La guerre de Troie n’aura pas lieu

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Jean Giraudoux

La guerre de Troie n’aura pas lieu

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Jean Giraudoux

In the loch
Blood stricken
Time hidden lay lost
Under this place of birth
Under your mind lies a tunnel
Under this stone salty darkness
Forgotten place of docks and ships

Brook Andrew
Warrang

In the loch
Blood stricken
Time hidden lay lost
Under this place of birth
Under your mind lies a tunnel
Under this stone salty darkness
Forgotten place of docks and ships

Brook Andrew
Warrang

The start of a photograph is from a previous picture. There is no preconception, rather predisposition. I will usually return to a familiar place or one that seems familiar. I stand still or move slowly, feeling things like the impulse of shapes, the direction of lines, the quality of surfaces. I frame with my eye (sometimes with my hands) as the ground glass would frame. Nothing that one could reasonably call thinking is taking place at this stage. The condition is total absorption; the decision (a picture) is spontaneous … Ambiguity may be the clue, there is the material. and there am I intruding my private intent. 

Aaron Siskind

The start of a photograph is from a previous picture. There is no preconception, rather predisposition. I will usually return to a familiar place or one that seems familiar. I stand still or move slowly, feeling things like the impulse of shapes, the direction of lines, the quality of surfaces. I frame with my eye (sometimes with my hands) as the ground glass would frame. Nothing that one could reasonably call thinking is taking place at this stage. The condition is total absorption; the decision (a picture) is spontaneous … Ambiguity may be the clue, there is the material. and there am I intruding my private intent.

Aaron Siskind

Lost Lonely and Lethal



I could never accept life as it was, 
i could never gobble down all its 
poisons 
but there were parts, tenous magic parts open for the 
asking. 

I re formulated I don’t know when, 
date, time, all that but the change 
occured. 
something in me relaxed, smoothed out. 
i no longer had to prove that i was a man, 

I didn’t have to prove 
anything. 


― Charles Bukowski

Lost Lonely and Lethal

I could never accept life as it was,
i could never gobble down all its
poisons
but there were parts, tenous magic parts open for the
asking.

I re formulated I don’t know when,
date, time, all that but the change
occured.
something in me relaxed, smoothed out.
i no longer had to prove that i was a man,

I didn’t have to prove
anything.


― Charles Bukowski

redemption
rɪˈdɛm(p)ʃ(ə)n/

redemption
rɪˈdɛm(p)ʃ(ə)n/

The Last Stand • 22.02.14
J ward, Ararat, 12:57pm

The Last Stand • 22.02.14
J ward, Ararat, 12:57pm

Time is an embroiderers’ thread,
Hold tight.
Weaving words like a web,
Stitched up.
Fraying the fabric of me,
Fixed light.
Fragments sewn to my mind,
Bound sight.
Dont let go,
Of the red.

Time is an embroiderers’ thread,
Hold tight.
Weaving words like a web,
Stitched up.
Fraying the fabric of me,
Fixed light.
Fragments sewn to my mind,
Bound sight.
Dont let go,
Of the red.

Il carrabiniere

Born in Calabria, Italy in 1929. Married at age 22. He spent 28 days aboard the Achille Lauro to arrive in Australia in November of 1968. Meet my nonno - Luigi.

Il carrabiniere

Born in Calabria, Italy in 1929. Married at age 22. He spent 28 days aboard the Achille Lauro to arrive in Australia in November of 1968. Meet my nonno - Luigi.

More of me comes out when I improvise.
Edward Hopper

More of me comes out when I improvise.
Edward Hopper

Sparkhead ◘

The creative act lasts but a brief moment, a lightning instant of give-and-take, just long enough for you to level the camera and to trap the fleeting prey in your little box.

Henri Cartier-Bresson

Sparkhead ◘

The creative act lasts but a brief moment, a lightning instant of give-and-take, just long enough for you to level the camera and to trap the fleeting prey in your little box.

Henri Cartier-Bresson