Thursday, 28 February 2013

Dad's birthday and Matilda's presentation

Hey...

My Dad's birthday was yesterday and pleased to say he's going well again after while of not being so strong in the breathing dept.  Happy Birthday Dad!  Etty Fer int it?  Goodonyerrdad!  I wish I could be there to give you a hug...we all miss you down here.  Hopefully this year eh!  All being on track that should be doable.

Also yesterday, Matilda was presented with her badge and certificate as 'Production Captain' at school.  We're very proud of her.



She's in charge of operating the lighting and sound desk for all the school productions (little techie that she is)....which she's so chuffed with.  :-)

Saturday, 16 February 2013

The King's OLD clothes


I've been giving some thought to the business of art this week. 
Last weekend I went to a meeting at Logan Art Gallery, which was supposed to be about how to fill in the forms if you want to get a grant.  The kind of grant that I was interested in was the kind of grant that you get for being an overweight Pommy tonal realist painter that wants to paint realism in a tonal manner.  Unfortunately they didn't have that kind available.  What they had was the kind of grant that you get for being good at marketing your ‘I’m so ‘’out there….me!” version of what constitutes innovative ‘Art’ in our barmy version of society. 
The woman up the front kept saying that the grants were for ‘contemporary artists’, and I asked her after the presentation, what that meant.  She said ‘practicing’, so….wondering why she didn't just say ‘practicing’, I went off to practice.  In fact, what she almost inevitably means is an artist that follows one of the multitude of abstract approaches.   The funny thing is that when challenged, I find that most abstract painters and more of their supporters, will tell you that you need to be broader minded.  Why then, is it that those who fund the arts are unable to be broad minded enough to view realist painting as ‘contemporary’ when it’s been executed recently by a living artist?  Why is it that museums exhibit and rave about realism that was executed by someone that’s long dead, preferably before 1930, but can’t accept it from the artist that is ‘practising’ today? 
And the bull that so many of these supporters use to describe their chosen subset of this artistic blip in the history of art is more creative than the art itself!  Consider this one, from a movement called 'Toyism':


Dejo, The Freakshow . Acrylic on canvas, 100 x 150 cm.

I discovered Toyism by chance, and I immediately loved the way the images communicate some of the most difficult themes in a very bright way. "Everything" can be conceptualized and become a subject for Toyists representations, where slices of everyone’s lives can be perceived and recognized. The themes become toys that are brought to life in order to play an active role themselves.

On February 24th, the Toyism art movement was first introduced to the Dutch public. As a figurative style, Toyism originates from an impulse for innovation and as a reaction to the age of the Ego. The exciting play of smooth lines with sharp boundaries, dots and the power of bright contrasting colours, gives the paintings an extremely vivacious character. Existing Toyism philosophies can be retraced in each piece- translated into clear, direct image. The world of the Toyists consists of fragments and moments; their work is often anecdotal but at the same time wilful and rich in fantasy. It is a recognisable world, which nevertheless contains the bizarre within. In Toyism the story line is essential. 
Every Toyist portrays his own unique story and by doing so adds a new dimension to Toyism. After the manifesto was rewritten in October 2002, the movement became more accessible to fresh, young artists. (1) Toyist artworks need a high quality standard, and the Manifesto draws the artists together in making it a Movement.

...and that's just a small excerpt!  Ahh f**k it!  I give up!

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Trees....

We often go for a walk down this path, and I often look up at this tree, at the fact that it's been hollowed out,  and imagine how much it must weigh, and how much it would hurt if it landed on you....



Here's the tree after it fell...



and I had a chance to have a look inside...



On a different walk, one we used to do more, but which is actually not supposed to be one you can take your dog on....I came across this strange thing....



and finally, I when I parked up in the car park at the local shopping centre the other day, I saw this...not sure if they're wasps or bees, they tried to see me off though....




Saturday, 19 January 2013

Friday Night

Since I was on Narnia in 2009, we've been doing the same routine every Friday night...which is fish and chips and a game of something before the kids fall asleep watching a video on the sofa..which folds out into a bed.

The last couple of weeks we've finally broken out of the fish and chips thing.  We're all feeling like we've over stodged out....and now Phoebe and Daile are both concerned about it, instead of just Daile.  I'm pretty fed up with the taste of it I must say.  Matilda just hates change....but will be pushed if you're prepared to push hard enough.

One thing that's funny is that the Friday night is the one time of the week where we can pretty much guarantee that we'll have some kind of argument.  I don't know why this is...often it's because I feel grumpy and tired....and I think that something about the coming weekend and the concept of relaxing, tensioned with the fact that I hardly DO relax at the weekend, brings out a shortness or something ....I dunno.

Anyway, this week I was OK, but Phoebe and Matilda had a spat.  It all blows over soon enough though and then we had our game.  This week it was Jenga.  Here's some pics:

The argument....





The game....



The customary 'bull  in a china shop' approach of Tilda the Hun....pulls too hard....


.....it's falling....!


...but somehow it doesn't!!!! Cool as you like!  


....stitch that! 



Next up Feeb....



...Oh dear....poor Girl.



Monday, 7 January 2013

Summer Holiday....

Well, we decided that, despite our impoverished state, we'd be better off as a family if we at least went to do a four day trip to Stradbroke....so that 'something' that felt like a holiday happened during the kids 6 week summer holiday.  We went with a new tent, actually with two new tents that had been given (!!) to us by Chris, the guy who I took over the art school from.  They're in really good condition, and actually, even though they're both dome tents, one of them is so big that we didn't even need the other. 

The pics are all black and white (except for the iPhone panorama pics) because I was trying to be like a French photographer that Molly sent me a link to recently....but actually, some of them are better in colour.  (you'll just have to take my word for it eh!)

Here's my darlin' wife...to start us off - 






This was a panorama of the beach next to our camp site.....lovely and deserted!



We normally take the Red Cat catamaran, but this time went by the old ferry....which I liked a lot more cos there's no cafe...and therefore no mad queue to get a beer/tea/bun or whatever in the 50 mins it takes to cross.  Why people feel compelled to queue when it's such a short trip has always been a mystery to me.






Matilda is actually winded in this picture, having just fallen off the swing...just after I told her not to because I was under it!  She always smiles when she's hurt....bless her. 


Normally we get onto Flinders beach here...but there's been a lot of sea activity since we were last on the island and it's now closed off...as you can see!







Always nice to be home again though.....:-)