Diary Of Delirium

Reviewing work done in 2006 is therapeutic for all of those who were involved and who took up residency in Riversleigh!

Searching For The Toxic Baby

THESE STORIES WERE WRITTEN FOR THE RIVERSLEIGH PROJECT BETWEEN JANUARY 2006 AND MARCH 2006

VISIT THE SOUL FOOD CAFE

TO SEE HOW I CREATED MY “RIVERSLEIGH”

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MIDNIGHT CONVERSATION IN RIVERSLEIGH

There’s something buried in the Gardener’s Shed and why would someone bury something that wasn’t dead yet?

The thing in the shed isn’t buried very deep, so if you were to crawl over the dead fall in front of the door and were able to push your way through he matted cobwebs and you didn’t mind the smell of rotting leaves and small unburied creatures you’d see there under the window a slightly raised mound of earth.

Were you to look at the raised mound long enough and the light somehow managed to find it’s way through the little panes of glass covered with dust and dirt you’d think someone was lying there on their side with one arm cradling…

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A Room of Her Own – At Riversleigh

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Virginia Wolfe filled the hearts of women with yearning when she wrote about ‘A Room Of My Own’. Blogging technology enabled women to have rooms of their own at Riversleigh Manor.

Soul Tide’s blog remains a tribute and shows how you do not have to have independent means to have a very private room of your own.

Where It Did Not End

A New Year is beginning! I have finally freed myself of the void that had ensnared me and there is nothing quite like finding a familiar traveller willing to travel once more. So good to find you on the Road to Riversleigh AM.

Searching For The Toxic Baby

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What lies beneath the cool green waters

of  Riversleigh River?

Is it a face? Was that a hand reaching up for me as I looked down

into the waters that gently reached the riverbank

and rested there for a moment

before being pulled back out again?

I peered into the water and my face peered back

questioningly, I decided with annoyance.

Of course nothing lies quietly beneath the waters of Riversleigh River

I told myself sternly.

Its weighted down with rocks.

Big ones.

I should know.

I put them there myself.

( Inspired By The Riversleigh Journey By H.Blakey )

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A Flashback

ShineI have been foraging around through archived material at Soul Food and stumbled upon a magazine I created in 2004. This Anthology was compiled to showcase student writing at LaTrobe Secondary College and some of the Primary Schools that surrounded it.

LaTrobe Secondary College closed a number of years ago but this copy remains, a reminder of something that was produced in its final years. It also records work undertaken with the feeder primary schools in the area.

Looking back I am in awe of what we achieved, but perhaps more in awe of the fact that long lost links can still be traced, as can the crazy interview I did as a part of  the highly successful Pop Art Fiction project.

Creative Compulsive Disorder

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Zina Nicole Lahr

As a subscriber to Colossal I came upon the work of Zina Nicole Lahr. Tragically she recently died during a hiking trip. When you read her blog and her feelings about the loss of her sister this is all the more poignant.

Zina describes herself, in an inspirational video made by her friend, as having Creative Compulsive Disorder. There is no doubt that she was full of the most amazing creative energy and this makes her death harder to come to terms with. In this video, alone, she talks about so many creative projects. It is totally life affirming.

Zina was a Creative Forager and I am in awe of what she achieved in her short life.

Random at Colossal

I have decided to use the Random function at Colossal to see what pops up to offers some inspiration.

“Using thousands and thousands of standard sewing pins artist (and MacArthur Foundation genius) Tara Donovan creates geometric shapes on immense canvases that appear almost blurred and atmospheric. The patience and care it must take to create these works is mind boggling. Her hand touched each pin, one by one until the canvases were filled with gentle sweeping gradients of tiny metal circles. See the work for yourself at Pace Gallery in New York through March 19th.”

I am thinking that there are a number of things I could do as a result of seeing this artist’s work.

One thing I could do is contact Tara and talk to her about how she came to use sewing pins in this way. Another is challenging myself to find other uses for all sorts of obscure things – like paper clips, paper doilies or some more uses for blue tack.