Where is home?
graffittigranny has been wandering the streets of Melbourne leaving sculptures and poems since February 2012 and then in April2012 she discovered the world wide web! This is a world wide sculpture project pondering life and where we all end up close to home or far from home. Pondering where is "home"? I hope you feel free to comment on this tiny project in the great big pond of the world wide web and remember that that is tiny compared to the universe!Total Archive
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The Garden Seat
It’s former green is blue and thin, And its once firm legs sink in and in: Soon is will break down unaware, Soo it will break down unaware. At night when reddest flowers are balck Those who once sat thereon … Continue reading
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I wanna be….me?
Artist Statement. 2D and 3D works of mixed media including clay, found objects and ink on old calender. We each are so unique, and yet at the same time a part of a rich diverse tapestry of life. Yet we … Continue reading
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Time passes
One day Bhan was a young woman and now she returns to her frolicking 40 years on. She reflects “Where does time go?” She carries her poem Invictus. Not even sure what it means. She is weary and then she … Continue reading
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The hope of Peace
The child must leave the mother to live life. The mother is both glad the child has strength to leave and sad that her child is leaving home. They no longer have words to communicate their love and appreciation for … Continue reading
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Living
Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example- I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation Poem by Nazim Hikmet White Feather … Continue reading
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Good bye brother
Mouse was worried he would not be welcome at his brother’s funeral so he snuck in days earlier and hid. Despite all the family chaos and conflict he still loved his brother and and family and didn’t want him to … Continue reading
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Weeping
Diamond eyes weeps for the Ukraine. And then a song bird comes all the way from Kyiv. He begins to sing Roman, a Ukrainian Lullaby with the Shchedryk Children’s Choir. Diamond eyes wipes her tears and thinks, Music will survive.
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Friends
Tortoise took off her banana mask and breathed with relief. She had returned to the top of Mount Mc Kay. She couldn’t believe she had made it through the 260 + days of lockdown. She had returned here after 40 … Continue reading
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Just wait and it might happen!
Rejoindre made it to Cradle Mountain Tasmania out of LockDown Town Melbourne. He can’t believe he is here. He carries Lewis Carroll’s poem A Strange Wild Song ……. He thought he saw a Argument That proved he was the pope: … Continue reading
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Is anybody listening
Here in Platypus Bay in Lake St Claire National Park, Tasmania Worried hides. He fears for the planet as the country burns and the leaders continue to tell Worried “Not to worry about Climate Change. It simply doesn’t exist!!!” Worried … Continue reading
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