Master narratives of history as progress decompose into the tense confabulations of a continuously re-membered past that hits the present like a nervous shock.



Here, the sunflowers grown in one front yard have spread into another.

Happy New Year. I hope this year is filled with stories that matter.


You can print every word I say



Daniel Buren made alot of work using striped canvas, the sort of material used as window/balcony shading in Europe and to a lesser degree here in Australia. I like this material, but there's something unsatisfying about  Buren's work, I can't put my finger on it - maybe these pictures will help explain


Two memories:

A friend told me that they loved the paintings done by a fictional character in a film(I can't remember the film now)–but they also thought this was sad because the paintings were essentially a movie prop.

Another friend in my year 12 art class used to keep travel catalogues–I remember they used to be delivered in the mail–so she could fantasise about going to the places in the photographs.





The saga that followed was not about unconditional love, but about seeking to inhabit an intersubjective world that is about meeting the other in all the fleshy detail of a mortal relationship.