Traces

Ghosts roam this city

Forever leaving traces behind

Pieces of their lives

Yet we never know

Who they belong to

Why they left them

What they meant.

They are forever anonymous.

The Biennale of Sydney, 2010.

European Masters: Städel Museum 19th-20th Century, National Gallery of Victoria

Again, yet another amazing showcase of Art at the National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne.

Not my favourite collection of works, but nonetheless I appreciated it.

Max Beckmann's works were incredible. A whole room dedicated to the artist was a top curatorial decision.

It still astounds me, however, that people will stand in front of an artwork for 15 minutes just because it's Renoir or Picasso and they seem to think that spending that amount of time will help them better grasp what the artist is communicating. Essentially they dislike the work. How odd.

Coffee + Food + Art

Song to the Siren

Long afloat on shipless oceans

I did all my best to smile

'Till your singing eyes and fingers

Drew me loving to your isle.

And you sang

Sail to me

Sail to me

Let me enfold you.

Here I am,

Here I am.

Waiting to hold you.

I'm as puzzled as the new born child

I'm as troubled as the tide

Should I stand amid the breakers?

Or should I lie with death my bride?

Here me sing

Swim to me.

Swim to me

Let me enfold you

Here I am.

Here I am.

Waiting to hold you.

Candy

At the Dead of Night.

© Alyson Hewett 2008-2010

Browsing Finds...

Image 1 & 2: Daniel Gebhart de Koekkoek

Image 3 & 4: Greg Girard

These images are really beautiful. Colour, life, movement, passion.