Tuesday, October 02, 2012

Bronte Beach

This is the site of my morning walks, around the corner from the house.










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Art in the legacy of old industries

A month or so ago, during the Sydney Biennial,installations were placed all over the city. Out on Cockatoo Island - a former prison, then shipyard, then industrial center - installations were all over the island - a sculpture of created clouds that floated over the buildings, cliffs and meadows.


Inside one of the halls, an artist had taken a shipping container and turned it into a massive filigreed space.




Out, in the old prison courtyard, letters had been placed out along the walls and edges. Folks wandering around could move them around, spell things and change them around.


And I wasn't sure if this was an art piece or a part of how things are seen.


This was really fun - a spun sculpture of plastic, little motors and sensors and tension wires. As you moved around it, the plant-like feathers moved, and motors would gently vibrate, and a bit of scent was released. Lovely.

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Wild Life

Centennial Park is a lovely part of the city - broad lawns, massive trees, black swans, lakes and little water ways. And flocks of black Cockatoos with shots of yellow beneath the black.

And for some reason, each time I go through there's a drum and fife band practicing.

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Monday, October 01, 2012

Scale.


Sydney surprises me sometimes - feeling quite connected and aware of the world, but being so small.

A bus passing by today proclaimed The Walking Dead Season 3 would air only '33 hours behind the US.' Both a testament to the ubiquitous use of downloading to keep up with the rest of the world - and to the distant scale of 33 hours.

A poster a while back showcased a very nice young woman I'd met several times - a part of the arts and the biking scene here. I saw her face daily for almost a month on the posters, a reminder of how small a community it is.



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