I came across this delightfully whimsical scene while visiting down-town Sydney recently. It completely enchanted me.
That’s what I love about walking around in new places…the anticipation, the joy of discovering something unexpected. That feeling of surprise and delight when you find something a wee bit special…such as this. It might be a marketing gimmick, a publicity stunt, a modern art display or street art. To Sydney’s urban dwellers it may not even register a second glance any more.
But I noticed. And I found a tiny, quite special, magical space. Just lovely.
The Festival of Lights has been occurring in our local park for 60 years today. Last night I took this photograph. It’s not a “typical” festival of lights image, but more like a wild abstract painting. As I have said before, one day I would love to see some of my wild and hugely abstract “light” images on display large scale in a gallery or strung down the side of a massive building, displayed on an enormous scale.
With this image particularly, I love the colour and shapes, but mostly I love the movement of the light that is captured…the way the light makes a cross symbol (or resembles an evening gown?) and the image looks to be fluid and moving, like a dancer.
H is for being Home for Christmas.
I saw them putting up the lights today for the start of this year’s festival of lights, and it reminded me how Happy I was the night I took this image, wandering around the park with excited children.
This is my Home..a small sea-side city with a pretty park decked out in twinkling lights and full of music and people every Christmas.
Home really is where your Heart is.
Sometimes we take for granted the very scene we see everyday. It is so familiar that we don’t even notice it any more. Yet the same place seen from a different perspective can give you a different take on things. I took this image while upstairs in a building in our main street. It was a perspective I had not seen before and it made the familiar city scene look quite unfamiliar and interesting. It reminds me to keep looking at things with fresh eyes.
I attended the opening last night of the North Taranaki Community Arts Council’s (NTCAC) exhibition of artists they have supported, including yours truly. Here’s a little tongue in cheek appraisal of the night, based on a book I had as a child – it’s a little like this…
- What good luck it was a lovely exhibition space (thanks Doug) and there was lots of wonderful art on display (and lovely dancing).
- What bad luck my large photograph image was not displayed at the exhibition…
- What good luck my small image (a framed photograph) looked really lovely.
- What bad luck everyone ate my gluten-free chocolate brownies before I even got one.
- What good luck I got to meet a much admired artist (Paul Hutchinson) and tell him I was a huge fan of his work painting “everyday” items.
- What bad luck the wine ran out so quickly
- What good luck I met a very lovely artist who told me a thing or two about life and it turns out she and I had much in common despite our significant age differences.
- What bad luck the NTCAC is closing down (“being absorbed”) after 30 years of supporting artists with small grants.
- What good luck two of my dear friends came along to support me, along with my ever supportive partner and my daughter.
All, in all, a good night, great art and I will try not to be too disappointed that only one of my pieces made it up on the wall..
It’s on at The Metro Gallery, Devon Street, New Plymouth (across from Hikoi shoes/clothes) until the end of the month. Go along and support our local talent (and Doug’s inaugural Metro Gallery exhibition), if you can.
Tiffany Singh’s modern art sculpture “What is the colour of the breeze?” is a reminder that the best art is art that we like and that brings us pleasure. Art that uplifts our souls and makes us feel good is not seemingly fashionable, however. This cutting-edge concoction of sound, wind, and colour all comes together tucked away in a very small, gritty, urban, unsealed car park wedged between some buildings…and is a beauty to behold for the eyes (and also the ears). You are immediately drawn in, to walk amongst the chimes, to run your hands over the bamboo chimes and the many coloured ribbons. And when the wind comes through they all move like one giant wind chime, all swaying in unison.
Colourful. Joyful. Harmonious. Modern art. Who would have thought? That’s inspired.
Symbolism runs deep in human species, and the same symbol can mean entirely different things to different people, at different times, places, cultures, beliefs and customs. I don’t really know what these symbols mean to the person(s)/artist(s) who made them… they are familiar but strange, they feel personal but universal…modern but ageless…urban but primitive.
They are permanent marks on the landscape. I wonder if they are a sign, a message, a story, or a reminder of something important – something the maker wanted others to know? Why do we humans, feel a need to leave a mark…from the first hand print on a cave wall, to now…we have a compelling urge to say “I was here”.
All our hearts carry primitive marks, held privately, and known only to our own hearts…unique symbols of love, loss, victory, grief, courage? But if we were to display our ancient symbols – what we stand for, what we are, who we are, where we are from, what we have done, loved, lost, survived…what if they were on display?
What would my symbol look like?
I love walking at night. I run at night also, when I can…I like the stillness, the calmness, the way things appear so different at night. But there is something special about walking around a city, near the sea, at night. I love the way the people are almost ghost-like in this picture, but are still clearly human forms walking, and how the lights are a blur of colour.
They say “You can’t beat Wellington on a good day”. And I certainly struck it lucky…here are a few more images of one of my favourite city’s…walking around the city centre waterfront last weekend was just magical.
Your feet lead you into the spaces. You eyes follow but you just can’t take it all in…you become curious and strangely child like. When you walk around…you enter another world. You keep walking, exploring, taking it all in, feeling like you are missing something, yet also feeling strangely welcome and accepted. It’s a place that says stay a while, see what you can discover, and know who we are……and the more you look, the more you see….stories carved into stone, strange symbols on poles, fish, eagles, moons, birds, stars, puzzles and prose, silver dancing balls, metal trees, jingle bells beside the sea, a naked diver suspended in time as he is about to leap from the wharf, concrete poetry and crazy miniature worlds in glass boxes, tall poles, metal waves, water and bridges, strange shaped buildings jostling for space in a crowded distant skyline, wharf poles and heritage theatres, green grass and coloured glass, wooden winding paths, pyramids and pillars, gigantic rocks, concrete and water reed, moonbeams and mayhem.
You really just have to love it. Wellington, well done.