Pipe people…continued…

This particular piece has given me a great deal of fun. I allowed it to be itself but as usual I tend to over work things and end up with a ‘where’s Wally Picture’ or  can’t see the woods for the trees, so to speak.

I decided to put the piece of poetry so that it overtakes the picture  because the pipe people are calling for help and telling the reader to look for them but I am not so sure it works. Any feedback is most welcome. The piece is in a landscape journal and unfortunately I can’t figure out how to scan and join the pages. Any clues on that would be appreciated as well. So you have to imagine an even flow to the entire piece.

 

 

 

A mish mash of sights

Happy snaps. Things that catch my eye, like architecture, the massive ‘meccano’ looking structures that rise up with the help of their cranes that stretch to the clouds.  The surrealism of the concrete block as the cranes rise them from below.

Date palms. To look up at these ancient trees sends me to far off places. The date palm (Phoenix dactylifera L.) is considered to be lost in Antiquity. The date palm was cultivated as early as 4000 B.C. I think it may have been used for the construction of the temple of the moon god near Ur in Southern IraqMesopotamia so it is easy to get lost in some exotic dream.

A peek through a doorway is always fun. This is a peek through my doorway to my beautiful little courtyard and my magnolia behind my garden chair.

Recycling in artform. I admire people who recycle the thrown away, discarded, unloved pieces of human made things/stuff.  Another lane way find. Recycled tablets bottles they look like and ‘material’ made into ‘material’. Looks like they have been there a long time but they still hold charm.

The young doing their own thing

Whilst I was waiting at crowded, bustling Flinders Street Station on Saturday I was doing what I love best, people watching. We are all so different yet the same. Some rush everywhere whether they need to or not; others wander through life with an ease and calm.  I love the diverse nature of us and most of all I like to see the people that put (what I call) an edge to themselves. There were a group of young people outside the station that caught my eye, dressed in their individual choices yet fitting into a loose genre of artistic. I admire the thought and detail behind their outfits. I asked them if I could take their photo and could I put them on my blog and they were happy to agree and I found them a pleasure to talk to. I asked them if they gave themselves a ‘label’, some said Goth but many said they were just being themselves and do not like putting themselves into a category…so here they are and thank you all for talking to me and allowing photo.

Now to go with these lovely artistic people is the graffiti photos I took as I wandered around. We have great graffiti lane ways here in Melbourne. I am not a fan of ‘tagging’ they don’t show respect to other street artists. This work is of real.

 

Pipe people…continued

Well, what a strange and exciting little journey this is taking me on. I pondered upon the ‘pipe’ and its people not knowing where to go from that point so I slept on it. Next morning armed with coffee and the word  ‘lane-way’ bubbling around in my head but with no real substance to it, I picked up my pencil, made a mark which seemed to be in the right place and very quickly a window began to weave its way onto the page. Plenty of fun and work on that and a brick wall (or part of) followed. I have to control myself to have breaks as I go into that ‘zone’ that we all know about. If I am not careful I stay too long and then my eyes are falling out of my head and I feel I need a massage to all parts of my upper body. I took a lovely long walk in our beautiful Melbourne spring (almost) weather.

Another coffee some hours later, I sat assessing the page. I try to relax and not think too much about what to do but feel what ‘lane-way’ might mean. (does that make sense to anyone else?). What came next was a complete surprise…a mushroom! A mushroom? why? This is the part of my process I love the best, the surprises. As I brought out the mushroom I realised it was in the form of a poster. There were many posters etc. in the lane-ways I walked in, although none were mushrooms.

Next came a piece of writing that wants to be on the wall so I have just started that, this is the progress so far.

Pipe people so far

 

 

Pipe People

I believe everyone and everything has a story. This is the story of the ‘pipe people’.

As usual I was wandering around my beautiful Melbourne City when I decided to investigate the ‘not so pretty’ areas, lane-ways that service the comings and goings of goods to and from restaurants and other establishments.  They house the rubbish bins and keep their smells lingering long after the rubbish has been removed. Dirty broken windows behind their rusty bars too high up for me to see inside. Old brickwork still standing the test of time. I found these lane-ways partly depressing, partly fascinating. Pipes of all shapes and sizes and almost all of them dented, scraped,chipped and some even holed. For some reason these pipes called for their photo to be taken, their presence was strong…why? they are just pipes but the urge was great. Not being one to pass up an instinct I took their photos.

I started a new page in my journal and straight away ‘pipes’ sprang up. Pipes? why draw pipes? I resisted but the feeling would not go away and yet I couldn’t start, had no idea how, where, why. Finally I began although I had no idea where it was going to lead me. Almost immediately that I put pencil to paper they came, one after the other. It was a shock but at the same time I felt the same feeling as I did in the lane-way. They were calling me. I couldn’t see them in the lane-way, I couldn’t see them in the photos but they knew they could call out through my creativity.

How long have they been caught in the lanes? Where did they come from? Have they called others and not been heard or is there someone else that has seen them through creating?…questions questions.

Here are some of the photos of the pipes and here are the pipe people. Shall I go rescue them…but how? Maybe that will happen on these pages…who knows?…to be continued….

Things of useless interest

This is a category of the things I have read that interest me. I may read them in waiting room magazines. Oh, fantastic, must write that one down and scribble on pieces of paper. Information gathered – never actually used for anything other than inspiration but when does one keep track of those scraps of writing? Down the back of the cupboard or lying in some obscure place, how they make their way there is quite a mystery. Some lie around in full view hoping to be used in the inspirational way I thought of  in the first place. What does happen though, is that my eyes trip over them so often they become clutter and ultimately I end up throwing them out.

So this brings me to here. I have decided to record those little pieces of useless pieces of interest for my own records and if anyone happens past them and enjoys them I would love to hear from you about your own findings.

I take no responsibility for their correctness etc. I simply like them.

Shakespeare said “If you don’t have a phrase or a word at hand – make one up.

From artist Peter Clayton: Making pictures isn’t just about making aesthetic commodities (although at the end of the day that’s how they end up). It’s about getting responses to experiences and musings and ideas out into the world.

I don’t pre-draw my paintings but let them grow organically. When they start I don’t know how they will specifically look.

Of Poetry:    A line is a unit of poetry that stands all by itself for a moment, before the reader goes on to the next line.

Quote from Eudora Welty (1909-2001 American author – Mississipi:                                                                                                       Children like animals use all their senses to discover the world. Then artists come along and discover it the same way all over again.

Anon: If you keep doing what you have always done, you will keep getting what you have always gotten.

Margaret Drabble (1939 English novelist):  When nothing is sure – everything is possible.

Have no idea who said this:       The openness to begin is all the openness required to have each day. We start today and, tomorrow we start again, and the day after we start again as we will the day after that.  In this way our journey comes to us – we begin. The rest unfolds through us.

Valerie Parv: Australian author of Romance Novels:   The word ‘amateur’ means a lover of something.  It is only comparatively recently that we have turned the description ‘amateur’ into something resembling criticism. The word comes from the Latin ‘amator’ meaning ‘Lover of something’ and really describes one who does something for the love of it rather than for payment. Perhaps ‘laywriter’ instead? ‘One who writes for enjoyment instead of amateur as it has negative connotations now! Therefore no connotations of failure or rejection. All artist endeavors.

To write with a broken pencil is pointless.

When fish are in schools they sometimes take debate.

A thief who stole a calender got 12 months

Imaginary Criticism/Negative thinking:            Late one night two motorists ran out of fuel on a lonely road and decided to walk to a garage. One left – one stayed with the car.    As he walked he worried. It was late. The garage owner wouldn’t like being woken up. He might become angry and abusive and refuse to help.

By the time the motorist reached the garage he was convinced the owner would abuse him and result in a fight. It would be terrible.

When the sleepy garage owner opened the door in answer to the knock and, before he could say a word the motorist threw the petrol can at him and said:   “You know what you can do with your petrol!” 

Another quote from Shakespeare:   (by the way, he was a Taurean)        “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

When smog lifts in Los Anglese, U.C.L.A

The professor discovered that her theory of earthquakes was on shaky ground.

The batteries were given out free of charge.

A dentist and a manicurist got married. They fought tooth and nail.

A will is a dead give-away.

If you don’t pay your exorcist you can get repossessed.

Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I will show you a flat minor

You are stuck with you debt if you can’t budge it.

A boiled egg is heard to beat.

When you have seen one shopping centre you have seen a mall.

Police were called to the day centre when a three year old was resisting a rest.

Did you hear about the fellow whose whole left side was cut off? He is all right now.

If you take your laptop for a run, you could jog your memory.

A bicycle can’t stand alone. It’s two tired

To be continued……..

Juxtaposition

Not sure if I can call it juxtaposition but that is how it felt.

Walking through the park this morning. Misty, quiet, green. An elderly gentleman doing Tai Chi, slow, graceful, peaceful whilst here am I almost marching to Jordin Sparks belting out ‘Battlefield‘. It felt almost like poetry…maybe

Winter misty morn

Tai Chi moves in graceful tune

Battlefield plays on

(Not good but hey made up in 5 seconds)

Writings from random street talk

My friend and I decided when we are 85years old we will stage a robbery, a big one. If we get away with it we will live comfortably until the end…if we don’t, jail is not such a bad option, well maybe a little risky. We could be put in with you know who in the wheel chair or someone even scarier so the criteria there would be a cell on our own if you don’t mind.

We were discussing this at length as we walked into a dress shop. Beautiful clothes for the young. We love going into those fashion places to see what we could be wearing if we were a little/a lot younger. The lovely young sales girl,  so tall willowy was standing behind the counter looking so sad. We asked if was ok. ‘Yes’ she said, “I just feel sad and angry at the moment as my staff didn’t turn up this morning. No one let me know until 10am that they would not be here so I had to rush and have just opened” (it was 11am). We wished her well for the rest of the day and continued to look at the fashions; a little red number caught our eye but decided our various veins wouldn’t match the red and we are no longer sure where our waist is. As we perused we were still discussing lightly the robbery plans. Perhaps we could do it on a Harley but as my friend pointed out, we may not be able to reach the ground with our legs if we have to stop. That idea was fixed by deciding she put her left leg out and I will put my right leg out that should do the trick.

We didn’t realise we were being overheard by the sales girl until she said in an enquiring voice “Are you planning a robbery?” We explained our plans for when we are in our 80’s and to our surprise and delight she said “Can I be in on that, sounds good to me”. “Sure” my friend and I chorused.

The conversation between the three of us was hilarious. The young girl offered to drive the getaway bike (she had long, long legs). We thought we might need a little trailer on the back to carry the loot. On and on went the conversation until another customer entered the shop. We didn’t want to share our plans with anyone else so we made our goodbyes and for her to have a good day. Her face was bright and smiling and said, “Ladies, you have made my day, I feel so much better”.

We left that shop, not sorry we couldn’t fit into any of those cute little dresses; we left feeling light and happy. We had fun and made someone’s day brighter as well and that to me is living.

Ps. We still have those plans but instead of a Harley we are thinking of a Vespa.

More random photos

I just love getting out and about, often no where in particular. I can’t remember ever setting out and not finding that special ‘moment’ somewhere in the day. I try to take photos of some of those moments, the ones that stay still. A ladybird landing on my handbag has to be a memory as there was no way I could get the camera out without disturbing it. A child’s laughter or their chatter but here are some of the things I see as I roam around.

Random Photos

Just photos of this and that that have caught my eye. Walking is a great past time, not only exercise but it is where random sights catch my eye and make my day.  The wire netting seemed such a simple thing yet it felt like I was looking at  abstract waves rolling in/or out of a transparent sea. Graffiti always catches my eye as does the myriad of nature’s flowers.