supporting local Artists
supporting local Artists
by MARIA BONAR September transforms the landscape from red earth, to carpets of daisy-like everlastings with sprinklings of spider orchids, purple fringed lilies star flowers, kangaroo paws, in pops of colour like graduates at a high school ball plain banksia…
by KELLIE ASMUSSEN – An extract from a four-part piece II Deep gutters adjoin cobbled lanes and hot chocolate is sipped while drizzling rain changes to snow. Like magnets we congregate – no church required – and wings, then concealed,…
by KELLIE ASMUSSEN Through a slightly busy town, over a bent-round hill and splitting a valley of grass brown, a dusty dirt road beckons. Stomping a rusty fence of barb, the all-forever sighing willows reveal a quiet well-tapped clearing –…
by KELLIE ASMUSSEN Swishing movement amongst broken clatter its penetration a mere glimpse to those clad in black and blue, squatting within everything but hay. Blackened teeth stand marking the land, momentarily breaking the constant colour of tarnished grass-like fields…
by JUDE AQUILINA Like an old movie played backwards the building stones have flown back up, walls regrown, verandah posts standing tall again; timber floored rooms restocked with furniture. History’s ebbing tide has brought the dead back to shore, old…
by JUDE AQUILINA Below the hummock patchwork fields held together with barbed wire stitches. Wind riffles green stalks in watery waves like crushed velvet curtains closing at a country hall. The road winds down between green paddocks like spilt black…
by JUDE AQUILINA Streets are lined with proud facades, window-eyed clad in fluted iron, or stone patterned tin, raising bullnosed brows and peaked caps to tourists and trucks – for time does not weary them: the Trust keeps them corrugated.…
seeds rattle, kept safe in a thin brown envelope her waiting garden quiet as a blade, the thought of saltbush fills the room standing by the ruins she’ll run a hand between stones and look out for birds through strange…
glimpsing the moon through dark wisps of cloud in desert chill … retiring types you and I cross borders on these trains — from the Ghan, SA/ NT out on the reef snorkelling between coral beside rainbowfish – eyes bulging…
pobblebonk ping pong soliciting in valleys above dank paddocks as city haze looms heavy this huge blue moon defies clouds – Neerim Hills, West Gippsland, VIC