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Rouse • 20.05.13 Abbotsford, 4:01pm The loud crack of the car...

Mon, 20 May 2013 13:05:02 +1000

Rouse • 20.05.13
Abbotsford, 4:01pm

The loud crack of the car backfiring jolted her back to a time so vivid in her mind she could not forget, she would never forget. It was the spring of 1943, war-time in Italy, her small town in the south had escaped the bombings, til now. She remembered the sound of the sirens, wailing in warning, her sister screaming at her to run. “Corri” she kept repeating, run, run, she said, out of breath. There was no time, there was no time. They had to get to shelter fast. Stumbling, desperate to reach the mountains nearby, so they could shelter in the crevices & caves, hidden from sight, while the hum of the airplanes drew nearer and nearer…

He willed her to turn, this vision in white. Who was she?...

Sat, 18 May 2013 09:02:37 +1000

He willed her to turn, this vision in white. Who was she? Immersed in this sunken sea, suspended by time. There she was, lost, in this underwater city, huddled, floating underneath her umbrella. She emerged like a mist from the veil of rain… He rubbed his eyes, unsure if what he was seeing was true… Or was this just an illusion…

We live under one sky — and the sweep of a past painted...

Wed, 15 May 2013 08:37:25 +1000

We live under one sky — and the sweep of a past painted from the palette of a bruise.
Red Constantino

If you hear a voice within you saying, ‘You are not a...

Fri, 10 May 2013 08:33:20 +1000

If you hear a voice within you saying, ‘You are not a painter,’ then by all means paint… and that voice will be silenced.
Vincent van Gogh

One day a genie appeared to a man and offered to grant him one...

Wed, 08 May 2013 09:37:24 +1000

One day a genie appeared to a man and offered to grant him one wish.
the man said:” I wish you’d build a bridge from here to Hawaii so I could drive there anytime”
The genie frowned” I don’t know. It sounds like quite an undertaking,” he said. “Just think of the logistics. The supports required reaching the bottom of the ocean, the concrete, and the steel! Why don’t you pick something else?”
The man thought for a while and then said, “Okay, I wish for a complete understanding of women- what they are thinking, why they cry. I wish I knew how to make a woman truly happy”.
The genie was silent for a minute, then said “So how many lanes did you want on that bridge?”

When I take photographs, my body inevitably enters a trancelike...

Wed, 01 May 2013 11:13:00 +1000

When I take photographs, my body inevitably enters a trancelike state. Briskly weaving my way through the avenues, every cell in my body becomes as sensitive as radar, responsive to the life of the streets… If I were to give it words, I would say: “I have no choice… I have to shoot this… I can’t leave this place for another’s eyes… I have to shoot it… I have no choice.” An endless, murmuring refrain.

Daido Moriyama

The Dessert: Harmony in Red (The Red Room) Expression, for me,...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 07:34:36 +1000

The Dessert: Harmony in Red (The Red Room)

Expression, for me, does not reside in passions glowing in a human face or manifested by violent movement. The entire arrangement of my picture is expressive; the place occupied by the figures, the empty spaces around them, the proportions, everything has its share.

Henri Matisse

I’ve never looked through a keyhole without finding...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 08:04:08 +1000

I’ve never looked through a keyhole without finding someone was looking back.
Judy Garland

The overlap • Toorak, 8:32am Veronique sat there waiting...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 10:05:31 +1000

The overlap • Toorak, 8:32am

Veronique sat there waiting … have a little goddamn patience, she told herself. She checked her wrist for the time, forgetting that she had stopped wearing a watch years ago, the one he had given her… some vestige of a time gone by… had it really been 3 years already? She shook her head, as if to rid herself of the thought, and pulled herself back into the present. Looking down at her phone she scanned the screen for any messages.. nothing.. and already 2 mins late … she was counting … hmmmm.. maybe there was an explanation… unlikely though. She couldn’t help feeling it was a case of history repeating itself… again. Coffee, she needed a strong one - now, before he arrived, if - he arrived…. Maybe she’d be more forgiving that way. Maybe. Where the hell was he?

I’m not an abstractionist. I’m not interested in the...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 22:13:56 +1000

I’m not an abstractionist. I’m not interested in the relationship of color or form or anything else. I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on.
Mark Rothko

There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to...

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 09:46:56 +1000

There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
Vincent van Gogh

Everything you can imagine is real. ~ Pablo Picasso

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 23:23:54 +1000

Everything you can imagine is real. ~ Pablo Picasso

Sin City • 05.04.13 Booze, Babes, & Bullets, Prahran,...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 08:03:44 +1000

Sin City • 05.04.13

Booze, Babes, & Bullets, Prahran, 5:53pm

The Letter • 30.03.13 Stairs, Southbank, 4:46pm. She was...

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 09:01:39 +1100

The Letter • 30.03.13
Stairs, Southbank, 4:46pm.

She was always in a hurry, today was no different… Slow down, she told herself, yes, now she was talking to herself. Did it really matter if she was a little late, would it be the end of the world as she knew it? No. She’d left early, this time. Alone in this city of hers - she built. But where had all the people dissappeared to - somewhere in the folds of the steps; her mind? There was no trace. Or was there… Wait, the letter… Damn - it must have dropped out of her bag at the top of the stairs. She had to go back, that would remind her, it would explain everything… Scarlet knew it.

Written • 2:43am, 05.03.13

head in the clouds • 23.03.13 St.Kilda East, 10:57am, #24hr13...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 11:04:43 +1100

head in the clouds • 23.03.13

St.Kilda East, 10:57am, #24hr13 @24hourproject

Just remember, when you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 09:16:09 +1100

Just remember, when you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.
Charles M. Schulz

Melbourne, 1:24am, Inertia Creeps #24hr13 @24HourProject...

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 22:14:08 +1100

Melbourne, 1:24am, Inertia Creeps #24hr13 @24HourProject Saturday, 23 March, 2013

Melbourne, 11:01pm, Nightswimming #24hr13 @24HourProject The...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 23:53:35 +1100

Melbourne, 11:01pm, Nightswimming #24hr13 @24HourProject

The final piece of the 24 project … I’m exhausted, but so glad i took part with photographers from all over the globe. Thank you everyone for your comments & support it meant alot, cant wait to read over them all after i sleep for another 24 hours..! Good luck to all my friends who are still going - i’m thinking of you … & look fwd to seeing all the images you’ve created on the other side of some night swimming. Buona Notte xo
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Melbourne, 10:57pm, Synchronised Silhouettes Speak #24hr13...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 23:29:05 +1100

Melbourne, 10:57pm, Synchronised Silhouettes Speak #24hr13 @24HourProject

Melbourne, 9:04pm, Femme Fatale Flame #24hr13 @24HourProject

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 21:38:37 +1100

Melbourne, 9:04pm, Femme Fatale Flame #24hr13 @24HourProject