JANUARY 2015 Ho hum 2014 is gone. One ponders the old and the new. “Move on” they say. “Don’t look back!” However Flash and Fish want to look back as that is how they learn from their mistakes, from History. However I guess they also do not want to get stuck in the past!!!
Flash and Fish just before they say Good Bye. Flash is off to the big city; Edinburgh and Fish the isolated coasts of Bruny Island, Tasmania.
DECEMBER 2014
Holy Cow as they say in Moyhu. It is nearly the end of another year.
Mr T Spade’s new home Moyhu, Australia. Mr Temp Spade thinks of his Spade family spread around the world. With all the Seasonal Hype around ” family”, Temp feels lonely and alone in the world. Which of course is a reality! Then he allows himself a precious moment to consider that possibly “family” is really who he feels connected to and right now it is the Blue family in Moyhu, with Bicycle Belle and Vache Bleu.
Mum found me on google map!
NOVEMBER 2014
T.Rottb was left by a daughter-mum team. That is daughter was in Canada and mum was in Australia with the google map. Ah the digital internet world is a wonderful thing or does it create more anxiety as now we cannot claim ignorance? So T. Rotts ponders whether it is better to know or not to know? Of course there is no right answer.
This was where Astro was going to go St Petersburg to be in the Contemporary Art Manefesto 10. He would have been famous instead fear took him!
OCTOBER 2014
So we have done away with the object and for this moment we only have the picture as Astro the sculpture was too fearful to get on a plane to Russia. All the hype about “not being safe” outside his home had worked and he now does not leave home. However he is still as fearful as ever if not more so! Also will we all end up just tapping on a key board as a way of connecting and making love?
AUGUST 2014
I went to the hug tree in Johnson park and remembered all the time we had come here as all the children grew up. Now they are grown up.
Punk was watching George Gently on TV and heard this poem by Roger Mc Gough
Let me Die a Young man’s death
not a clean and in-between
the sheets holy water death
not a famous last words
peaceful out of breath death…….
Let me Die a Young Man’s Death
SEPTEMBER 2014
OK I have truly got out of order!!
Where will it end?
Went to the grave yard. Death seems to be on Mute’s mind not because he is dying, but more that he is becoming aware, that is where we all are heading and no one seems to be talking about it!
Mute wants to learn French before he dies which is rather ironic for a being who is mute. The man in the grave below, died of Cancer. Mute thought of a poem by Jaques Prevert, Le Cancre which is not directly about the illness or is it?
Il dit non avec la tête
mais il dit oui avec le coeur….
The Peaceful HIlls of Healesville.
Mrs De Vie was amazed. Here she was with Balzac’s sculpture by Rodin. Was she in Paris or Melbourne?
He had just left him. She was at a loss.
JULY 2014
The year speeds by time stops for no man. Condom man has found his way to Mt Beauty in the Conway Shovel with a geocache in there too. His hands are broken from digging and he is left with the poem A sentence about Tyranny by Gyula Illyes which he likens to his anxiety. Anxious he has lost his condom and anxious because he is alive. Anxious too that the treasure seekers might think he is the geocache!
…..in tyranny’s domain
you are the link in the chain,
you stink of him through and through
the tyranny IS you;
like moles in sunlight we crawl
in pitch darkness, sprawl
and fidget in the closet
as if it were a desert,
because where tyranny obtains
everything is vain,
the song itself though fine
is false in every line
for he stands over you
at your grave, and tells you who
you are, your every molecule
his to dispose and rule.
We dug up the mountain and built us a dam!
JUNE 2014
There is nothing like sometimes just breaking the rules hence I have put June at the top! Condom man has found the techno tabernacle and is spreading the word. He has his protection on his head and so he feels very safe. However at other moments poor CCT can become very worried that he is never really safe. But for today he feels liberated and glad to be alive in Melbourne town.
CCTM is having a day out in Melbourne town.
Vie finds some shade under a tree with the cockatoos squarking. The sun is beating down it is 40 degrees. Vie is glad to be alive and under the gum tree.
JANUARY
I thought I would send a sculpture out each month of 2014 to ponder the passing of time and the seasons that go with time.
January in Australia is stinking hot and it can be difficult to think. They say homicide is increased in the heat. So the greeting is ” Stay cool!
Mother and Child by Ada Doyle
Perhaps our love was unspoken,
before there were words.
Our love was sensual and instinctual,
Like animals.
Words destroyed and hacked at our love.
Our love was the smell of our bodies,
the warmth of your arms and the touch of your skin.
All before the structure of words.
before a word cage was put around us,
and we found ourselves on opposite sides.
Locked out from each others souls.
But then I look beyond the words
and I still feel your love in the sun and in the earth
in the flowers.
I have not forgotten.
In my soul where there are no words to destroy.
You are there.
FEBRUARY
So the heat of February makes thinking difficult and we all just try to stay cool and hope we re not in any fires.
There are essentially only a few elements that make up a human. Isn’t that amazing?
MARCH
March is nearly over and I am yet to get a sculpture out.
Though he is made and called “Babe”.
I miss Paris and Cornwall and Kenya.
Why do I always want to be where I am not?!
Sometimes a place looks like Shangrala however it turns out to be feeding off peoples souls.
A Bird Came Down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
he glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad_
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.
by Emily DIckinson
Babe thinks she is a punk and
Babe cannot seem to grow up and leave the dummy behind.
Instead it seems she has become a dummy!
Furthermore he is now a she, which ponders the question of gender and what it is!!??
APRIL 2014
Umm what happened to April? It is now May and I didn’t get a sculpture out there. My friend’s father has died and he led a good and honourable life.
The poem Ithaka needs to go out there;
As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery,
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon-don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your bobby.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon-you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside you soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of them…….
MAY
Babe was taken from the garden. Things come and go.
We are elements all to return to the universe.
Oxy pondered this thought as he looked out to sea in Inverloch. Though it made him feel so small it also joined him to the cosmos. He was part of the “Big Bang”
Oxy is one of 11 offspring who make up all the elements in the human body. He feels very special.
” Hi Bro. Remember when we were here in 1959 and much to the horror of mum and dad, who thought I had fallen in. Oh well not to be. I am still here! Miss you though”
Rhino waits on the steps of San Calaldo to be let in to the kingdom of love. Funny thing at that moment he remembers his brother Techno who he hasn’t seen for 10 years and he wonders warmly how he is going.
Graffitti Granny 