Praying Mantis

Praying Mantis

Tram # 109, Eastbound ~ 13:40 pm, Feb 25, 2010

I just saw a man
he moved like a praying mantis
somewhere between
jerkily and gracefully
all thin and long-limbed.

This man above pretty clearly had some ‘issues of the mind’. He was wide-eyed, a bit jittery and jerky, unshaven, rough around the edges and carried a battered, well-worn old orange backpack. I liked him. He had a friendly, loving face…and he was full of stories.

Drawing 101

Drawing 101

Recently started drawing classes and I can’t recommend them highly enough. For anyone interested in getting out of the left and into the right, check this guy out  –  Ron Curran

Drop all the expectations you’ve ever had about what is a ‘good’ drawing. Forget the "I can’t draw" demon and get yourself down there. And if you’re not convinced by my mini-rant just think of the fun bits –  drawing, beer/wine and nudity.

There is Art and then there is bullying – whether it’s a physical human bully or simply the left side of your brain, they’re both bullies. Piss them off asap. Life outside true art represents some form of bullying, however abstract.

Another good couple of references are, from memory, ‘How the Brain Changes Itself’ re Neuoroplasticity, and ‘Drawing from the Right side of the Brain’ – a 1979 (approximately)  non-technical guide to drawing which highlights the fact that you can learn drawing techniques without technical tuition.

I leave this class almost every time on a high – sometimes the kind of high that makes you want to go and drink alcohol…or you could just go and keep being creative. I choose to be creative. When you’re in the zone don’t waste it on alcohol, make the most of it.

The Life-Span of Resolutions

The Life-Span of Resolutions

In accordance with centuries of anecdotal evidence regarding the life-span of resolutions, by now your New Year’s resolutions should be well and truly sunk. Most of us are simply back in the ring for another round. NYR’s can be such a downer – putting all that unnecessary pressure on oneself. So my resolution for Twenty Ten was to revert to a non-compliance approach by not getting involved in the first place. I am one of the lucky few to be successfully adhering to my resolution. 🙂

Twenty Ten – Year of the Nomad

Twenty Ten – Year of the Nomad

Some ancient cultures say it’s the Year of the Tiger. Contemporaries claim that it’s anything from Year of the Girl Guide to Year of the Zombie Cloud. And then there’s Year of Biodiversity, Year of the Rapprochement of Cultures, Year of the Seafarer, Year of the Android, Year of the Softie – the list goes on. But I say it’s Year of the Nomad – whether here in Melbourne or on the road, a nomadic existence is on the  cards for Twenty Ten.

I encourage you all to try it: start simply – sleep on the couch for the night (probably done that a few times before due to alcohol or relationship ‘issues’) and then get more creative (a tent in the loungeroom, backyard) until you ultimately strike out for more distant lands – in your car, under the stars, couchsurfing, housesitting, etc. There’s a project in it – and I’m working on it. Thus far I’ve had three different abodes for 2010 with a forth lined up for Mar/Apr. Then, over the winter months it’ll probably transform into a road-trip-based nomadism in the Australian central deserts. After that, who knows. Stay Tuned.



A Dog Called Charlie

A Dog Called Charlie

I’m currently looking after a dog called Charlie – it’s getting a bit confusing when visitors start using ‘Charlie’ in their vocab.

Some examples:

"Charlie’s gone and crapped in the backyard again damn it! I have to go and pick it all up."

"Should I give the bones to Charlie?"

"Charlie, you’re not being very friendly today."

More to come over the coming weeks I’m sure.

Old Man on Platform Five – a love story

Old Man on Platform Five – A  Love Story

Nov 21, 2009

As I sit, contemplating a tragic love story I have just finished reading, an old man shuffles by awkwardly, slowly. He seems tired, very tired, and I imagine he wants a seat but is too shy to ask. He continues westbound without stopping or looking my way.

Partly through guilt, partly through sorrow and partly through a deep compassion for humanity which has resulted from the tragic love story, I decide to ask him if he’d like a seat. By now he is 20 metres down the platform, at that point where one often thinks "Oh, he’s too far away now. I won’t bother. It’d be awkward."

But I catch up to him within seconds (it has taken him minutes to travel the same distance) and I ask, "Would you like a seat?" He looks at me with a slightly confused expression.
"Would you like a seat."
Friendly now, in broken English replies, "Oh no, I just stretch my legs. I need to keep moving them." He pauses, "But thank you, that was very kind of you."

And then he continues, "I had set-back today, very bad set-back. I ask young woman to help me with trolley but she not bother saying anything – just keeps walking. It hurt me very deep.", and he places his hand over his heart.

I wish him all the best for his weekend and offer him my hand. We shake, looking into each other’s eyes, he thanks me again and we head off in different directions. I return to my seat which thankfully remained unoccupied and cry for Helene in the love story and for humanity in general.

Cataract Gorge Residency: Day 19 – The Final Day

Cataract Gorge Residency: Day 19 – The Final Day

Dec 19, 2009

09:48 – On Balcony

My final day. Waiting for the kids to arrive for the workshop.

12:43 – at Desk

Just finished my inaugural ‘Visual Treasure Hunt’ along the gorge path with three great kids, Immie, Clem and Peter. Amazing imaginations. I really enjoyed it and definitely plan to do more.