Artists Will Understand


Extreme LED Sheep Art

Having a bit of a you tubeathon at the moment. It is surprising what one finds.

I’m feeling sheepish about posting this one.

The sheepdogs are not given enough credit.

Pornography, Censorship and Art. Same old, Same old!

I am severely lacking in writing inspiration today.

Not that I don’t have a lot to write about. I have a very important subject to write about. It is just that the words wont come out in a satisfying way.

Australians will know what I want to write about when I mention the name “Bill Henson“.

Considered by many to be Australia’s foremost photographer, he is fascinated by twilight, the space between day and night, by adolescence, that space between child and adult. The moment of hesitancy. He has been exhibited around the world and his work is hung in some of the most prestigious galleries.

Online, some of his work is visible and much more can be seen on the net – just google the name and then click on “Images”.

Now to the the subject, the controversy. The best way to follow the developments is through a series of news items.

It began five days ago when police raided a Sydney art gallery. Within hours, the Prime Minister, Kevin Rudd weighed into the debate and the police began questioning the photographer. Betty Churcher, head of Australia’s National Art Gallery gave her opinion while some of the subjects themselves spoke out. The controversy widened to another gallery while more than 40 of Australia’s leading writers and artists supported Henson. Today the police have rejected the art world’s outcry, while two prominent politicians have supported the photographer.

In another report today, Louise Adler, the head of Melbourne University Publishing, one of 44 prominent figures who have signed an open letter urging Prime Minister Kevin Rudd to rethink his condemnation of the photos as “absolutely revolting”, calls the controversy a ‘beat-up’.

“I don’t believe that paedophiles and pornographers are going to rush to Roslyn Oxley’s gallery to find Bill Henson’s work for stimulation,” she said. “The question is, is it a private matter, one of taste or is it that the community has to come down and make a judgement?

Do we need to be chaperoned by the state on these questions?” she asked.

I don’t believe we do. Although I know a lot of people will disagree with me.

Everyone’s comments are welcome, although I do reserve the right to adjust the wording, but not the intent of some comments, where those comments may be viewed as offensive by some readers of the archive.

So that truly informed debate can take place, the image which originally sparked this controversy is over the jump.

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Sculpture By The Sea #7

The last in this series, I want to leave Cottesloe on a positive note.

So here are some of the works I enjoyed.

Firstly a work in stone which, to me, has everything I look for in a sculpture. It has tension and tells a story. This is something I can identify with.

Although, at $46,000 I think I will let someone else have it.


This next I like in spite of itself. The large curve, striving for “up-ed-ness”.

Then I found it was a seed which had washed ashore and was a “New Beginning”.

So while I went, “Hmm!” and passed by, I remained enamoured of the shape.


Finally something which is so crass that it has an innate beauty. I cannot resist liking this installation.

Steel, fibreglass, styrene and paint. Along with a comment about the state of the world.

“The words compassion and dignity are totally missing from international dialogue in 2008. This holds true of almost all world leaders, religions and political persuasions.”

The final touch is the triple pun in its title.

“Peas on Earth”


As always it is best to allow nature to have the final word.

As I left the groyne where the above installation was placed, I found, hidden away in the limestone cliffs which face the beach, the following, which may or may not be a valid comment on the works of Homo Sap.


Sculpture By The Sea #6

Forty years, or more, ago a European folk singing duo named Nina and Frederick complained of the regimentation of Homo Suburbanii in a song called “Little Boxes”.

Since then there have been so many similar complaints the whole situation has become a cliche.

So there was no surprise when I saw this;



With its vaguely Hebraic or Arabic scriptal overtones, this “arch” is “an abstracted figurative [is this a redundancy?] work with positive and negative space and symbolic forms.”

I think it was the creator who was abstracted. I keep attempting to find the humanity in this. I can’t even find the humour! Not even in the $49,000 price tag.


Finally for today is this rather strange invention; the “pot wagon”.

How you can be true to the material when that material is copper, resin with fibreglass and stainless steel is a question I would prefer to remain unanswered.

At $35,000 surely it deserves a better collection of words than, “I would like to carry the beautiful sky to your mind.”


THAT sort of “pot”!


Tomorrow I post some works I found interesting.

I always like to end on a positive note.


Sculpture By The Sea #5

The modern definition of good sculpture seems to rely on the infinitely meaningless word “interaction”.

I’m afraid my definition of interaction does not include standing, looking at an object and scratching my head trying to work out just what was going through the conman artist’s brain as he created whatever-the-hell-it-is.

Today, as promised, I am highlighting not one, but two of the artworks which allowed me, and others, to relate to and “interact” with in a “meaningful” way.

[AAAgghhhhh - I've been infected by art-speak]

Firstly there is the deceptively simple “sticks” which is still overpriced at $3,300 despite the artistic twattishness of its description; This ephemeral sculpture endeavours to work harmoniously with Mother Nature to allow the soul of the stick materials and the site to “speak”.

At least it allowed a space to play for the young and the young at heart. I enjoyed seeing them enjoy themselves.




Completely different is “Through the Looking Glass”.

Reminding me of those security windows in stores which have narrow viewing slats from the manager’s side yet appear to be a mirror from the potential thief’s customer’s side.

At least a – what is the user of a sculture? A customer, a viewer, a client? – can have fun here, finding the mirror segment which is reflecting some of “self”. I found my jeans-encased legs high on the left hand side. I liked the way you could see through it to the sea and even to a boat beyond.



So there were parts of this exhibition which I enjoyed.

The bad news is that tomorrow you get some more of the pretentious, the clumsy and the plain bad!

Sculpture By The Sea #4

Here are some more of what depressed me so much at this exhibition.

For $20,000 some deluded CEO can purchase this representation of, I think, the inside workings of an internal combustion engine.



Or, should he be in a mood to disturb his customers, he could choose to spend $39,000 of the shareholder’s dosh on this strangely arachnipodal aluminium piece.


Tomorrow I will have something positive from this art show. There were good parts, just like the curate’s egg. Unfortunately the bad bits left a nasty taste in the mouth!



Took a train ride from Perth to Mandurah the other day.

This is a new line, opened just before Christmas. From the Perth CBD, 75 Km south to what was a major beachside holiday resort but is now an outpost of the Greater Perth Metropolitan area. Passing through new suburbs and old farmlands, the rails end several kilometres inland of the beach. There are bus links to all the surrounding areas.

Just beyond the end of the tracks is a strange, already rusted, construction which is probably intended as art.



Working through the thousands of images I have taken since my hands first wrapped around a digital camera, I have found a few forgotten gems.

Here is a rockface from Coral Bay, one of my favourite places on the coast.

While I am in awe at what textural marvels nature can create, I accept that there may be a few of my readers who are more inclined to gaze upon the wonders of a God.

Whatever, this strikes me as an image of interest and fascination.

Then again, I may just have a strange sense of beauty.


In A Handbasket

Tired of the saccharine LOLCats?


Try something a lot more challenging.




Possibly blasphemous, possibly offensive,

possibly the funniest thing on the intertubes.

Whatever, because of this, I’m going to Hell!

L’Humeur? Mais Non!

A thief in Paris planned to steal some paintings from the Louvre.

After careful planning, he got past security, stole the paintings, and made it safely to his van.

However, he was captured only two blocks away when his van ran out of gas.

When asked how he could mastermind such a crime and then make such an obvious error, he replied —

“Monsieur, that is the reason I stole the paintings. I had no Monet to buy Degas to make the Van Gogh”.

De gaulle of the man. I don’t think he could even make it with Paris Nor mandy. He sounds a little in Seine to me. Probably too many Cannes. As Marcel Marceau would say…………..(and since he just died, umm, wondering just what his last mimes were, that is the final word on that subject)

(See if you have De Gaulle to repost this. I posted it because I figured I had nothing Toulouse!)

(thanks, Jeff)

Talk Like An Egyptian

On this blog I do not often record the day to day minutia of my rather dull life. Events and visual experiences around me are far more interesting.

Yesterday was an exception. Although, again, it was based mainly on some rather special visual experiences.

Years ago I helped daughter with a school assignment on the Sumer civilisation and ever since she has had an interest in ancient civilisations.

Daughter and family came up to Perth last night for a martial arts competition (note to self :- don’t upset daughter or grandchildren) and stayed up overnight so they could take two children and an aged parent to the State Art Gallery.

The Art Gallery is hosting an exhibition on loan from the Louvre. An exhibition of ancient Egyptian Funerary Art.

Hundreds of real, ancient man-made objects. Like these 209 Ushabti. I won’t talk about the rip-off prices on the memorabilia tables.

Naturally she had to introduce her children to very old stuff. And I was able to be there and share their wonder. It was also interesting to see daughter doing the early explanations with enthusiasm and skill. A genuine natural and unspoiled teacher with a subject with which she is still fascinated.

I was also able to wonder at a seven year old grandson who insisted on reading the labels and stories out loud. Getting most of the long words right. Even the Egyptian ones. You try pronouncing “Nephthys”, “Qebehswenuef” or “Djedkhonsouiouefankh”.

I am a very impressed grandfather.

Wild Oats

 Someone has been sowing them!

wild oats

Vale, Luciano Pavarotti

Italian opera star Luciano Pavarotti, hailed by many as the greatest tenor of his generation, has died after a battle with cancer.

Best known to the masses of non-opera buffs as one of the “Three Tenors”, Luciano Pavarotti began his career in 1963.

Another career highlight was in 1972, when he famously hit nine high C notes in a row in “Daughter of the Regiment” at New York’s Metropolitan Opera.

He later referred to the Metropolitan Opera as “my home”.

Bray It Again, Sam

In this age of movie remakes, one of the true classics is being re-made.

Since Morocco has become such a popular and well known tourist destination the movie’s location has been moved to a more remote, exotic and less well known city.

The title needed to be altered to account for this change.

Now set in Nepal, in its new incarnation the movie will be known as “Kathmandu”.

Due to the lack of truly reliable air transport, a number of leading characters will be played by locals.


Of all the Airag joints in all the towns in all the world they chose this one.

I believe the piano scene will be truly innovative!

Cartoon found over on Miss Cellania.


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