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Fiona Hall represented Australia at the 56th Venice Biennale. The inaugural exhibition at the new Australian Pavilion, Wrong Way Time, was an immersive installation that emphasised three intersecting concerns: global politics, world finances and the environment.
This wunderkammer-like collection of objects, materials and images directs attention to the current environmental, social and political state of the globe.
“The enduring legacy is that Hall looked quite distinctive – not following fashionable trends but rather revealing an artist who is absolutely true to herself – a great ‘maker’ of art works with the ability to convey profound messages,” says NGA senior curator Deborah Hart, who saw Wrong Way Time in Venice.
“She doesn’t tell people what to think but she opens up profound areas of experience for us to contemplate, question and take on board. Her work is provocative but also at times playful and witty, and always engaging.”
I was wrong and have to stop complaining about bad weather...We had a fabulous walk in woods today - sun was shining and there was the special smell after rain...a lot of mushrooms and pretty droplets to capture..................
Hope you enjoyed your Saturday the same as I did ;-)
Yosemite NP
First time adventure to Yosemite NP and we were meaning to go to the "Valley" but mistakenly took the wrong way which leads to the other side of Yosemite i.e. Hetch Hetchy Camp. It takes approximately 7 miles of winding road to get back to the right way.
I really don't know what to say about this.
Just another Wednesday night, I suppose.
From left to right: Stella, Frankie
There's nothing wrong with feeling powerless, that's just being honest. You can't hold back the forces, nature doing away with us. Wires worn and metal rusted, it's longer than I've been living since there was life in this place. All the switches flick to nothing, dull thunder with no flash of lightning. There's nothing coming, just a going, going. Counting one, one thousand till the walls give in to gravity. I feel the weight of cracking plaster, naked lath lathered up, dirty with history. Everything in this place took work, countless hours of effort and living, dying down to silence. Lots of little crashes, adding up to one big one. Surrender in slow motion, mysterious memories. All your secrets whispered, and I'm still in the dark.
February 28, 2020
Annapolis County, Nova Scotia
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Yesterday Jim wanted to go to the health club. I didn't feel up to exercising so took Little Burrito inside for a visit. Here he is showing off his style and grace on a treadmill. I am going to have to start taking video and then extracting a frame in order to get a decent pic of him. He is far too busy for still photos in an environment like the health club -- too many machines to explore and too many people to greet!
Wrong Way Corrigan was an American aviator who flew from New York to Ireland back in the late 1930s. He had filed his flight plan to show he was flying to California and claimed he had made a navigational error. Makes a nice story but apparently nobody much believed it because he was an experienced pilot, but he never wavered from his "that's my story and I'm sticking to it" stance:-))
So the most disappointing thing to me is being almost right, but also lots wrong
See when things like this happen we all make (at work) our predictions
I went with Domestic (US Citizen) with some past experience in either Iraq or Afghanistan
It "felt" like a domestic and the bomb was classic middle east
Well I was both right and wrong
the younger one is a US citizen - score
the older one was a green card holder - which counts as domestic the way we look at it
but there also seems to be some foreign nexus
and the pressure cooker bomb has traveled to Russia, just like the older suspect
So half right, half wrong
classic push
which means no beer
:(
Im mad at myself for not thinking outside the box but at the same time, Chechnya is WAY outside the box
Sure we have seen them in Iraq, Afghanistan, Europe.....yeah not that far outside
Should have at least considered it
it was one of those days...if there was a chance it could go wrong or quit working...it did ...and no polite queuing either! software updates gang aglae, a printer incorrectly networked, a corrupt database...and it was up to me to figure out what went wrong, how they managed to ::ahem:: 'mess' it up (don't do THAT again!) and get things running 'normally' ...quite the endeavour for one who resides permanently outside that bell curve ...and at the end of the day, when all was said and done, there were no bodies to dispose of....
this image is proof that an A.D.D mind will keep itself occupied even while enjoying a quiet evening lakeside...I created it upside down, then took the picture right side up...
Jessica Barrett Denison
Cherry Valley, New York
November 25, 2011
The Allegory of Death is the physical representation of dying. The model is posed to reference a dead frog, which symbolizes death and rebirth simultaneously. She's set in nature as nature is the divine (the creator), her body is to decay and return back to nature, back to the divine. The century year old fox fur coat (my Great Great Grandfather Lawrence Barrett's) and the black lingerie is to put an emphasis on the eroticism that exists deep in our subconscious when thinking about death.
This past semester at Pratt Institute I've been putting an emphasis on making my work more autobiographical. The Allegory of Death is depicting the end of my childhood and the beginning of adulthood. We often times wrongly believe that death is the absolute end to something, when in reality, it's just the beginning something new.
Looks like I was wrong about his shed progress over a week ago. Now he's really going dull. I was expecting the 'opaque' phase for the GTP to be dull... Now that it seems to have really arrived, it's unmistakable.
BNSF 5605 heads east on MRL's 10th sub. I had originally set up for the shot over the Clark Fork Trestle and found out very quickly that I mixed up the 4th and 10th subdivisions.
Shot this picture with my point n shoot camera. Wish I could have done it one month earlier, when the sun was more powerful. Still like the picture though!
Shipped out a decaleur to a customer (I thought).
Received this package a day later.
I'm going to chew out the shipping department.
Our lates posting...
It has been a long time since our last posting on our blog. May be we are just getting to picky…
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Photomontage by Little Shiva for the collective Brussels is NDR GRND, shown at arrêt 59 (23 March - 19 April 2013). The cop kicking the girl was shot by photojournalist Lefteris Pitarakis.
For some reason I've never been to Stratford Station for railway photography before. The weather was a bit pants with grey overcast and intermittant rain. It was also very cold. But I still had a blast and will be going back on a better day. No sooner had I arrived on the platform after coming off the Central Line than 86 612 rolled through next to me. I should have taken more note of the presence of another railway photographer on the opposite platform for a better shot! Take note as well, the platforms at Stratford are very badly signposted and a mess. Its easy to get confused and lost...
I think she meant to flip her finger salutes.
Gyeongbokgung Palace, Seoul, South Korea (Friday 17 October 2014)
"Who wants to be right as rain
It’s better when something is wrong
You get excitement in your bones
And everything you do’s a game
When night comes and your all on your own
You can say I chose to be alone
Who want to be right as rain
It’s harder when your on top"
-Adele
So today I havent been feeling too well not only physically [migranes are the bane of my existence] but just feeling lonely and sad. It's really annoying when you dont want to feel the emotion that you are feeling. Blah.
By the way if you like Adele and havent heard her new album I would advise you to do so. It is Amazing!!! If you don't know her, listen: www.adele.tv/videos/
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Went down a wrong street one afternoon and found an old Jewish cemetery on Buffalo's East Side. The most recent stones were dated from the late 1950s. The oldest stones are from the early 1800s, the earliest days of of the City of Buffalo when the "East Side" was sparsely populated farmlands. It is now a decayed urban area suffering from blight and disinvestment like so many "Rust Belt" cities. When the first people were buried here, one might have been able to look all the way to Lake Erie to the west and would have seen farms and animals as far as the eye could see. The streets were likely dirt or perhaps a few nicer streets paved with bricks.
Must have been very quiet compared to the industrial age that came, and the cars and the airport a few miles to the northeast. One of the oldest headstones showed a rabbi buried here in the mid 1800s. He was born in the early 1800s just a few years after the British burned the Village of the Buffalo down in retaliation for the American burning of of Niagara on the Lake and Fort George. Native Americans lived on reservation lands just a few miles south of here, south of the Buffalo River. There were remnants of Native-American mounds and probably burial mounds in farm fields, some that date back to thousands of years ago, just after the glaciers retreated. Years later the area would become a dense urban area with shops standing shoulder to shoulder on Genesee Street and ranks of houses running off the side streets, and trolleys trundling down the streets. In my life time this area has suffered and and its infrastructure is rough, so many houses and buildings are demolished that some people have described like "teeth in a Jack-O-Lantern". Things in Buffalo have been looking up lately, but this area has a large hole to climb out of. its new communities are African-American and many newcomers from Bengladesh, Pakistan, Africa and the MIddle East. It's formerly Germanic character has given way to new sounds and smells, routines etc....
The cemetery is bound on three sides by a railroad track, a magnificent old industrial building and a (not so magnificent) modern prefab building used for some local construction business. I have looked for signs of a temple - I am assuming there was one nearby somewhere, possibly on Doat Street or one of the many maze-like side streets. I was told there was one there...long ago but it was gone long long ago. Just a few years ago a Greek or Russian Orthodox church, that was formerly a Jewish Temple was demolished on Jefferson Ave. It had a big onion dome on the top and was one of the every few surviving temples in Buffalo. I suppose the point is that these facets of history are rare and important and should be preserved.
Someone I met, told me that his son, for a Boy Scout project cleaned and weeded the cemetery, reset the stones, trimmed the trees etc.... I believe he said they also documented all the headstones and photographed them. I do not know who maintains it now, but there is evidence of looting (missing bronze medallions from stones) and headstones flopped over.
It is bound on the south side by a large Christian cememtery (Concordia cemetery). It is separated by a rusty chain-link fence - And I find it strange and downright silly that even in death we have to have a fence that keeps "us" in here and "them" over there.
I find these places to be places of introspection and thought. To me these are remnants of communities that once lived here, and it shows the flux of people that come and go and reiterates that what a place is today is not what it always was and will not always be. The economic fortunes of the East Side, battered by loss of industrialization and racism is not doomed to be that way forever.
Lakeshore Gastroenterology - Saint Clair Shores, MI (Michigan)
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If I take a photograph of someone and they ask me to delete it for reasons of privacy, I'll happily comply. If they try to stop me taking photographs and prevent me from leaving, they'll get everything they deserve.
This man was one of a group of seven people who detained us for taking photographs "illegally".
This is a video still.