Australia is a wonderful place to be but we all shared the same fears. Uncertainty about a new land, leaving family in our homeland.via Western Sydney migrant women find bonds in Mother's Spice at ICE in Parramatta by Lenny Ann Low.But we all also share the same hope for a better future. To strive and work hard for our children.
Showing posts with label Australia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Australia. Show all posts
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Australia - Nisha Shrestha (Fri 11 Mar 2016)
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Australia,
Canberra,
fears,
Fred Williams,
future,
hope,
Lenny Ann Low,
NGA,
Nisha Shrestha,
painting,
Sat 09 Jan 2016,
Scupture Garden,
Untitled,
wonderful
Thursday, March 03, 2016
Australia - Elizabeth Farrelly (Thu 03 Mar 2016)
Elizabeth Farrelly on Australia:
I've always loved how Australia – real Australia – is comprised of immense, aching absences; dry rivers, empty lakes, flat mountains, vanished seas.via Indifference to water doesn't wash by Elizabeth Farrelly.
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Australia,
Canberra,
Elizabeth Farrelly,
Lake Burley Griffin,
lakes,
loved,
mountains,
rivers,
Sat 23 Jan 2016,
seas,
water
Friday, January 29, 2016
Australia - Paul Byrnes (Fri 30 Jan 2016)
Paul Byrnes on Australia:
It was as if God had made the place [Australia] to scare us: black swans, hot Christmases, fires and snakes and spiders ..via How Australia's landscape sears into our movies and inspires Looking for Grace by Paul Byrnes.
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Australia,
Black,
Burnt,
Canberra,
God,
Mon 25 Jan 2016,
Paul Byrnes,
scare,
Tree
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Australia - Marcus Clarke (1893)
In Australia alone is to be found the Grotesque, the Weird,via Poems, by Adam Lindsay Gordon - Preface (1893 Edition) by Marcus Clarke (Displayed at the Entrance to the Great Hall at Parliament House, Canberra).
the strange scribblings of Nature learning how to write. Some
see no beauty in our trees without shade, our flowers without
perfume, our birds who cannot fly, and our beasts who have
not yet learned to walk on all fours. But the dweller in the
wilderness acknowledges the subtle charm of this fantastic land
of monstrosities. He becomes familiar with the beauty of
loneliness. Whispered to by the myriad tongues of the wilderness,
he learns the language of the barren and the uncouth, and can
read the hieroglyphics of haggard gum-trees, blown into odd
shapes, distorted with fierce hot winds, or cramped with cold
nights, when the Southern Cross freezes in a cloudless sky of icy
blue. The phantasmagoria of that wild dreamland termed the
Bush interprets itself, and the Poet of our desolation begins to
comprehend why free Esau loved his heritage of desert sand
better than all the bountiful richness of Egypt.
Labels:
Abstract,
Adam Lindsay Gordon,
APH,
Art,
Australia,
Canberra,
Grotesque,
Landscape,
Marcus Clarke,
Nature,
NGA,
Poem,
Poetry,
Sun 10 Jan 2016,
Trees
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