tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72412216417616157322024-03-21T18:44:17.850-07:00Alison HanlyAlison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-29261452278557748682012-12-02T18:34:00.000-08:002012-12-02T18:45:56.741-08:00Piano Pieces<div style="text-align: center;">
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The latest greatest excitement is the upcoming event for the </div>
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2013 Castlemaine State Festival.</div>
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It is called <a href="http://pianopieces2013.blogspot.com.au/" target="_blank">Piano Pieces</a> in which I invite all and sundry to tear my piano asunder </div>
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It is not a destructive event so much as a creative one</div>
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as I am asking everyone to create sculptures, art </div>
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or music/noise making apparatus out of the pieces.</div>
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You can read all about it by clicking <a href="http://pianopieces2013.blogspot.com.au/" target="_blank">here</a></div>
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hope to see you there!</div>
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This is what I had to say about it all:<br />
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A series of works about frogs. Or not. Not a pipe. <br />
Not a canary. They are not here to tell us we are going<br />
to die soon of gas in the mine shaft, or pollution in our<br />
waterways. The image is not the thing and the thing is<br />
not the thing we think it is. It is not the meaning we<br />
imbue it with, it is just the thing. A frog. A frog is a<br />
frog and it has its own reason for being. So do canaries.<br />
And here we have a series of images of frogs and the image,<br />
or symbolic representation if you will, of the thing is not<br />
the thing, neither is it the meaning we imbue the thing<br />
with. It is just paint on canvass. It is not my fault you<br />
all see frogs.* Or canaries. Ink blot tests are wack anyway. <br />
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Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-37246792215535938462012-01-12T19:11:00.000-08:002012-02-08T16:08:44.454-08:00Not a canaryHere are some paintings I have been working on. I am planning to hang them in a groovy bakery / cafe in Castlemaine in February!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw-YxEaVdx1l1bz0-KPNhSJ1bnAMK5CSXEN7OVqWstW5qhyphenhyphenoPt7_UnzjAZmPptswWKR27oO-xrX-217bbueCoa_H5aT8dtnZKNMTcN88dPRru8_bFj9V3Ta9F2ogNvIxUXvuvyjvZZJYg/s1600/work+in+progress+1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw-YxEaVdx1l1bz0-KPNhSJ1bnAMK5CSXEN7OVqWstW5qhyphenhyphenoPt7_UnzjAZmPptswWKR27oO-xrX-217bbueCoa_H5aT8dtnZKNMTcN88dPRru8_bFj9V3Ta9F2ogNvIxUXvuvyjvZZJYg/s320/work+in+progress+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706920425576705858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I have been using my living room as a studio for the last month.<br />Makes it hard to have people around for a cup of tea, but soon I will be finished, the show will be up and I can entertain again!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zJV5VXLiA4IzP_3Agw0yciIgkXHfa0eMsIRFgu3okJJJapBz4T297kN5MMtVHx_tU9b1TIGe0RJ0oR3oPAd7UIQQ5w2KFc8UiQ6LtsA21Ex78SwFc18NQcCKu45FA4I-972qATYAKpO-/s1600/_1085.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zJV5VXLiA4IzP_3Agw0yciIgkXHfa0eMsIRFgu3okJJJapBz4T297kN5MMtVHx_tU9b1TIGe0RJ0oR3oPAd7UIQQ5w2KFc8UiQ6LtsA21Ex78SwFc18NQcCKu45FA4I-972qATYAKpO-/s320/_1085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696950247996752850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcNmx5PwxUT6UF-sD92sJfnwkvbWSiVUSiuemWbkW3KCJDrYFJOg163gAT_6mFi1hln_ldDU0El0YZ1b3atlD5I64SH194denpd6uLAw2OK_gcjPN615nYsW70Tlwnk8NBPQ3W-2jOI1p/s1600/_1079.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcNmx5PwxUT6UF-sD92sJfnwkvbWSiVUSiuemWbkW3KCJDrYFJOg163gAT_6mFi1hln_ldDU0El0YZ1b3atlD5I64SH194denpd6uLAw2OK_gcjPN615nYsW70Tlwnk8NBPQ3W-2jOI1p/s320/_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696950239685661426" border="0" /></a>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-87075291068471459002011-05-27T23:15:00.000-07:002011-05-27T23:16:07.938-07:00Gil Scott Heron, Chuck Norris and art<div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div><p>In case you didn't know Gil Scott Herron (musician, sometimes called the father of rap) died yesterday so there are lots of tribute type comments and sentiments out there in the land of the internet. </p><p> </p><p>I saw a link to Gil Scott Herron, (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOBVa6Gg6PA&feature=share" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOBVa6Gg6PA&feature=share</a>) and thought I'd remind myself about him. (I will add a disclaimer before you read further that I don't know that much about Gil Scott Heron, his life or his influence. However I still had some ideas I thought worth sharing...)</p><p> </p><p>As i watched and listened I read the comment directly under the clip. It was:</p><p> </p><p>"Chuck Norris saw Gil Scott Heron, bowed to Gil, shook his hand and said "Thanks for the wonderful music you have given us." After that he got Gil's autograph, got a high five and watched with tears in his eyes as Gil walked into the sunset."</p><p> </p><p>I kind of sighed and rolled my eyes it is overly sentimental and it does that awful thing of building a myth out of a man. I hate that. He was a guy, a really great guy perhaps, maybe a unique, profoundly talented man, but he was human. I object to deifying and mystifying a human. It creates a divide between him and me and the rest of humanity and that does none of us justice. Especially him.</p><p> </p><p>The author of the comment achieved this link to myth quite neatly by linking him to Chuck Norris. In popular culture Chuck Norris is a joke and a Myth. He is the ultimate all American, good guy, martial artist. You use him when you want to demonstrate just how bad ass something is. </p><p> </p><p>some example Chuck Norris Jokes:</p><p> </p><ul><li>Chuck Norris died 20 years ago, Death just hasn't built up the courage to tell him yet.</li><li>There used to be a street names after Chuck Norris, but it was changed because nobody crosses Chuck Norris and lives.</li><li>Chuck Norris can cut through a hot knife with butter</li><li>Chuck Norris and Superman once fought each other on a bet. The looser had to start wearing his underwear on the outside of his pants.</li><li>Some magicians can walk on water, Chuck Norris can swim through land.</li></ul><p>(For more fun Chuck Norris facts, jokes and merchandise check out: <a href="http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/chuck-norris-top-50-facts" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/chuck-norris-top-50-facts</a>)</p><p> </p><p>So you can see that Chuck Norris is now a myth-man who is better than Superman, Jesus and even Death itself is afraid of him ('Death once had a near Chuck Norris experience'). He has become immortal end ever young, ever powerful and undefeatable. In other jokes god, nature and the laws of physics all bend for him.</p><p> </p><p>I have to admit I really quite like a lot of the better Chuck Norris Jokes. Some of them predictably get quite foul, but as a whole it is a fun game of word play, machismo and ridiculousness. </p><p> </p><p>Anyway, to have Chuck Norris pay respect to Gil Scott Heron is to say that he has earned and deserves the respect of even the baddest mother fuckers, and once you're mates with Chuck, no one will mess with you.</p><p> </p><p>As I pondered the various elements at work within that comment I realised something about the value of art. </p><p> </p><p>I was watching the tall man playing music and surrounded by other men playing music and in the macho context of the Chuck Norris comment it was really clear to me the value of the fact that these men had chosen to focus their lives on music, and art. They had not taken up arms and decided to hurt people. The idea that music as an outlet, art as an outlet... and how you could have every person on the planet making music or art and it would never be too much. You could not have every person on the planet do any other activity and it be ok. </p><p> </p><p>And I guess, on a basic level I was responding the power of the Chuck Norris myth, I was absorbing the idea that it is ok to make art. Chuck Norris approves. Its allowed. I don't have to put on a cape and save the world, I don't have to mount podiums and start preaching and converting, I don't have to contribute anything more than my art. And at the end of my life I may have a) contributed something worthwhile and b) avoided spending my time creating harm (one would hope... a whole other discussion might be about how art can be hurtful and damaging - but lets not go there here and now). And they are both worthy things to have spent a life doing.</p><p> </p><p>Yes, I was being influenced by a tongue in cheek, slightly facetious YouTube comment.</p><p> </p><p>Don't get me wrong. Gil was not a passive, feel good guy with no issues. He was an activist, linked with militant black movements and his music was often angry or loaded with political import. He had drug problems and was in and out of jail. </p><p> </p><p>I am not saying art is the answer to all of societies problems. </p><p> </p><p>But I do need, as an artist myself, reminders about how powerful and positive dedicating your life to art can be. It is so important to be reminded that it is a powerful medium, especially as so much of your time and effort is spent in relatively solitary activity. (perhaps less so for musicians) You can influence people, you can say stuff to a wide audience, you can share a point of view that may not get heard in other arenas, you can inspire, give confidence, improve people's lives without even meeting them. </p><p> </p><p>Some artists make things that just add to the noise in the world, some create peace, some educate, some provide a sense of community to isolated people. And yes, i do think that some do harm. However, it seemed clear to me in that moment, somewhere between Chuck Norris and Gil Scott Heron, that it is worthy. It is not a waste, I am not squandering my potential, i am not neglecting other duties I may have to society or my fellow humans. (You see the devils that can haunt an artist?!?! Self worth and the worth of your practice. What to spend a life doing...) So my pondering lead me to a sense that it is possible to be an artist in whatever form and you would not be selfish or self indulgent in pursuing your practice, you have no idea who you might touch and what benefit that might have. </p><p> </p><p>Gil Scott Heron did all this in his creative life, he used words, poetry, lyrics, music to work against injustice. Whatever failings or struggles he may have had he at least did this, with intelligence, authenticity and poetry. </p><p> </p><p>like this:</p><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaD-FKIfYgk&feature=related" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaD-FKIfYgk&feature=related</a></p></div></div>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-61958768865728358882011-04-20T20:14:00.001-07:002011-04-20T20:18:07.719-07:00What's been going on?It has been quite some time since I posted here. What. Has. Been. Happening?!?!?!<br /><br />Well... I have been lost in a land of in-between-jobs-studying-homework-ness.<br /><br />I have spent the last year reminding myself of all the things I've learnt before. But not for no reason. Its funny, I was reading back over my <a href="http://alisonhanly.blogspot.com/2009/06/rant-angst.html">rant</a> from June last year and I have done a lot of the stuff I said I hated doing. I've gone back to school, and not even fun school... really un-fun school. I have done a Cert IV in Training and Assessment. Here in Australia you need one to teach adults in TAFEs. It has swallowed about a year of my life, whole, no pausing for air. I am almost finished, just a few little loose homework ends and I will have a piece of paper that says I can teach. Woohoo, I think. Not sure I want to teach in TAFE now... I've started my own independent classes and you don't need bits of paper for that.<br /><br /><a href="http://alliesartclasses.blogspot.com/">alliesartclasses.blogspot.com </a><br /><br />I will admit that I was seriously considering deleting this blog, as I haven't added to it in such a long time. But I spent a little time looking back and I realised that I still like it. It helped me reconnect with a lot of the work and shows I have had in the past few years and which ultimately I have had mixed feelings about. I haven't painted, I will admit it, in about a year. And re-reading the blogs was a great way to reconnect with the work I was doing and now as I finally start to edge carefully back into that creative head-space it is a beautiful thing to come back to the old work and see it fresh.<br /><br />As painful as the course I've been doing has been it has provided a time gap to help me see things fresh again. A good thing. And I have a new piece of paper.Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-85199363679391099402010-07-26T18:39:00.000-07:002010-07-28T16:34:15.017-07:00The Sydney Biennale<span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">Sydney town eh? Mostly I have disliked my trips to Sydney. Something horrible seems to happen every time I go. Nothing outrageously bad, just something slimy and gross and kind of upsetting, but leaving no visible marks. Its hard to explain. And while these things are happening Sydney kind of looms above and around, like a dark, creepy phantom endorsing these bad experiences. Is it that I am absorbing the resonances of a place soaked with misery past? Is it just that I am trained into the predicable safe straight lines of Melbourne and find the convoluted ways and byways mysterious? I don’t know.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">So I headed to Sydney trying really hard to keep my mind open. I was determined to force it open with a crow bar and then keep it propped ajar with aforementioned crow bar if need be. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">Turns out the need didn’t be.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">I found myself in a summer paradise, after weeks of cold and grey in Melbourne, Sydney was blissfully frolicking around in a green, lush, perpetual spring of twenty degrees. I had never realised before why my father, who is from Sydney, was always pining for it during the Melbourne winters. Now I know. T-shirts, trees that didn’t realise they needed to drop their leaves yet, bare feet on Bondi Beach, and sun, sun, sun. The twisty, kooky streets and buildings seemed funny and adorably quaint. Strange nooks and hilariously incongruous attachments, the jumbled mix of old and new all seemed like something from an animation by someone trying really hard to make a place that couldn’t really exist in real life.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">And the art?!? The thing that i risked my life and sanity by traveling Tiger airways to see?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">It was ok. You know, same old same old. Wearing the obligatory contemporary art uniform. Instantly recognisable... ‘I am art!’ it says, before qualifying it with, ‘I am <i>contemporary </i>Art’. Ok, thanks. I heard you. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">The Biennale is an awesome thing. Some of the best and most contemporary art in the world travels all the way to Sydney Town. How can that not be Rock and Roll. But somehow is wasn’t. Maybe I was just tired. I seemed to do an awful lot of walking, up and down hills, stairs, more stairs and then a hill. Maybe I needed to concentrate on using the crow bar for the part of my mind that processes art, not the bit that judges cities. Maybe I was so blissed out on sunshine that I forgot to be wowed by art. I admit that for a sun deprived, solar powered chick the art would have to be extra-ordinary. There were some really good peieces that made me smile an sigh, and say 'Hell Yeah!', but there was only one that made me swoon and want to spend an entire day immursed in its glory.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">The MCA had some winners; Pearlescent pins made into bonnets, lavishly indulgent ceramics of rudie nudie bits that were so over the top braroque-esque that you had to laugh, peasants discussing old masters, dead and dying languages. I liked all of these. They were good. They all made me want to laugh, or touch them or I was jealous that I didn’t think of it. I like art that makes me jealous. It is one of the ways I know it is good. I also like ones that make me think... shoot me off into a little frenzy of connecting dots and drawing parallels. Cockatoo Island of course had some great ones; the flying sparking cars, </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgO7DyJApgtyikep5aAfs6u6w4_Re2WI2nLOgFgYrJvVeAM42Zo6xOHnYROC0yl8S_7A7oKmCTkjOrtNS5hPvT3jbss4nb9WgEOkr_p6xsUJyiuJV-GIBKYPPovg14L7AY8rA7HNzVshot/s1600/38213_409523246324_765186324_4650887_3246242_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgO7DyJApgtyikep5aAfs6u6w4_Re2WI2nLOgFgYrJvVeAM42Zo6xOHnYROC0yl8S_7A7oKmCTkjOrtNS5hPvT3jbss4nb9WgEOkr_p6xsUJyiuJV-GIBKYPPovg14L7AY8rA7HNzVshot/s320/38213_409523246324_765186324_4650887_3246242_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499100510707879218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">the bigger than human sized purple </span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4XBsCp7TgcSNrOZEZxiKo3WeyfA5MC9VBmIKE7Y0YoG_KhwP3i5crYmteDzyLl6MpzLzbRoC2w_dIXQrV-9ay8pU990FKYlxYhx7ZuAy92EdDrol5Q-QVvaHL-If-xVGjkmsrQBXUwm0J/s1600/deer+with+shark+jaw"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4XBsCp7TgcSNrOZEZxiKo3WeyfA5MC9VBmIKE7Y0YoG_KhwP3i5crYmteDzyLl6MpzLzbRoC2w_dIXQrV-9ay8pU990FKYlxYhx7ZuAy92EdDrol5Q-QVvaHL-If-xVGjkmsrQBXUwm0J/s320/deer+with+shark+jaw" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499100824596374642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">deer with a sharks jaw gaping ravenously out of its stomache...</span></span><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">We went there on our last day in Sydney, and after four or five days of sun it had clouded over and gotten cold. Remember it is the middle of winter? oh, yeah! And remember yu are about to go home? yup, thanks. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">So after starting to accept that not much there was really going to blow me away... It happened. Maybe i just need cold miserable weather to truely appreciate art, but i think i would have loved it anyway. It was.... duh da da duuuuh: ‘The Feast of Trimachio, Part 2’ by AES+F... Sigh.... Gush. Love.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">I think it was the music as much as anything. Mozart and Beethoven stand up and take a bow. But it was the music and the visuals... Did I already say sigh, gush, love? It certainly was a feast. Beautiful people, beautiful computer animated scenery, and the birds. They had obviously filmed the people on a blue screen and then superimposed them on the landscape and on each other. And the same people did the same things over and over, but to someone else, in a different setting. It was poetic, profound, indulgent, and generous. It made me think and it made me want to sing and dance, a friend of mine did dance! It was a resort, a paradise for the exhorbitantly wealthy, these people arrived with their white day suits and white luggage and then spread out over the island. It had a feeling of a strange kind of eden, inhabited by gods. Not the one big stern fella, but the old Nordic or Greek gods who loved and had sex and fought and <i>lived.</i> But are not human. More perfect and more faulty. Eternal. It was intense and distilled and erotic, it was menacing and pointed and political, but above all it was lushious. The people moved in ritual formations, repeating and repeating again, seeming to touch each other but really not at all, slight blurrings at the edges told us they did not really touch. Once a servant, next time master, one time leaning in, another time reclining away. Repeating seemingly endlessly, race, class, gender, age all used and subverted. Moments of army like unity as they run in their glitchy ways on treadmills. Other moments of splendid individuality, or duos and trios of predestined interaction. Progressively getting darker and more creepy. Until we watch the end of their world. Aliens, out of control weather, people fleeing accross now hostile landscapes. One little boy who at the start had slowly lowered himself down onto a day bed, this time lowers himself down with an arrow in his chest, red seeping accross his white shirt. And all the time this music is lifting you up and filling you up.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">I watched and felt swept away, rejuvinated, touched. Yes, I like to be touched. I walked out and did not want to see any more art. Good thing I saw that one on the last day!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11;">Conlusion: I highly recommend travelling to Sydney for a weekend in the middle of winter. The Biennale is a great excuse to do it. Go to the beach, check out the art and enjoy yourself. And maybe on the last day when the sky is overcaste and you are starting to remember that it is winter after all, you will get swept away and find that one piece that makes you not want to look at any more art for a while.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br />Photos by Erin Voth<br /></div>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-1605942173799602832009-07-11T06:54:00.000-07:002009-07-11T07:05:20.821-07:00The Impact Of Stones - Part IIIAfter the third group, from Library Space, had had their wicked way with gallery and its contents we had an opening night to show it off in its final manifestation...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2TDNfvIsENfWQig22kzGbRvt9BWR3TE5cWj-UzZIwS8H0igLO9vqgWoFZxRK52ovdAQqWG6K40cGzEHA3NiZisKdwzu-HlWbekVWhhlnvdSIOWMPUxNrkflR7HXXF6idW7XVdg3yUU9Mi/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqZ7NNPooBc41OKJgeHyAWwNnR9ziCLzt7zVasw1ZfFsBBVZYQJ9txdTzG0L6T6bOMsudoKDwJWDV8Zl7PRVrno-nB3I2Da_40EqrZDvAFDmEsAx3sSiiD2el8TQpaJ0uYIkTs2NvuHfnx/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355305544218300658" border="0" /></a>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-91896093364123674972009-06-28T06:12:00.000-07:002009-06-28T06:51:39.633-07:00The Impact Of StonesA group show at Brunswick Arts<br /><br />Four of us who are involved with the gallery have made work to the theme 'The impact of stones.'<br />Next week artists from the ARI Trocadero will come into the space and, with the same theme in mind, create work that interacts with or obliterates or alters ours. The week after that a group of artists from the ARI Library Space will come in and do the same again.<br /><br />This is what we have left:<br /><br />Alister Karl, curator of the show, threw rocks at the wall and documented it on video... the paper was his target and he threw rocks until it fell off the wall. He has re-pinned it to show.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXGgz5jPFd3fPdH_Am-FrqiwWFDbAaJvmqgfuv-f11i7zc07q9cd7kzSpj1-HCl0eEcMzsZqJp539SKpg2GUVID50XlGL9z7YYkHaAhrjY8lpLYFqAbPIoNkzJcMgq5rva4bgm_XCWiLt8/s1600-h/Al's+work1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXGgz5jPFd3fPdH_Am-FrqiwWFDbAaJvmqgfuv-f11i7zc07q9cd7kzSpj1-HCl0eEcMzsZqJp539SKpg2GUVID50XlGL9z7YYkHaAhrjY8lpLYFqAbPIoNkzJcMgq5rva4bgm_XCWiLt8/s320/Al's+work1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352367319770563442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXv08rPSno2ozYbdiFqKXlgQlXAE-p9J_g8GDsUVtwdQWoBVP1zR05DnKH_V44XNR-Oe6Qdk51Qfd_oI-rGzRLeQcZbgsR0JyDaQegLGqMZxEDk5ozRUFYLszvv1GTjnD-oMucjZbrlkjH/s1600-h/Als+work.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXv08rPSno2ozYbdiFqKXlgQlXAE-p9J_g8GDsUVtwdQWoBVP1zR05DnKH_V44XNR-Oe6Qdk51Qfd_oI-rGzRLeQcZbgsR0JyDaQegLGqMZxEDk5ozRUFYLszvv1GTjnD-oMucjZbrlkjH/s320/Als+work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352367323910696050" border="0" /></a><br />Colleen Jones made massive rosary beads:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTUHKmLm_PGEUJbuPeHJI7JXRY3knojwMljLROFTWaTdsKRPONd4Q_EEIblDHSDFG1SHMd6csVJqeq_RrpVvgSumxJWceLEtWPVL6tmpR7JP_2GwrKmH1SZefmA0lZmZJ-PL8oGHB3nK3/s1600-h/Colleens.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTUHKmLm_PGEUJbuPeHJI7JXRY3knojwMljLROFTWaTdsKRPONd4Q_EEIblDHSDFG1SHMd6csVJqeq_RrpVvgSumxJWceLEtWPVL6tmpR7JP_2GwrKmH1SZefmA0lZmZJ-PL8oGHB3nK3/s320/Colleens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352367334559483778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrSJmUKD_oIJHto2wbInZldiu1oeXTBV9y0_jhqRV5r649TTPeduJgAj6kxASzUjAjSdNe1K1fDnizw47k36gEiRTWOnxcp5JPv9cNs9uQ-ppSK5ecXI7qWwqZVGB9p3tdRphN9WnMZDr/s1600-h/Colleen's+Work.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrSJmUKD_oIJHto2wbInZldiu1oeXTBV9y0_jhqRV5r649TTPeduJgAj6kxASzUjAjSdNe1K1fDnizw47k36gEiRTWOnxcp5JPv9cNs9uQ-ppSK5ecXI7qWwqZVGB9p3tdRphN9WnMZDr/s320/Colleen's+Work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352367329206919682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Benjamin Webb made reference to the Rolling Stones:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QlE82nZBQ-_C_N7V8JcQA6JUUHw_0AYmK0YLhII_SUTeO4GBoagpb26oTZEic19ifs_hk7XsW8LnPMPGc5wMUTOl4KJuAUk0WjQrz7JCOcFTrzFuc_3PStdUUViPm3k7hQzaym2Zvtf_/s1600-h/Ben's.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-QlE82nZBQ-_C_N7V8JcQA6JUUHw_0AYmK0YLhII_SUTeO4GBoagpb26oTZEic19ifs_hk7XsW8LnPMPGc5wMUTOl4KJuAUk0WjQrz7JCOcFTrzFuc_3PStdUUViPm3k7hQzaym2Zvtf_/s320/Ben's.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352367337499142978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88m1-jRK0V4_jFY3SN7tvEdLzzCOawhsRsX1bR-JGj2RJuFjWM0YoYtu8h2WjINYsKzHHnjGNq83MhLTrvI3lL_B-hYZ05jRved0Kj-U-KCJ3ACY0GndGNnBQU470t7WMvgEWJAio7-Um/s1600-h/Ben's+Work.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi88m1-jRK0V4_jFY3SN7tvEdLzzCOawhsRsX1bR-JGj2RJuFjWM0YoYtu8h2WjINYsKzHHnjGNq83MhLTrvI3lL_B-hYZ05jRved0Kj-U-KCJ3ACY0GndGNnBQU470t7WMvgEWJAio7-Um/s320/Ben's+Work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352368280513089010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I made this, called 'Please Do Not Touch.'<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh56euMtrxZr58B2ZIFVWw_5JOCtxPn37ljHPAEPJN6YKOmJsbKYpNWfg3oU5RAvsKtLvJi1d_rYQNMUVrxC7zZH0aPjhmatPMtIUheEfuZHA3rsNiOWiAyKg9Ute7FG_GfJpHgNRP0suw1/s1600-h/TIOS2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh56euMtrxZr58B2ZIFVWw_5JOCtxPn37ljHPAEPJN6YKOmJsbKYpNWfg3oU5RAvsKtLvJi1d_rYQNMUVrxC7zZH0aPjhmatPMtIUheEfuZHA3rsNiOWiAyKg9Ute7FG_GfJpHgNRP0suw1/s320/TIOS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352368283957201522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC84CSzfk1DF21cgXTczqEXRP7QdpyyVPLM_eWRQUZtzoqShC_6spZypCHZFAZLSW5k8AahB2LJnM5wUrpLGKPbUlFImvWChGtkRhQaoXJX5SotpEE4sNCGX6-DDedkFmm2vU3UfhcEDZm/s1600-h/TIOS14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC84CSzfk1DF21cgXTczqEXRP7QdpyyVPLM_eWRQUZtzoqShC_6spZypCHZFAZLSW5k8AahB2LJnM5wUrpLGKPbUlFImvWChGtkRhQaoXJX5SotpEE4sNCGX6-DDedkFmm2vU3UfhcEDZm/s320/TIOS14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352368293596339394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1fyW2gfo8GnIiFrRMN3zb7hhFKqejA5oJBzDILdWkCBa4OYm1MHZ6p4xao3HiUctjuQxFODd0VrlZUd-C09fdqoVE_7SC6n_SHPPQ6B1lhStMWDxxmm9RJC92p5Xdfube1nNEHeI6rtb/s1600-h/TIOS+aerial+view.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1fyW2gfo8GnIiFrRMN3zb7hhFKqejA5oJBzDILdWkCBa4OYm1MHZ6p4xao3HiUctjuQxFODd0VrlZUd-C09fdqoVE_7SC6n_SHPPQ6B1lhStMWDxxmm9RJC92p5Xdfube1nNEHeI6rtb/s320/TIOS+aerial+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352368286795801906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXyRgrpNwj33w9113Hm-d4a8k4585Q-SpETbbaYiyFQ6_Gu7Y8isyBIawuoh6MYmOqvnNvdlc__jwQRHzDeVM0gK3h5RvQRzCSdg21e1X5qJfi4-GaTVgaN1g9pBQw-mhvubmlMPhY5rr/s1600-h/TIOS10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXyRgrpNwj33w9113Hm-d4a8k4585Q-SpETbbaYiyFQ6_Gu7Y8isyBIawuoh6MYmOqvnNvdlc__jwQRHzDeVM0gK3h5RvQRzCSdg21e1X5qJfi4-GaTVgaN1g9pBQw-mhvubmlMPhY5rr/s320/TIOS10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352368296841184290" border="0" /></a>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-8245731353013695092009-06-23T05:28:00.000-07:002009-06-28T05:30:21.988-07:00Brainstorming about stones"The Impact of Stones"<br /><br />That's the theme of a show.<br /><br />These are the thoughts: A rolling stone gathers no moss. David and Goliath. Avalanches. The stone age. She/he who lives in a glass house shouldn't throw stones. a stone's throw away. come on everybody lets get stoned. The Rolling Stones. flint - i.e. stones to make fire. Stones to make weapons - spear heads. Stones to build houses, fences, mark property, boundaries. The stoning of people - esp women - as punishment. jewelery - precious stones... stones used to own people, i.e. engagement rings. The earth is a big rock. stone cold. boys throwing stones. blue stone streets. the great wall of china. heart of stone. that myth about that guy (Sisyphus) who had to push the big rock up the hill only to watch it roll down and then do it again for all eternity, i.e. futile effort. Stone the crows. stone as compressed earth. Stone as mineral. stepping stone. corner stone....<br /><br />moss on stones, soft on hard, alive on dead. a sign of the stone being still, staying in one place for a length of time. but should that rock move, or be moved, the moss will easily tear and give way.<br /><br />avalanches, many small stones gain momentum and collectively gain a terrifying force, can change the shape and face of a mountain.<br /><br />stones to build walls, shelter, protection, boundaries to fields and towns and kingdoms. keep others out. or in. so, used to mark and also to contain - property, ownership - and then to protect what is owned.<br /><br />...<br /><br />I think I'll build a wall.Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-70215673015340394952009-06-10T21:36:00.000-07:002011-04-20T19:55:11.354-07:00Stuff and stuffSometimes I feel like I am in a constant state of existential angst. The forces tugging at my mind may change, but the state of confusion and indecision does not.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4j1i0z7zruEc8H97C9ZSW8hzRM664YR1PhM6cTyeU-w8LY7Y9401_6DRUmS217MaplpfXzmEPAJ5O6ZcbQOIX7jvS77SucwLsEq3HRB8F9XmKcIC9eiTbFzGQgOChYUJrjsObzLQyophs/s1600-h/the_scream-cropped.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4j1i0z7zruEc8H97C9ZSW8hzRM664YR1PhM6cTyeU-w8LY7Y9401_6DRUmS217MaplpfXzmEPAJ5O6ZcbQOIX7jvS77SucwLsEq3HRB8F9XmKcIC9eiTbFzGQgOChYUJrjsObzLQyophs/s320/the_scream-cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345924976469857474" border="0" /></a><br />Through the years it has always revolved around the question of "what the hell am I doing here and can I justify my existence?!?!" Be that questions of employment, charity, ethics, relationships... they always come back to this and I have never had a solid answer.<br /><br />Years ago I had that thing that all artists struggle with at one point or another, i.e. can I really justify giving myself over to this thing that is art when I could be feeding the poor or saving the whales or something virtuous. Painting seems so self indulgent. But after trying other things and being miserable, I figured in the end that at the very least if I became an artist then I wouldn't be a liability to society by being so miserable.<br /><br />And yes, that choice has definitely made me happy - and I have not regretted it. I just wish I had made it earlier. However... contrary to many people's romanticised ideas, it IS actually a hard life. Unless you have a trade that pays well you or you manage to hit the jackpot and produce work that people will pay a lot of money for (which has its own traps in terms of feeling free to branch out and experiment with your content or style), you generally end up working multiple crappy jobs and don't spend nearly enough time in the studio. There is a truth to the poor artist stereotype, and the hardest part is that when you try and make some money from your talents your peers criticise you for being a sell out. (That is a whole other rant let me tell you)<br /><br />I have spent years trying to run a small business, thinking at at least I could be my own boss. Only to discover I am really, REALLY bad at it and that it took even more of my time than working brainless jobs in someone else's business. I have spent years trying to sell stuff at markets and find myself producing work I wouldn't even buy, and getting depressed about people who literally ask me 'Do you really think you are worth that price?' And I know that that same painting at that price in a gallery would be under priced.<br /><br />So I have been conflicted between my quiet little desires to produce work that I like and really loud voices, both internal and external that demand I do something <span style="font-style: italic;">useful. </span>Be that to make money, help the world a little, contribute something to the art world and its dialogue, make work that other people think is good... something... anything! oh yeah, and that thing about money is that you <span style="font-style: italic;">really do need it, </span>you know, for things like eating, having enough to pay rent...<br /><br />Sometimes I just wish that I had some sugar-daddy, or patron who would pay for me to live so that all I had to do was paint. Ha! Like that would ever happen in Australia! And like that wouldn't be a miserable situation of unspoken weirdness, gender issues and kind of horrible gratitude. What I really need is a nice wealthy, jewel encrusted sugar-mumma! who loves me and I love her and there would be no weird incestuous sexual undertones (she'd have to be straight then). She would want to spray me with money and art supplies because she loves elephants and loves my paintings. We could go on safari together in Africa and it would be soooooo cool!<br /><br />You see, the point is, if I ever get around to it, that I am still conflicted about what to do with myself. Sans my sugar mumma I have to think about things like money and how to make it. I am sure I don't want to be a sales assistant forever, but do i really want to study something else in order to be able to have some other solid skill so that I could get paid more per hour so that I could work less hours so that I would have more hours to paint? Or does that just feel like one more distraction in a long line of distractions that all originally felt like they might have been a way out of that work/paint equation, but that only ever ended up taking so much more out of me than giving back.<br /><br />I could go back to uni and do a second degree in visual art. Which would at the very least give me a few years of time dedicated to my art practice... but, and maybe I'm just being annoying now, but I <span style="font-style: italic;">hate</span> school. God forbid I should have to do another three years of undergrad... I hate small 3000 word essays~! And I don't take well to making work in any sort of communal environment. I am fiercely private when it comes to the making part. If I was to do it I think I would prefer to skip to a masters if anything, because I really want to sink my teeth into one big project, and make a whole heap of paintings.Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-66832050653663086232009-05-05T01:25:00.001-07:002009-05-05T17:30:33.441-07:00Opening night of Show and Tell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghti41dcjWUD0eeMDLX1ohEQL6hbgREE1wBiQJ0fR8VOJ6cxOSAEM10wJGsZy5Yv8ScMMDT6oKWE4_AgaoQ-Qu3gP-K8Ng6s59_h0zIHYKYGvfVd3is1a0WZ4OzB5shZnjjf9N_5l5ZzF/s1600-h/DSC_0117low.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghti41dcjWUD0eeMDLX1ohEQL6hbgREE1wBiQJ0fR8VOJ6cxOSAEM10wJGsZy5Yv8ScMMDT6oKWE4_AgaoQ-Qu3gP-K8Ng6s59_h0zIHYKYGvfVd3is1a0WZ4OzB5shZnjjf9N_5l5ZzF/s320/DSC_0117low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332495676636416226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Belinda Wiltshire, who manages the Pea Green Boat studios, has created a gallery space at the front of the complex for one night shows. Artists who have studios there can book it and have an opening night. There are a lot of good things about this scenario, firstly it means that as it is not a proper gallery it doesn't have to be open to the public the rest of the time and none of us have to spend days sitting it. We can leave the work up til the next show goes up - usually a month between them - and bring people through if anyone couldn't make the opening. It is free and less formal than other galleries, which takes some pressure off so we can have more casual shows, and maybe show stuff that is a bit more experimental.<br /><br />So a perfect setting for a show of sketches and photos taken while away at the Elephant Nature Park. I also managed, thanks to the superior technological skills of my brother, to have a series of videos I took projected up on the wall.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzq3D39lEOb4CNqd5ehQ8onGqY-5Ht8FgVz1q4eJV4tECYsyXTdjTD24aDpq7xvf8f9drjPTFyXEPYkXy71nVLc9HlDy85VTrMIZ_4Xbr-k3ELtTbzjmRST1Xnuj4NmpTFpPqi6Q2ZO2sR/s1600-h/DSC_0033low.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzq3D39lEOb4CNqd5ehQ8onGqY-5Ht8FgVz1q4eJV4tECYsyXTdjTD24aDpq7xvf8f9drjPTFyXEPYkXy71nVLc9HlDy85VTrMIZ_4Xbr-k3ELtTbzjmRST1Xnuj4NmpTFpPqi6Q2ZO2sR/s320/DSC_0033low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332495233885273346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqDpCulawqrz12HhBsSxb_7gwJYVHND1fUOij3XadyQRTmNIVwtVdxS7k4KgteCDFrVFww8iZ8qVtpzG7EbcX5cv0XURXkcM9jFB8oP-VvFgzpbRuPNfQFWkw96PiGVHaNbK2nk8mEXKf/s1600-h/DSC_0031low.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmX0Chb04moBA1ncavDdjA8Xis0sRtMvl2M1CVgvT4QPIYVvDbisRKZVAW3P9KyC0omiLzmcf__w_wlOvVk4T60V-E8O8YRpLDQfgz7JjcV4lCEcPEZYFhgFP_e2nrqLhsDX8m5Jkt1ZRD/s320/DSC_0115low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332495940187622226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcpnnTJHOUkUcT0vCEJBXLhRiO2VROLhlXeq53a-5G04wtbq0fIcSFkIjaTagiYr7CmR3AYTVoENDAF6cJckI6AsgoFgq65kHVkVgwBSMw4qHT2XIToRUW9SKmwanFtdpCzjLD6IWHX5E/s1600-h/DSC_0116low.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcpnnTJHOUkUcT0vCEJBXLhRiO2VROLhlXeq53a-5G04wtbq0fIcSFkIjaTagiYr7CmR3AYTVoENDAF6cJckI6AsgoFgq65kHVkVgwBSMw4qHT2XIToRUW9SKmwanFtdpCzjLD6IWHX5E/s320/DSC_0116low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332495946719651394" border="0" /></a><br />Tusk and Trunk Twisters. Am awesome drink invented by Michelle, one of the staff a the Elephant Park.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq_wP6D2OBaptFYbmByGtppgKUkn-L1iTuThcKnf8OrtAzOxIT9KXYSpea370vxam8f4i8ljLcpUesNzo_KbXtvjIyr9tGL3h6TkyVtpcZ7AZfKVPjk0fvctOVohwX5ZE09MnhUvvoPwr/s1600-h/DSC_0099low.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq_wP6D2OBaptFYbmByGtppgKUkn-L1iTuThcKnf8OrtAzOxIT9KXYSpea370vxam8f4i8ljLcpUesNzo_KbXtvjIyr9tGL3h6TkyVtpcZ7AZfKVPjk0fvctOVohwX5ZE09MnhUvvoPwr/s320/DSC_0099low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332495674940542882" border="0" /></a><br />As the show was called 'Show and Tell' people started insisting that I say something, not just have all this stuff up on show...Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-17467358388903815742009-04-20T06:18:00.000-07:002009-05-05T17:36:49.870-07:00Show and Tell at Pea Green Boat<div style="text-align: center;">I am having a little one night show to share what I<br />was doing while in Thailand.<br />The exhibition is going to be held at my studio complex:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Pea Green Boat.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">31 Tinning St,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brunswick, Vic</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">from 7-9pm</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3rd May, 2009</span><br /><br />come along and check out some of the sketches I did and photos I took...<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnHubmeAv_y_ycMv1tFhkj-nKrwcQReslf_tD1za1ITeOv_vJSQrnlbz3jeTt5qiMHr8tKZ8ACdjusskD9NrfW7dPJc2KcNkbilhVnn9kWE5-z8eq52m7TH8aeJL5q76Ut7aNuwbNO6_h_/s1600-h/two+friends.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnHubmeAv_y_ycMv1tFhkj-nKrwcQReslf_tD1za1ITeOv_vJSQrnlbz3jeTt5qiMHr8tKZ8ACdjusskD9NrfW7dPJc2KcNkbilhVnn9kWE5-z8eq52m7TH8aeJL5q76Ut7aNuwbNO6_h_/s320/two+friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326763544843174818" border="0" /></a>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-66322071524912523752009-04-20T02:38:00.000-07:002009-05-21T05:19:17.102-07:00So much to say...So I've been back from my Thailand trip for a couple of weeks now but still can't seem to get my head together to know what to write about.<br /><br />So here is a rundown of all the topics I want to cover and if you click on them you will be linked to a post about them, if I haven't written it yet I promise I will get to it soon.<br /><br /><ul><li><a href="http://alisonhanly.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_7275.html">Art in Bangkok and Thailand</a></li></ul><ul><li><a href="http://alisonhanly.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_24.html">Chiang Mai and the Elephant Park</a></li></ul> <ul><li><a href="http://alisonhanly.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_342.html">Sketches</a></li></ul><ul><li><a href="http://alisonhanly.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html">Stories and what I learned about elephants</a></li></ul>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-63349025272271951572009-02-26T01:06:00.000-08:002009-05-05T17:35:57.039-07:00Bangkok...So, well... yes.<br /><br />Bangkok and I will meet again, after about twelve years apart. Last time I was a teenager, well cushioned from the city by the large group I traveled with. The accommodation, the transport, the activities were all planned by someone else. All I had to do was follow the crowd. It was a wonderful trip actually, I went with a group of WWII veterans, many of whom had been prisoners of war under the Japanese. We visited Hellfire Pass, wandered massive cemeteries of white military crosses, heard first hand stories from the men who had walked there in utterly different circumstances fifty years before. I was quite a random addition to the group. I didn't know anyone else on the trip and at the time I didn't know of any relatives of mine who had been a POW or even fought in the Asian Pacific campaigns. Later I realised I actually had several relatives who had fought there - not the least of which was my grandfather! When I got home my grandmother told me stories I had never heard before about men I had barely heard of, but who were her brothers, cousins, friends. Husband. I guess she had never before thought I'd be interested.<br /><br />So anyway, Bangkok and I will meet again in exactly one week. This time I am on my own. I am glad to be going back as an adult, where I can choose to stay in less western hotels, eat less western food, and travel in less controlled (and possibly less comfortable) modes of transport.<br /><br />I am planning to spent two weeks working with the elephants, and the rest of the time will be researching residencies, art universities, galleries, other elephant refuges... and hopefully a little time for a beach or two, a market or two and some mountainous vistas. I may not have access to the internet while with the elephants, but will try and keep the blog updated as much as possible.<br /><br />wish me luck!Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-71209740997322622032009-02-05T17:20:00.000-08:002009-02-16T06:31:34.036-08:00Melbourne's Sustainable Living FestivalThe Sustainable Living Festival is on again coming up on Feb 20-22nd and Federation Square in the city.<br /><br />This is the link to the festival program:<br /><a href="http://www.slf.org.au/festival/program">http://www.slf.org.au/festival/program</a><br /><br />there are all sorts of cool sounding talks, seminars and events!<br /><br />There is a design festival on the Friday at which I will be having a market stall. <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I'll be selling 100% recycled cards and notebooks, printed with my designs. The market runs from 10am to 6pm!<br /><br />I am also involved in helping with an event called the Fashion Jam, check out the link:<br /><a href="http://www.slf.org.au/festival/program/interactives/2193">http://www.slf.org.au/festival/program/interactives/2193</a><br /></span></span>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-10099788969778424862009-02-04T23:38:00.000-08:002009-02-04T23:56:35.336-08:00Taking Down TIBA (or how to get a wall drawing off the wall)As I have given you the journey of how the painting got made I thought I should also show how it got unmade.<br /><br />So here it is all lovely on the wall.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTLM-mRTo2uaWGF5ScvcGD6-PuIQHNJT2iiaXkbOB3BcFK3FRLFtsLMPMlsvqfV7wgJUyzQ-Z4ImWCGrhB-Jlbr0curAbK9CLpuGffh-y3CvgQcJO-Ejq6ZhUo0pWkzHS8EHK_mEZSlOA/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_09.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTLM-mRTo2uaWGF5ScvcGD6-PuIQHNJT2iiaXkbOB3BcFK3FRLFtsLMPMlsvqfV7wgJUyzQ-Z4ImWCGrhB-Jlbr0curAbK9CLpuGffh-y3CvgQcJO-Ejq6ZhUo0pWkzHS8EHK_mEZSlOA/s320/uninstall+TIBA_09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299215048196332882" border="0" /></a><br />That is Alice, she is a photographer and her official capacity in Brunswick Arts has been to document the shows. It was quite funny because I had just bought myself a really nice camera and as we took the show down we were both taking lots of shots of the process of de-installation and of each other taking photos of the de-installation.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3OfzoofxNOwL-NcdGAj6EBhggbW_e1wCcQ0jJe-ntqZc4wfJ2z3pQ6M0I0-A2xtdOYDP6mbeMVDF5arDXCfNIYJMrObygbnJSbkiVNUGHFkBhhR9T8UppDOxsZMDPP435wYy79uYq_FQv/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3OfzoofxNOwL-NcdGAj6EBhggbW_e1wCcQ0jJe-ntqZc4wfJ2z3pQ6M0I0-A2xtdOYDP6mbeMVDF5arDXCfNIYJMrObygbnJSbkiVNUGHFkBhhR9T8UppDOxsZMDPP435wYy79uYq_FQv/s320/uninstall+TIBA_10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299215049419763570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaPTWGAhDLvQ_OMOHTi3AJwP4nEINj8Ll7nlLbGWqxotUBuI6XJJeTaIASLIHomOofTVus1LKh9Ly286XJUNY2yrKn77ElGdwaT5fhvgMVXLhx8UDyYkH0kucvM9iQkucwWlNCUSUh0g9/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaPTWGAhDLvQ_OMOHTi3AJwP4nEINj8Ll7nlLbGWqxotUBuI6XJJeTaIASLIHomOofTVus1LKh9Ly286XJUNY2yrKn77ElGdwaT5fhvgMVXLhx8UDyYkH0kucvM9iQkucwWlNCUSUh0g9/s320/uninstall+TIBA_11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299215050660414738" border="0" /></a><br />I quite like it just like this.<br /><br /><br />But paint over it we must, so first a coat of grey paint to make it easier to cover in white.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCfHrLvfrx6sXMG2rp-CXXSv5BxpKAlGajrg_jJjoLwlob_srCBs_3HolaKvsfJUjieSkUf8oT5dpo-3yG588fGUI39tr9AgGii1hdhDzrEJGSp8NeJIZ-BTYm_8IGSTX01Q7G-M9IUkr/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_12.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCfHrLvfrx6sXMG2rp-CXXSv5BxpKAlGajrg_jJjoLwlob_srCBs_3HolaKvsfJUjieSkUf8oT5dpo-3yG588fGUI39tr9AgGii1hdhDzrEJGSp8NeJIZ-BTYm_8IGSTX01Q7G-M9IUkr/s320/uninstall+TIBA_12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299215054026875890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5SJoL7bzxf1MAVUEWt6Ar6DRcm8e126mmhGISDCNITdd3K3D8e5q68qjrk4kZ3G0nh8OF_7Sbe482xQ85ZgluKzNXRKnmfyj758mOBBxYppQg06LO1dF2fI9FELfHHr2V_bBYrnz1Jjh/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_14.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5SJoL7bzxf1MAVUEWt6Ar6DRcm8e126mmhGISDCNITdd3K3D8e5q68qjrk4kZ3G0nh8OF_7Sbe482xQ85ZgluKzNXRKnmfyj758mOBBxYppQg06LO1dF2fI9FELfHHr2V_bBYrnz1Jjh/s320/uninstall+TIBA_14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299215058242163906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOalZx1kTW9w7LqmLc4SXxKNEwghx_3AlyO92fs9y6qbsOvUtPGc41cNBemGdcL2w2Zml6-SH_BHQvqPcH28o4EtLWlYqNWqlxEgypdfKwYRusKxnrjU9IPADGyZgx-1lnjuS35I6WjxUb/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_19.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOalZx1kTW9w7LqmLc4SXxKNEwghx_3AlyO92fs9y6qbsOvUtPGc41cNBemGdcL2w2Zml6-SH_BHQvqPcH28o4EtLWlYqNWqlxEgypdfKwYRusKxnrjU9IPADGyZgx-1lnjuS35I6WjxUb/s320/uninstall+TIBA_19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299215359337901090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOPbpeLzKzczqD-MxzF0v0pix9-KfZNriZVKpXyuXYxkjg23-LHJEy1dOI6ZWi2VFVPeTiG7V96N-byXgWl2zlCVxiOzPXx91jtSVknCaVt7mNOTxwcA9Ezl37103Q8rtvunVUqQ5RJrM/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_22.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPOPbpeLzKzczqD-MxzF0v0pix9-KfZNriZVKpXyuXYxkjg23-LHJEy1dOI6ZWi2VFVPeTiG7V96N-byXgWl2zlCVxiOzPXx91jtSVknCaVt7mNOTxwcA9Ezl37103Q8rtvunVUqQ5RJrM/s320/uninstall+TIBA_22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299215361900626162" border="0" /></a><br />and hey presto it is a pristine white wall again, ready for the next exhibition.<br /><br />Here are some shots of the other works coming down:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixsHEFiaRZs5yuGLJvBCJYoSyjAEBwo8Jl8EVuEBmsakERNmi_xuKSIvQ6H7i4JIFTabySKMsJSEcCMa8WMPsEnkXCvYl1aXRcE01Aw0nCSKxWt8GhE5ykXQI5Rp3mBEI0keeNL3vfron/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_21.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixsHEFiaRZs5yuGLJvBCJYoSyjAEBwo8Jl8EVuEBmsakERNmi_xuKSIvQ6H7i4JIFTabySKMsJSEcCMa8WMPsEnkXCvYl1aXRcE01Aw0nCSKxWt8GhE5ykXQI5Rp3mBEI0keeNL3vfron/s320/uninstall+TIBA_21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299218102444418082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9X3jn40No2DgE-mPQHRBilsJ3vyfmahLyA_ACwxQhW5N9gZH3oWv6OLqdo8BtlqA-7qCqISw0f_a80IJiaqnQqyG9izj3XCSXl2HUM35Zz8nQfm7fsmO46gfN6a92WWcj20AcaNQOVEy/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_02.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9X3jn40No2DgE-mPQHRBilsJ3vyfmahLyA_ACwxQhW5N9gZH3oWv6OLqdo8BtlqA-7qCqISw0f_a80IJiaqnQqyG9izj3XCSXl2HUM35Zz8nQfm7fsmO46gfN6a92WWcj20AcaNQOVEy/s320/uninstall+TIBA_02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299218093450240642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLP31YypaJZgKEZAwSwsnI32YYcw69NnMdmWPIRZgEp_y3ImQgqrt-gH0_SrHhiL3NBe9eKLKrVOvMLwTr-8YqBUefYcZPEzhEQjuddYJORhvHycRZWHl8bI2NKairAYVh4OhrgTbijnc/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_04.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLP31YypaJZgKEZAwSwsnI32YYcw69NnMdmWPIRZgEp_y3ImQgqrt-gH0_SrHhiL3NBe9eKLKrVOvMLwTr-8YqBUefYcZPEzhEQjuddYJORhvHycRZWHl8bI2NKairAYVh4OhrgTbijnc/s320/uninstall+TIBA_04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299218096708863074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRPie21GMmMkag6VxZSIlk8hKGpltYDow0VxZ32akG2LOJi4fTszWycEI5bqycZyZKN6FCT0bHcM8f0-6DaL8SFF6gOZgReHgd2tBPZOTOXqWZeWFl3KgqtRPALyPp6KCJXNKFfRED0Fv/s1600-h/uninstall+TIBA_07.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRPie21GMmMkag6VxZSIlk8hKGpltYDow0VxZ32akG2LOJi4fTszWycEI5bqycZyZKN6FCT0bHcM8f0-6DaL8SFF6gOZgReHgd2tBPZOTOXqWZeWFl3KgqtRPALyPp6KCJXNKFfRED0Fv/s320/uninstall+TIBA_07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299218096131847666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Egwx2E_LhHWZ5jX0W6sfkoxE4HEN45zzaZ_fXuhqt0oWIlD6wutEpknx0d0yPIxdkcSZPmyg0SSrftJdmEZmKsHoSSVaNP73Dj7I-aTliTAHZqJDlGu6Xf0Rs7bAlnwF23x_hIeZW06K/s1600-h/alice+and+al_001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Egwx2E_LhHWZ5jX0W6sfkoxE4HEN45zzaZ_fXuhqt0oWIlD6wutEpknx0d0yPIxdkcSZPmyg0SSrftJdmEZmKsHoSSVaNP73Dj7I-aTliTAHZqJDlGu6Xf0Rs7bAlnwF23x_hIeZW06K/s320/alice+and+al_001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299218707837169682" border="0" /></a> it was REALLY hot! One of those 44 degree days. ugh.Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-54023628458284758212009-02-04T22:44:00.000-08:002009-05-05T17:41:15.475-07:00Rosalie GasgoineI went to see the Rosalie Gascoigne show at the NGV today. It was pretty good!<br /><br />She started making art when she was 57. She had never studied art and yet has ended up one of Australia's most important artists, the first woman to represent us at the Venice Biennale in 1982.<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosalie_Gascoigne"><br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosalie_Gascoigne</a><br />(Click on this link if you want to read more about her)<br /><br />She is most famous for work made out of old road signs cut and assembled into abstract patterns.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimUdvIlfVswRU126VUJqndpdXqQFljAy1-wska0k0qZAJ6x2qUOa8CTqG5nH1sqJSTNop8KGZigbbULDpHTwH4SOH2cvPngpIPxbB-VUbmbXr6H5K3K4tdknfYarUqY69VxbJTWYo0NQq/s1600-h/News+Break+1994.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimUdvIlfVswRU126VUJqndpdXqQFljAy1-wska0k0qZAJ6x2qUOa8CTqG5nH1sqJSTNop8KGZigbbULDpHTwH4SOH2cvPngpIPxbB-VUbmbXr6H5K3K4tdknfYarUqY69VxbJTWYo0NQq/s320/News+Break+1994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299204023846612130" border="0" /></a>News Break, 1994<br /></div><br /><br />What surprised and thrilled me about her work was all the stuff I hadn't seen much of before.<br />She made really great sculptural work (as opposed to the above which is all flat and mounted on the wall) She still used all found objects, old enamel jugs and plates, dolls, wooden boxes and grasses, twigs, corrugated iron, metal bits and bobs. It all had a wonderful weathered quality and the items were often quite quaint and old fashioned.<br /><br />What struck me was how non-sentimental it was. A lot of artists use old weathered objects in their work, but there is a danger in working with them. I think people are attracted to them for their old beat up aesthetic and the sense of lost history and untold stories that accompany them and then the artwork ends up relying on the nostalgia the items evoke and trading on that more than it should. Gascoigne's work really didn't do that. The objects were interesting but the art work was not about the objects themselves, it was about the composition. They were all formal and beautiful compositions. I really, really enjoyed that. She also, as far as I could tell, had not altered the items except to cut them up to size. She had not painted or sanded, messed up or cleaned up any of them. She just cut them up and put them together. There was an astonishing authenticity in that. It was a very refreshing exhibition. I suppose perhaps that is where her japanese flower arranging background comes in, she had a profound purity and simplicity to her aesthetic.<br /><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhUWoHYLdS_X9lE9Hzupu1hJ0fRCNdg873ptW4ONNklVYb0RBmsqspd1uNQri8WDlVVAlW29Skp_5leRe8ABiuf0gWkwFtdvhh_aAPkU2b7PG3yJ_mkG8yOGZ-hB25uhkftPQi6iEdIM_/s1600-h/Rosalie+Gascoigne1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhUWoHYLdS_X9lE9Hzupu1hJ0fRCNdg873ptW4ONNklVYb0RBmsqspd1uNQri8WDlVVAlW29Skp_5leRe8ABiuf0gWkwFtdvhh_aAPkU2b7PG3yJ_mkG8yOGZ-hB25uhkftPQi6iEdIM_/s320/Rosalie+Gascoigne1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299204027513605906" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">Piece to Walk Around, 1981</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2X7FWPOpQTLNfYXI-ANzOwue3diiOV7R8Bt_dZBw85yejF3TlKo0uqqbYUeEIo-1TXSUhUILzWtq1rwdwvSA2zscovsbO1uUwE2k-zjfJkVWWu-z55_S3ytshwLGNIxwum0oOwyoLcUZn/s1600-h/Step+Through+1980.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2X7FWPOpQTLNfYXI-ANzOwue3diiOV7R8Bt_dZBw85yejF3TlKo0uqqbYUeEIo-1TXSUhUILzWtq1rwdwvSA2zscovsbO1uUwE2k-zjfJkVWWu-z55_S3ytshwLGNIxwum0oOwyoLcUZn/s320/Step+Through+1980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299209649655353714" border="0" /></a><br />Step Through, 1980<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(This was made with bits of old lenolium stuck to ply wood)<br /></div><br /><br /><br />When asked “…how did you come to be an artist?”, at a major<br />retrospective of her work at the Art Gallery of New South Wales. <p>Rosalie Replied: “Desperation, filling the void. Everything being<br />not enough, having an astronomer husband who went away<br />and looked at the stars all the time. That sort of thing.”</p><p><br /></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMVJgTH2JRybkJuw8yGxeRCWEluw59ROAnZb4AWL6hxsJVS9vASuAhK4st50bmrn7B9rovdII8Vs0vTrZoqutyNWxWowPrbWBDNBY_0EnW4erhID6PDRWWUN2JYNMFDa9FwekkojSpIWw/s1600-h/pinkwindow+1976.jpg"><br /></a>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-12126338353407681522009-01-24T17:11:00.000-08:002009-06-24T04:19:51.678-07:00I wrote this in May last year, I was trying to find words to help me explain what the elephant thing is for me, so I could write about it in the catalog for <a href="http://alisonhanly.blogspot.com/search/label/Now%20She%20Remembers">Now She Remembers</a>. <br /><br />This one is one of my favourites. It says something of the level of personal significance elephants have started to have for me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last night I was tired, exhausted in fact.<br />I lay in bed crying, trying to find a way to feel right.<br />Mind full of worries, heart full of sorrows,<br />wading into that bitter cold lake called defeat.<br />Feeling the tugging currents of too hard, too complicated, at my feet.<br /><br />Like a sleepwalker I woke slowly<br />Awake enough to see where I had wandered<br />I’d been there before. I knew the dangers.<br />Carefully I reached for things<br />To help me reclaim the shore<br /><br />This time<br />I called my heavy sisters<br />My tusk and trunk best friends<br />I asked to borrow some strength please<br />Some of that massive, swaying power please<br />Just til I find my own<br /><br />I started to feel it flow through me<br />Like a warm, dry, dusty desert breeze<br />It was good,<br />it was good and wholesome<br />But blood intervened<br /><br />I saw then, in full colour<br />Bullet wounds and machete sliced skin<br />I saw flailing trunks and limbs<br />I heard the terrified trumpeting<br />And the thuds as they fell to earth<br />I felt the confusion, the grief, the horror.<br />Trapped, out witted, out manoeuvred<br />My sisters, my friends<br /><br />No match for the human mind<br />No match for the human greed<br /><br />With their knowledge and their greed<br />These tiny human creatures<br />Can and do and are…<br /><br />…they are stronger than you<br /><br />I crouched on the shores of defeat<br />I curled up in my bed<br />I cried and cried and cried and cried<br /><br />Because the species that slaughters you<br />Is the same one that terrifies me.Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-50363786038868735442009-01-24T17:10:00.010-08:002009-05-05T17:35:36.470-07:00An interesting links on elephant trainingThis is from the Australian TV show Catalyst on less violent ways of training elephants<br /><a href="http://www.abc.net.au/catalyst/stories/2533487.htm">http://www.abc.net.au/catalyst/stories/2533487.htm</a>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-30672894114193142152009-01-24T17:10:00.009-08:002009-05-05T17:35:13.044-07:00Sketches from the Elephant Park in Thailand<div style="text-align: center;">Here are some samples of the sketching and watercolour paintings<br />I did while in the elephant park:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTJGuNhYn7CLZf51U4oCDUoIns9dROWiqfmzQfeIoYydPQkk_7OCCCAjw5AIxTc8td0BYAlnQAfZYXC0NBVyzwKoYeVo_bLP1TzMULFbBu55vf0e0HepLhxSOfdQA0bHUHZCSyMsb7nCv/s1600-h/maedo+green%26blue.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTJGuNhYn7CLZf51U4oCDUoIns9dROWiqfmzQfeIoYydPQkk_7OCCCAjw5AIxTc8td0BYAlnQAfZYXC0NBVyzwKoYeVo_bLP1TzMULFbBu55vf0e0HepLhxSOfdQA0bHUHZCSyMsb7nCv/s1600-h/maedo+green%26blue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24GQ1-Bi-IoVdfy2_vmikT4sO6fuVlb_SNhfKD9FBZgTUiJHYsAH6YS24KpZvg8N7sxyZAG7qhiD7WJqFwQs4A2FwLpLleG8na5le4GaqEbbfMSrxI9uvlTom2RM8hxYmpN2I6XJIBQik/s320/Mintra+red+grn+yel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326759975966144130" border="0" /></a>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-57281873504814199772009-01-24T17:10:00.007-08:002009-04-22T03:59:51.059-07:00Art in Bangkokcoming soon!Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-48565222762425611212009-01-24T17:10:00.005-08:002009-04-22T04:02:51.339-07:00Impressions of Bangkok and Thailandcoming soon!Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241221641761615732.post-10393243033077452822009-01-24T17:10:00.003-08:002009-04-30T03:16:21.903-07:00Chiang Mai and the Elephant ParkHere are some photos of the elephants and the park:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN99MmEPZ3ZriKo1IOTWRvMPqw2jDmozSEwvGoV5Z4-Alze6Ji4BkXb3pPYGvUfhene1ObdLJQehmo8qY-vSG5ohyphenhyphenBSyBnj7sT7SoqBZI2mKZcchy-xxkc1VRGgKLsi44Ha1Ltx0_I3vI6/s1600-h/baby1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsK7CkfVFYX_ScN-ZRoTAV_Mu0iHhzzvc0tty1gcHvlOz72t4eiAFcePoHYMO422VZmPT6IFqQjMVWfixB0cH-vBNSefK0lAnhW2rLAQsGaqO7lMsGBaD06z-j2LY11wXWChIZ4R-iW9B5/s320/2585_139158325482_654150482_6092032_3546860_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330413210396206770" border="0" /></a>Alison Hanlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07214727982763710888noreply@blogger.com0