoi                                     ‘Dad et Moi’, Circa 1971/2
Image from the article ’32-incredible-powers-of-queen-elizabeth-ii-you-didnt-know-she-had’. Ha!

Thanks for listening and all the best for the remainder of 2016 and beyond.

Bye for now,


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It’s Time. I’m Off. – Massive Studio Clear-Out Sale

2.27 pm, Wed Jan 28, 2015. Seat 64, Coach 14 – Somewhere under the English Channel.

Yes, it’s true, I’m currently typing underwater. Held my breath as I left London – Hoping to make it to Paris.

In this edition:

1) Studio Clear-Out Sale. For One Day Only! Sunday Feb 8, 12 – 6 pm.
2) Pic of the Month – ‘Jeanne d’Arc’, Paris, France, 2015
3) From the Archives – ‘Yellow Pole’, Brighton, UK, circa 2008
4) Random Stuff – French artist, Helene Rajcak.

1) Studio Clear-Out Sale: It’s Time folks. After 6 years based at The Abbotsford Convent, I’m setting sail for the Big Apple…(Isle) – that’s right…Tassie! For those unaware of where she lays, she’s about as far from the beautiful mad world as possible, amidst beautiful wild wilderness. Next stop Antarctica! So I’m having a massive sale of photographic images to share the past and raise funds for the future. All welcome so feel free to spread the word.

Prices: Discounted by up to 50%. Some below cost. Prices from as little as $5 up to $995.

When? Sunday Feb 8, 12 – 6 pm.

What’s for Sale?Visit the gallery to see a selection of what’s on offer, including:

  • Limited Edition exhibition prints from all my previous exhibitions;
  • Non-editioned prints from small projects and random shoots;
  • Test prints;
  • Prints on acrylic and Prints on stone;
  • Copies of prints held by The State Library of Victoria and other permanent collections;
  • Frames, big and small.
  • And also some prints from my Kimberley colleague, Hunter G. Remember this image?…

‘Iron Storm’, Halls Creek, The Kimberley, 2013

Where? Studio C2:48, 2nd Floor, Main Convent Building, Abbotsford Convent, 1 St Heliers St, Abbotsford. Refer Google Map or Melways Map 44 G5. And check out this fantabulous convent building map…(click to enlarge/download)…

Convent Building Map

Convent Building Map. Bits in red, Copyright Me, 2015.

And if you’re still having trouble navigating the nuns’ maze after you arrive, call me on 0410 757 202 from your near-but-far wilderness location and I’ll guide you in.

A sincere thanks to everyone who has been part of this intriguing wild ride over the past 6-odd years (sometimes with the emphasis on odd). I hope you can make it down to say hello, goodbye and buy, buy, buy!

2) Pic of the Month – ‘Jeanne d’Arc’. Paris, France, 2015

'Jeanne d'Arc', Paris, 2015

‘Jeanne d’Arc’ – Paris, 2015

3) From the Archive – ‘Yellow Pole’. Brighton, England, circa 2008.

'Yellow Pole, Brighton, England, Circa 2008

‘Yellow Pole’ – Brighton, England, Circa 2008

4) Random Stuff – check out the work of wunderbar French artist, Helene Rajcak, who makes wonderful drawings for children’s books, paintings for exhibitions, and other stuff too.

From the children's book 'La Lune Nue', 2006

From the book ‘La Lune Nue’. Helene Rajcak, 2006

Thanks for listening & I hope to see you drop by the studio for the last hurrah on Feb 8.

With love and best wishes. Bye for now,


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Copyright Charlie Sublet (except where noted otherwise).

Newsletter – January, Two-Zero-One-Four

Welcome Back For Another Round….

Fri Jan 24, 2013 – in my studio, overlooking a magnificent liquid amber.

Wow, what a year past! One that finished with some wonderful random feedback from ‘fortyfive downstairs’ Director, Mary Lou Jelbart. Mary-Lou commented that my exhibition, Umbilicus (2006) was one of the outstanding shows of the past 7 years. That feedback is greatly appreciated at this time when I am re-entering the city’s fiery ‘civilised’ atmosphere after my wanderings in the desert. Many of the Umbilicus pics ended up in The State Library of Victoria’s, and Mercy Health’s, permanent collections.  See the pics here.

NB. This is my new newsletter format. Please consider hitting the ‘FOLLOW’ button (towards the top RHS of page) to receive notification when I update this blog with new happenings or  newsletters.

In this edition:

1)     New  Upgraded Website – online now.
2)     Heide Museum of Modern Art – commissioned Matchbox Miniature sets now available.
3)     WildLife project with award-winning ‘Kage’ (Dance Theatre company).
4)     Miss Jugoslavia and the Barefoot Orchestra Performance Shoot – Now Online.
5)     Bob Brown’s Official Address at The Kimberley exhibition – Updated version now online.
6)     From the Archives – ‘Car Yard’, circa 2001.


1) New Updated Website – online now. I’ve migrated a lot of my old galleries and blog posts to this site (coz ‘Live Journal’ and ‘Hosting Bay’ provided ongoing shite service – not unlike Telstra :)).

There are plenty of new galleries too, so please have a good explore when you’re bored, excited or simply keen to procrastinate. You never know what you’ll find – like this moving set of old performing arts pics (many from the Melbourne International Arts Festivals of 2004/5).

‘Light Fantastic’ – 2006 L’Oreal Melbourne Fashion Festival’. Produced by Laetitia Shand.

‘Light Fantastic’ – 2006 L’Oreal Melbourne Fashion Festival’. Produced by Laetitia Shand.

2) Heide Museum of Modern Art – Heide commissioned a new Matchbox Miniatures set of the Heide gardens, sculptures and architecture. These are now available in the Heide store or contact me directly via email  or on 0410 757 202.

Matchbox Miniatures are a set of 10 hand-cut miniature photos served on a bed of hand-torn paper inside an iconic Redheads matchbox. Each box contains a different set of images.

From a previous human/nature series

From a previous human/nature series

3) I recently completed WildLife, a collaboration with award-winning Kage (dance-theatre company). WildLife is a series of three large-scale paste-ups (approx 2.4 x 1.5 m) capturing the tension of the dancers’ intimate movement through the Australian bush and exploring issues of gender, equality, proximity and form. You can see the full series here.

'WildLife III', 2013

‘WildLife III’, 2013

While the exhibition is officially over, the principal dancers, Kate Denborough and Gerard Van Dyck, are still hanging on in the last paste-up….until nature sees them fall…or perhaps bakes them on for eternity?! Visit The Abbotsford Convent to see the real thing, located on the reverse-side of the large map just inside the main entrance on St Heliers Street.

Also, Kage has an incredible new show opening soon (I was lucky enough to see the work-in-progress mid 2013). Seriously, check it out if you can – ForkLift.

4) Miss Jugo and the Barefoot Orchestra Shoot – Now Online. I recently photographed this performance at fortyfive downstairs. Whilst very difficult to photograph due to its beautifully crazed full-on/full-off nature of movement, music and lighting,  Miss J & TBO was excellent.  See some of the pics here and keep your eyes and ears peeled for Miss Jugo’s (a.k.a. Tania Bosak) future performances.

'Miss Jugoslavia and the Barefoot Orchestra', 2013

‘Miss Jugoslavia and the Barefoot Orchestra’, 2013

'Miss Jugoslavia and the Barefoot Orchestra', 2013

‘Miss Jugoslavia and the Barefoot Orchestra’, 2013

5) Bob Brown’s Official Address at The Kimberley exhibition – Updated version now available. For those who were unable to attend Bob Brown’s address or for those who just can’t get enough of the good Doctor’s inspiring words, hear the inspiring climax of Hunter G’s Trans-Continental Odyssey.

On behalf of talented photographer and activist, Hunter G: A big thanks once-again to Bob Brown (visit The Bob Brown Foundation) and also to Dave Meagher/Singing Bowl Media for filming this.

NB Exhibition prints are still available for purchase at ridiculously cheap prices: $250 for an image in excess of one metre wide!; $150 for 30 x 40 cm framed prints; or framed Limited Edition prints (100 x 70 cm) for $695. View the images and Hunter’s contact details here.

'Iron Storm', 2013. By Hunter G

‘Iron Storm’, 2013. By Hunter G

If you’d like to follow Hunter G’s work: ‘LIKE’ him on Facebook; ‘FOLLOW’ him on Twitter; or ‘FOLLOW’ his Blog for photo-essays, stories and commentary. Hunter G’s exhibition work offers beautifully crafted photographic imagery. He also has a soft spot for the absurd, combining creativity and humour to spread the good word – whatever that might be.

6) From the Archives – ‘Car Yard’, Circa 2001.

'Car Yard', circa 2001

‘Car Yard’, circa 2001

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All the best for 2-0-1-4. Thanks for listening & bye for now,


Copyright Charlie Sublet (except where noted otherwise). Most images available for purchase.

Room With A View Exhibition

Room with a View

Room with a View is a photographic exhibition exploring conflicting worlds and ongoing tension, choice and doubt.

Views through windows on the top floor of the old Abbotsford Convent were recreated as transparencies on the ground floor windows lining the courtyard of the same building.

Room with a View is part of the Spiritous Grant Program.

While the physical exhibition has finished, here’s an online version, including a few extras…

Exhibition Details

Dates & Times:

May 1 – 31, 2013. Twenty-Four Hours. NB. Images change depending on time of day and perspective.


Ground-floor windows in the courtyard of the main convent building. Abbotsford Convent, 1 St Heliers St, Abbotsford, 3067, Melbourne, Australia. Directions.


Charlie Sublet is a Melbourne based artist and writer. His work has been acquired by the State Library of Victoria and he has received numerous awards, grants and residencies. Visit for more information.


All images available for sale. Prices vary depending on output type. The original exhibition included 8 Electrostatic Prints (which adhere to a surface using static electricity) and 1 Duratrans (usually used in lightbox displays but equally good on windows, etc.). Standard Type-C prints on paper also available. Please contact Charlie Sublet on 0410 757 202 or via

Images and Text Copyright Charlie Sublet, 2013 and available for sale.

A view of the library from the left side facin...

A view of the library from the left side facing Swanston Street (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Vue panoramique de la salle de lecture La Trob...

Vue panoramique de la salle de lecture La Trobe dans l’université d’état du Victoria, en Australie, prise depuis le 5 e étage. Panorama obtenu en assemblant 4 clichés en format paysage, pris avec un appareil Canon 5D muni d’un objectif 24-105mm f/4 IS. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Taken by Anthony Agius Category:Image...

English: Taken by Anthony Agius Category:Images of buildings and structures in Melbourne (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Article – After The Deluge

A version of the following article and images appeared in edition 373 of ‘The Big Issue‘ magazine in Jan 2011. To see the full series of images visit the gallery

After The Deluge

Across the Christian world, from New York to Paris, Launceston to Lapland, I am the centre of attention, albeit briefly. I stand and wait obediently, bearing the weight of decorations and shadowy family tensions. I am the living, breathing and already slowly dying annual Christmas tree, dramatically severed at the base.

I am a role player, trying to soothe broken hearts and minds and create a semblance of calm amidst the enforced festive frenzy. It’s a difficult job but having kids around lightens the load, except when they pluck my fine fingers from my abundant arms.

The build-up to this once-a-year festival is frenetic and full of contradictory emotions. But much more striking is the post-festive ‘come-down’. It is mercilessly abrupt – like the chainsaw that felled me the first time. Now, once the festival of contradictions is over, I am forgotten. Wrestled from my hold I am unceremoniously and roughly dumped, usually on the nature strip, left to die a slow and lonely, yet at times strangely peaceful, death amidst the fresh green grass.

And that’s if I’m lucky. At other times you may find me torn limb from limb on the unforgiving sidewalk asphalt or, as humiliatingly occurred to me in Paris, left drooping and dejected outside a psychiatrist’s office.

I am left, abandoned and paralysed, to face the weather and suffer the ignominy of passing mongrels lifting their hairy legs to mark their territory – me. Now I belong to them, and the streets. Oh, what a fall from such ceremonial heights. From being the centrepiece, the beacon and the Mecca to which the worshippers of consumption make their annual pilgrimage, to now this – a forgotten, forlorn, ignored, shunned and even despised outcast. I am the post-Christmas Christmas tree, felled from great heights.

Needle by green-brown needle I lose my clothes until I am bare, barren, nothing more than skin and bone. My plentiful and once graceful fingers lie curling on the ground, strewn hither and thither by the winds and passing feet.

Occasionally there is an exception to this depressing end on the streets. The homeless folk along the Canal du St Martin in Paris kept me in good company for many weeks after one Christmas, appreciated and clothed in tinsel, living whilst dying amongst a flock who also know what it means to live and sometimes die on the streets. They gave me care, attention and respect, even if their canine friends didn’t.

But either way I s’pose we all end up in the same place. Hopefully I’ll eventually be mulched, to support my millions of growing but doomed cousins around the globe. 

An Indian Odyssey – Sacred Cows

An Indian Odyssey – Sacred Cows

Rishikesh, June – July, 2011

It would be remiss of me not to have a section on India’s ‘sacred’ cows (which often die a slow painful death due to ingesting plastic bags of food left for them by devotees – no-one ever said they were particularly smart, just ‘sacred’).

Shiva, The Destroyer (in order to create anew), and Krishna, an avatar of Vishnu (‘Preserver of the universe’), helped the cows’ popular rise to fame. Shiva’s vehicle was a bull, representing the brute and blind power, as well as the unbridled sexual energy in man. Krishna was (or perhaps ‘is’) a cowherd…and amorous lover (he apparently had 16,108 wives!).

I grew quite fond of these imposing yet generally gentle beasts during my time there. On one occasion I was repeatedly licked by a cow. It was a very strange sensation – like a thousand cats’ tongues in unison.

Just hangin’ out and chewin’ the fat with some of the locals.

After lunch I usually take a stroll through town to work off some of the calories.

A brahmin bull looking for treats from a holy man.

Oi! What are YOU lookin’ at?!

No-One, Um, I mean Nothing…just absent-mindedly staring at the grass.

I can feel a suede jacket coming on! This fur felt so good.

Some impressive but delicate bits…

Not sure if the cow in the background is more impressed by the substantial gear traveling alongside or simply by the fact that she can lick her own nostrils.

No shame here – you take it where you can get it.

What’s the goss girls?

Refugee from the fashion world.

But Oh, I am soooo cute.

I was once too, but not so anymore – notice my battered and broken horns…and the lovely bit of onion sitting in my nostril, on purpose of course – I keep it there as an ayurvedic nasal stimulant.

Mexican stand-off?

A massive bull with a necklace of money passes through town with curious onlookers in tow.

Just walking along and sudd…

The girl in the background knows I’m up to something.

Oh yeah, tear of joy.

If I stretch my neck any further it’s likely to break.

Hold on, I’ll lift my leg to make it a bit easier for you.

That scene above was too hot…somebody, anybody, get me some water…pleeeease. Quickly.

Hangin’ by the Ganges – doing our daily prayers.


Pepsi Girl.

Surely there’s something other than plastic in here worth eating?

Ah yeah, here it is on the tip of my tongue. ‘MMmmmmm.

The Hand of God – I always wondered what the body looked like that was attached to the hand in that famous painting. Looks like he’s in good shape for his age.

Feeding the bull on the Laxman Jhula bridge.

An Indian Odyssey – The Beatles Ashram

An Indian Odyssey – The Beatles Ashram

Rishikesh – June/July 2011

The abandoned Maharishi ashram where The Beatles stayed in the 60’s and wrote the White album. It’s a massive overgrown complex with astounding architecture – a real shame that it’s falling into ruins although the abandoned atmosphere makes it pretty special.

The main entrance.

Atop one of the multi-storey accommodation blocks with the forest slowly advancing over the years.

Destroying to create afresh.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Some of the very funky meditation domes. The acoustics inside are very impressive when you bang out an "Om".

Meditation dome and sleeping quarters # 19.

A shrine to Shiva, God of Destruction (in order to create anew)


All you need is Love.

The encroaching forest.

Frayed electrical cord.

Below, the Bat Quarters…

The bats hang out in the extremely dark meditation cells which are not dissimilar to solitary confinement cells.

‘Om’ – the sound of the universe

An Indian Odyssey – Rishikesh

An Indian Odyssey

Rishikesh: May 22 – August 1

Ahh, Rishikesh…home of the Western seeker and occasional genuine guru. Yoga Capital of the World. Spiritual Supermarket of the Universe!

Ganga Ma passing through town one evening.

I love this high quality ad offering ‘galactic chronicles’ and ‘once in a lifetime experience’…

and this one asking if you are feeling ‘lovely’…but I’m sure it meant to say ‘lonely’…funny either way…

and this one offering what looks like a course in ‘Tour Guiding’…although no doubt s’posed to be ‘Study Your Guide’.

But enough on yoga and spirituality for the moment, let’s hang with the cheeky monkeys…

Check out this little gremlin – there’s plenty of them about…and they’re very good thieves as well. One girl had her glasses taken clean off her face. She instinctively grabbed them back and the monkey then slapped her across the face. Another girl had a monkey lean over her shoulder and take a single bite form her apple before leaving her be again.

A lean Makak racing across the bridge 70 kms up the river at Devprayag.

They are extremely feisty buggers. My guesthouse owner used to fire his sling-shot at them regularly. I had several stand-offs with them at the guesthouse where they would gang up on me and try to take over the terrace. Mimicking their aggressive style (teeth bared, hissing and growing tall) just seemed to make them contemptuous of me and they would make sudden lunges even closer towards me. So eventually I added some lion-taming tactics with chair in one hand combined with the above and that helped me regain the terrace! But generally I felt a little self-conscious after this circus act and would retreat into my room hoping none of my neighbours witnessed my antics. 🙂

One of my neighbours, desperate for sun, took to sun-bathing bikini-clad on the unfinished top-storey amid reo-iron spikes where she hoped to escape the disapproving eyes of the locals. But I don’t think the solitary construction worker on the adjacent rooftop disapproved. He was unable to peel his eyes off her and get back to work for more than a minute at a time. 3 glances, dig. 3 glances, dig. 3 glances, dig. etc etc. Oh, the poor man, it must’ve been heavenly torture.

On another hot afternoon, policemen escorted two young western women off the river beach for smoking and being in bikinis.

Correct bathing etiquette for women – fully clothed on one of the public ghats in town. It was a beautiful site to watch how groups of women worked together to prevent prying male eyes while they changed from their wet clothes. A group of women would surround the bather and encircle her with a long sari to act as a screen and create a mini changing room.

And now to a common scene, above. Indians would often, without asking, turn their camera on westerners to record the novelty of seeing us fair-skinned, light-haired aliens. Many-a-time they would also ask to pose with us and sometimes, strangely, when they didn’t have a camera they would still ask/demand to pose with us for a photo on our camera but were not interested in receiving a copy of the photo – they seemed to just want the novelty of the experience.

This shop owner was a ripper – every time sometime walked passed he would call out ‘Everything is Possible’ of ‘Fantastico’. He was a bit ‘out there’ or perhaps a bit enlightened – one day I saw him sitting in his shop with multiple dried red streaks running down his face. He had earlier been walking in the rain and his tilaka (which symbolises the third eye) had run all down his face – he felt no need to wipe it off and left it for many hours. He looked like a very relaxed head-injury victim ! 🙂

The Third Eye

Streaks of green fungus grow around this spiritual advertising mural.

One of the many riverside yoga schools.

The Chakras

There are several varieties of yoga schools and spiritual courses around Rishikesh. On one occasion I had a reiki session. Part way through the practitioner abruptly stopped and ran outside to attack monkeys that were attacking her precious cat amid a frenzy of screams, hissing and spitting. Shortly after we resumed the cat jumped suddenly onto my stomach and began preparing a place for its siesta. Tres relaxing!

Yoga aspirant, teacher or neither?

Hanuman, the ape-llike deity, tearing open his chest to reveal Rama and Sita residing in his heart. Hanuman was an ardent devotee of Rama (an incarnation of Vishnu, ‘Preserver of the Universe’). A beautifully tacky sculpture, about 4 metres in height.

Shiva sitting atop a tiger skin at the Ram Jhula ghat – if you’d like to know why you can visit here…

Laxman Jhula (Rishikesh) at night.

An Indian Odyssey – Devprayag

An Indian Odyssey

Devprayag: June 24 – 25

Headed 70 kms up river to Devprayag and the confluence of the Bhagarathi and Alakananda Rivers – the official starting point of The Ganges. Beautiful quiet little town wrapped around the hillside. Slept outside right next to the confluence.

One of the many elegant suspension bridges that cross the river at various locations.

The Hand of God and The Holy Cow.

A skull that I found on the beach – a bit Darth Vadar looking methinks. Probably belonged to a Makak monkey.