Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality. Rhythm might be described as, to the world of sound, what light is to the world of sight. It shapes and gives new meaning.
Edith Sitwell, Taken Care Of
a blog by Simon Ellis: dancer, choreographer, filmmaker and teacher
Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality. Rhythm might be described as, to the world of sound, what light is to the world of sight. It shapes and gives new meaning.
Edith Sitwell, Taken Care Of
We ourselves will be able to determine what is true and what is not.
Joseph Stalin
… the superb indifference that the powerful have for the weak.
Simone Weil
My shadow at 07:30am as the sun ??? made a deep red by the bush fires ??? lights the office space.
The fourth major work is Hotel, a 20m-high scale model of a high-rise hotel that will give motorists the impression they are driving past a movie set.
For its creator, Canadian-born Callum Morton, the idea of the “folly” hotel was in part inspired
by the “big” icons spotted from the back seat of the car on the road trips of his youth. “It’s the antithesis of the giant pineapple or the lemonade bottle, which was a landmark for me as a child whenever we travelled down the coast, because it is in fact a reduced version of a building, not an inflated one,” Morton says. Sted 10m off the bitumen between Greens and Bangholmeroads in Dandenong South, Hotel
will feature lights that fade in and out across individual windows (the lights are powered by solar panels), giving the impression the structure is occupied.
Text ripped from http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,,23841904-5012907,00.html. Such a mysterious work—a little bit David Lynch, a little bit toy train set—stuck on the edge of the Eastlink tollway in Melbourne.
We only ever experience anything once.
Shirley McKechnie (chatting today over tea)
Image from front of online version of The Age yesterday. It's hard to describe this kind of heat (it's more than 115 Fahrenheit). A furnace, with a hot hot (and strong) wind. Terrible.
Just along the Merri Creek trail, Melbourne
I was cycling to work on Thursday and was caught on the right hand side of car turning right. At the same time a fire engine was roaring up on my right (overtaking us both whilst going the wrong way on the other side of the road). The person in the car started to turn on her green turning arrow, effectively about to crash into the fire engine (and jamming me between her car and the fire truck). I whacked on her window to get her to stop, and immediately after the fire engine went by very fast, sirens blazing. Behind the wheel was a youngish fireman, utterly aware of the entire situation. He simply waved to me as he went by. It was more of a "hey, how are you going?" wave then a "phew, that was close, thanks" wave. I loved that amongst all of the noise, and potential for tragedy, he was sitting up there, waving to passers by.