The name of the game is to fill the framevia Key Thoughts and The Zen of Fishing by Michael Johnston.
Showing posts with label Landscape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Landscape. Show all posts
Friday, April 29, 2016
Framing - Mike Johnstone (Wed 27 Apr 2016)
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12 April,
fill,
frame,
game,
Landscape,
Michael Johnston,
name,
South Australia,
Wilpena
Friday, March 25, 2016
Tim Winton - Mark Johnson (Thu 24 Mar 2016)
I'd never been to Western Australia .. Winton describes it with such love and respect and is so protective of the land that I felt like I had already known itvia Breath producer on Simon Baker tears and Tim Winton's "extraordinary" book by Harry Windsor.
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Alexandria,
felt,
Fri 18 Mar 2016,
Harry Windsor,
iron,
known,
Landscape,
Love,
Mark Johnson,
respect,
Tim Winton,
Western Australia,
Winton
Sunday, March 06, 2016
Space - Bernadette (1994)
Bernadettte on Space:
It never ends does it? All that space.via MOVIE REVIEW - The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert by E. Lisa Moses.
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All,
Bernadettte,
E. Lisa Moses,
ends,
Fri 22 Jan 2016,
Landscape,
Main Range,
never,
Snowy Mountains,
space
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Photography - Marja Skotheim Folde (Tue 26 Jan 2016)
Marja Skotheim Folde on Photography:
My photographs are my thoughts on people that exist in a landscape and The Landscape. For me, this is a way of being present…via iN PUBLiC talks with Marja Skotheim Folde by Charalampos Kydonakis.
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.
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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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