What’s happening in our neck of the woods and in other necks not so woody
Public art used to be serious . . .
or How much entertainment do we deserve?
A fledgling Satin Bowerbird just off the ground . . .
A weak form of the Capgras phenomenon and Double Drummers, Jagun
Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering here and there. Chuang-Tzu
Still-life works tell us a lot about history without the standard elements of a narrative history painting. Still Life is not shy of showing the artifice, the drama and being informed by the cultural environment and evolution through developments in materials and processes and new subject matters.
In one of Aesop’s fables, a hungry fox tries to lure a singing cicada down from a tall tree by by flattery . . .
Wordsworth began his finest poem, Tintern Abbey, in the ruin’s vicinity, and then refined it over two or more days prior to writing a fair copy on July 13th 1789, as he approached Bristol. He had walked across Salisbury plain west to the Wye Valley, hardly eating for three days, which can disorientate and be soporific. There is such a thing as the physiology of the poetic.
We easily forget that insects are essential to agriculture, ecosystems and healthy biodiversity.