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when i picked fruit in australia i worked for a while with an aboriginal man called eddie. this one time someone on the crew started to talk about the battle of isandlwana. a battle between the zulus and the british in 1879. i wasn't listening to much as they were a few drills down from me so tough to hear against the tractor engine. i did shout out that it was the last battle where spear won against the gun. a little while later eddie came up to me and quietly said i was wrong. there had been an incident in the northern territories in the 1940's where his people had attacked a police station without guns and had won.

 

i told him I did not know that.

a worked with eddie a few times after that . you have long conversations in the field when you pick.   one time he  explained to us an element of the dreamTime and finished by saying:

' when you are asleep you are awake and when you are awake you are asleep'

i think about that when i look at paintings and i wonder if you can hold two parallel states of consciousness, what does that do to your art. does that make you break and bend form ? does that give you a freedom in expressing?

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A Family

Heirloom

"MA"

Melinda paused to rub her eyes, “i just need,”

she sighed  letting her arms fall,

"help"

Her mother tilted  her head

to look over the top

of her glasses

She picked up her screaming grandchild

" I did.      Didn't I?"

"I could have told    you that, dear"

A Family

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"MA"

Melinda paused to rub her eyes, “i just need,”

she sighed  letting her arms fall,

"help"

Her mother tilted  her head

of her glasses

She picked up her screaming grandchild

"I could have told    
you that, dear"

" I did.      Didn't I?"

night exposures
namibia 2014

 

memorial2, berlin

feetabout  2011

to look over the top

Heirloom

50Word
Story

first paintings

morocco 2016

50word Story

A family heirloom.

 

“MA!”

Melinda paused to rub her eyes, “I just need,” she sighed, letting her arms fall “help”

Her mother tilted her head to stare over the top of her glasses. She picked up her screaming grandchild.

“I could have told you that, dear”

“I did. Didn’t I?!”

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memorial2, berlin

2011

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is there any
space left for doubt

 

gouache on paper
23cm x 17.5cm
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colourScapes

X

Finger pinch to make video fill screen

is there any

space left for doubt

gouache on paper

23.5cm x 17cm

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memorial2

Berlin 2011

panasonic Lx3

when i picked fruit in australia i worked for a while with an aboriginal man called eddie. this one time someone on the crew started to talk about the battle of isandlwana. a battle between the zulus and the british in 1879. i wasn't listening to much as they were a few drills down from me so tough to hear against the tractor engine. i did shout out that it was the last battle where spear won against the gun. a little while later eddie came up to me and quietly said i was wrong. there had been an incident in the northern territories in the 1940's where his people had attacked a police station without guns and had won.

 

i told him I did not know that.

a worked with eddie a few times after that . you have long conversations in the field when you pick.   one time he  explained to us an element of the dreamTime and finished by saying:

' when you are asleep you are awake and when you are awake you are asleep'

i think about that when i look at paintings and i wonder if you can hold two parallel states of consciousness, what does that do to your art. does that make you break and bend form ? does that give you a freedom in expressing?

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