Front of Uncertainty

Winter gulls by the pool.
I am uncertain whether to continue this blog or not, it has been petering out, and I think I would like to begin something else, under a new set of thematics. Everything I went through in Japan will always be with me, and I admit I still pore over the images and video that I shot over there, it still fulfills me. I just want to go back! The obsession continues. Something happened to me over there, something extremely deep and strong, and I have that in my heart.
I am full of gratitude for each experience, honestly. But I also need to appreciate the moments here and now.
So so so.

Too much excitement

Can there actually be too much? I don't think so. But it is hurled from above, and taken very seriously by me. Inside I feel I am raging at a constant pace, and then I step out, and it is heightened, shooting me to the moon and stars.
This autumn, the cold weather and events I have been attending are all fuel for awesomeness, how can I explain? Just seizing time and strangling it, and throwing caution to the wind and flying, whirling energy unstoppable, intense but measured, not out of control. I adore being 44, if this is ageing, give it to me!
Highlights were seeing this koto played for a talk given by Japanese living in Australia and making a work visiting Japanese graves around the country and dancing there, "Repose", focusing on kuyo, which is honouring the spirits of the dead...
The Biennale party on Cockatoo Island, a party of great dimensions, too brief, but of excellent proportions.
Daily activities where I nurture myself with yoga and soba noodles, pass time reading and conducting myself in a manner that I am proud of and then evening time where I cut loose and feel a wild untamedness, enjoying a diverse range of people places and actions. It is like Song 2, by BLUR, on repeat.

Sculptures by PJ

Enshrined in ICAN, whittled wood by Peter Jackson.

Green things

The pleasure I got from walking in this bush on Sunday isn't possible to describe. It fed me the greens I was needing and air without car fumes. It was a real up and down climb, past Fishpond and winding through Galston Gorge and further. It was a magic day weather wise with the sun lighting the trees and wondrous ways. Shallow creek beds and golden water moving into greens like dark jade. Bubble trails made by fish or turtles, and an incredible silence, such relief from the pounding of the city. I want to sleep in a room painted these colours.
Janice's father picked us up and we had a lovely meal with her parents and their fat cat, Katie, who hated me.

Red things

Deborah, in her envelope at Amnesty International event forming a life saver on Bondi Beach, Saturday.
Red! It won't stop being important. It keeps poppong up, at parties, in drinks, in every way. Vale Emil Goh, that video of his was so cool, of him chasing after the colour red...whenever I see a postbox I think of him.

Sorry how pretentious

I am a dag. I am just so interested in things and feel so hungry and curious for newness, new knowledge and insight, new lights to spark my greyed matter. The last couple of days have been electric surges, and so vivid. I feel like I am in Japan once more and there are these waves of beauty. You must just slow down and take time to see, appreciate, look and learn. I am grateful.

Ich komme gleich

Wie wunderlich und unglaublich das Welt ist. Ich liebe so viel es macht mich verruckt.
Was kann ich tuen?

Instititute of Contemporary Art Newtown

Last week was art heaven for me, installing my latest show at ICAN. It is called Fatty and Slender; The Hanging Man's house, with sculptures by PJ. It was a pleasure to get the keys, move in and re-create the scenario to the best of my abilities. I found wonderful synchronicity, and attention to details very pleasurable. I just wanted to make a gesture that might re-create some of my enthrallment and share the moment.

Thank you to those who came for the opening.