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© Rory O’Bryen, 2018. Ilford FP4+ developed in Rodinal. Leica M3 + 50mm Summilux. www.roryobryen.com
Crocodiles made of garlic presses, and then painted. These will be used in my new piece, Sang Kancil and the Crocodiles.
Experiment with found object, symbolic and dear to me: I placed this one on a black plate and end up really liking the reflection of light and color. Do you? Check out my other versions submerged in water and placed under a blue sky and or near a stucco wall.
Little objects I've picked up here and there - they live on my kitchen window sill. Just came across the one on the top, right, among Xmas ornaments I was putting away. No idea what it was part of...(it's an inch and a half tall).
The swan started out as part of a buckle and it's asymmetrical shape gave me the opportunity to continue the assymetry theme. I treated it to an ammonia patina to create a moody steampunk vibe. The antique clockworks was a perfect counter point. The chain is made up of 3 different vintage chains, punctuated on one side with a wonderful vintage key featuring a lion and on the other side a very vintage oblong clock face. A safety clasp keeps it all together. Riveted together to last a lifetime or more. SOLD
n0 apologies for posting this 30 year old sculpture again.
the wild beaches of West Cornwall are still littered with more and more plastic with every tide.
Toxic to marine life ,or kids know its GOT TO STOP!
Help them save their futures !
In particular / at the end of day / the bao strictcontor, subspecies Grohe / is at its deadliest. / The bite can come / from the crane-shaped head / and also the circular mails / of the many tails / contain a stealthy poison / that at long stand-still / causes death of veterans.
Renowned for its four seasons in one day, and miserably cold, shady and windy Winter courtesy of its grid layout, Melbourne does have the advantage over Sydney that it doesn't as much. So, as I headed out to a well hidden venue, of course it was raining! It was raining, it was rush hour and the chances of a ride were, well non-existent. My visit also coincided with a populist festival, disrupting timetables and transport routes. I did get there; with wet shoes and wet feet. And of course, the most direct route was over the spine of The Rocks and down precipitous stairs.
All around that rocky ridge are cuts, and sandstone block walls. All good retaining walls need to allow drainage, to weep, and this one is evidently doing its work well, and letting that rain out, on its way. Down here the urgency has gone away, there's time to wait for a bus, and a bus stop which hasn't been blacked out. I have hope that I may not have to scale those crazy stairs. Yes, I don't do standing still all that well. To settle my wet, restless feet I've let my eyes wander, instead of my feet, and they've fallen on this scene.
Talk about lazy! Whoever wedged their rubbish into this weep hole could have simply dumped it in the gutter with a good chance of it ending up in Sydney Harbour. Or if they really wanted to add to the plastic load, simply walked across Hickson Road and dropped it straight into Walsh Bay.