I’m delighted to announce that I’ll be guest artist at this year’s Maldon Art Exhibition, “Winter in Wonderland”. Presenting work in a variety of media by Central Victorian artists, the exhibition is at the Community Centre Hall in Francis Street in the lovely historic town of Maldon, Victoria, July 7th-15th from 11am-4 pm, entry $2. Opening night is on Friday 6th July at 6 pm. The show takes place during the Maldon in Winter festival — check out Maldon’s page for all the good things going on! (https://www.maldon.org.au/maldon-in-winter/).
Some pics I took at home last year — a tree in town, wisteria & iris, ceanothus & apple blossom
“At Bilbarka on the Darling, Burke and his second-in-command, Landells, argued after Burke decided to dump the 60 gallons (≈270 litres) of rum that Landells had brought to feed to the camels in the belief that it prevented scurvy.” (Context)
Back in Oz again! I will be exhibiting at Arts Open in Castlemaine, Victoria, on March 12-20. The main dates are 12-14 and 19-20, but the Old Gaol, where my stuff will be, will also be open during the week. I’ll have a cell of my own and will be in it as much as possible. Over 100 artists, many open studios and lots of events! See the program online for details.
After that I’ll be going up to Brisbane for Contact 2016, which is this year’s Natcon (Australian National Speculative Fiction Convention). You’ll be able to find me and my work there in the marketplace on 26-27 March. And then I’ll be coming back to Victoria and putting me feet up 🙂
His photos of suburbia and country towns capture the mood I often feel in those places. I can’t put a name to it. It’s lonely but homely. The soul can rest there, but what is it resting on?
I came across this quote recently, and I think it suits:
The function of the imagination is not to make strange things settled, so much as to make settled things strange.
– G. K. Chesterton
I think there’s a feeling of strangeness that can only arise in relation to the familiar and the homely, though exactly what prompts it I don’t know. Maybe it’s related to the sense of time passing, the knowledge that the familiar will change into the unfamiliar. If something is already unfamiliar, that sense of pathos-inflected unease won’t arise. Or maybe it’s something else. One of those elusive shades of emotion, tricky to pin down.