Dreams and Reality

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As a girl she danced to the beautiful music of Strauss and dreamt she was a spirit of the violin at the Stradpark, as the sun went down and the spirits came alive. She had danced in Kalman Solymossy’s ballet “The Soul of Stradivari”  in Melbourne. The years went by and she thought that was only a dream not a reality. Then one day as an old woman she was dancing in real life with her love at the Stradpark, Vienna and the music spirits really did come alive!

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Acorn had held the dream of her friend for 50 years as a vigilant loyal companion.

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Do you Remember?

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On the pavement at 13 Wiesingerstrasse Vienna. Jews were taken to concentration camps from their appartments by the Nazi.

Her name sake lives on to bear the sad memory of the human condition.

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Atlas is left in the cracks in the walls to also bear the grief of the human condition.

 

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Weed or Sunflower and Plato’s cave

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Dino finds a real sunflower. Unfortunately his family are hanging around something they believe is a sunflower only Dino fears it’s a weed.

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The family is in ignorant bliss as they await the blooming of the Sunflower not. Dino wonders does it matter in the end. A year later and Dino realises that he must make a choice Sunflower or the Weed!!!!

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Our Shadow

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Yellow Pig has changed his name to ” Shadow”, he wanders near a fungi at Mogg’s Creek.

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Roper’s Hut

 

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Snow Flake couldn’t believe her luck. There was snow at Roper’s Hut on the Victorian High Plains, Australia. She savoured the solitude and beauty and that moment was hopeful we might find a solution to global warming.

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Ozymandias

The Blues family returns to ponder the monolithic structure which was built on the inheritance of families like theirs . Like Charles Dicken’s Bleak House.

They think of Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antiques land

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert…. Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:

“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Lest We Forget

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Tunnerminnerwait and Maulboyheener, 1842 hung as criminals rather than acknowledged as in a military war situation.

Melbourne’s invisible Indigenous history – ABC News …

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2015-07-06/an-invisiblehistory-of…/6587162

The Forgotten Wars between the British and the Indigenous Inhabitants of Australia.

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Sydney Biennale again!

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Bella has come to the Biennale to find her twin, Belle who was here four years ago. Belle had made it! And so now has Bella if only in the virtual world of world wide web. Artist are exploring what is Real in these modern times of virtual social media.

https://www.biennaleofsydney.com.au/20bos/

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Chiharu Shiota’s site specific installation captures the lost memories of the long gone convicts of Cockatoo Island. Man’s cruelty to man is beyond comprehension for Bella so she hides in the walls.

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The Wilderness is Burning

We smell smoke. The ancient forests are burning. yet still we deny Climate Change and so the wilderness is no more. “Rainbow” wears his bright colours to hide his tiredness of human’s capacity to pretend. That and he is an … Continue reading

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Sculptures by the Sea

Happy Dick felt at home with the other sculptures by the sea at Bondi Beach.

Bondi beach sculptures by the Sea 2015i am tiredSally Portney’s sculpture Nascenta, blades of grass. “..everyman shrouded by the enormity of nature”Sally Portney

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