Exhibitionism III

Here's the invitation. My picture is the one on the left - 'Pegs'. A digital image on canvas about 1 metre tall by 75cm wide.
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Exhibitionism II

In between the swimming, the running, the cycling, eating David's wonderous meals, sleeping, not watching a second of television and work, I have been making stuff for an exhibition at the Tin Cat Cafe which opens in just a short while - on November 8. I've made all the stuff; nearly. There's just some framing and other bibs and bobs type jobs to do. The photos below show the frames which need to be filled with pictorial material and the canvases which are all ready to go. Also there's a picture of some of the smaller works I'm doing - Original Fridge Art. They're postcard-sized pictures with fridge magnets on the back. The pictures are on art paper and are of archival quality. I hope someone buys them! While I may have a first and a last exhibition, I'd rather them not to be the one and the same.

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Gala Goolwa

Last Sunday we spent a lovely afternoon with our friends Graham and Kenneth at Goolwa. We had lunch at the Aquatic Club Cafe which was situated right on the river. As we waited for our fish 'n' chips to arrive we noticed a number of wooden boats sail up and dock at the small jetty in front of the cafe. Soon they all headed out to water again and then a horn sounded and a race began. Free entertainment. Other entertainment flew in too, in the form of pelicans. Graham grabbed my camera and took the marvelous photos you can see below. After lunch we wandered around town. An interesting spot was the boat restorers shed just down the road and of even more delight were two home's front yards next to each other in suburban Goolwa. I thought the lone colourful Mexican was 'Gala', as one of our friends might put it.

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Les Handle D'oor

In a particular episode of 'Absolutely Fabulous', after the kitchen has burnt down, Edina and Pats head via Concorde to New York to take a picture of a door handle Edina has remembered as being rather marvelous, so that they have a starting point for redoing their kitchen. At Chateau Glenunga the door handle was so important, it was left until the 'final hour' to be added. It is a minor piece de resistance. It adds the final touch to the mysterious translucent door.

Someone's Birthday

We recently celebrated David’s **th birthday.

Tradition has it that we attend a ‘nice’ restaurant as part of both our birthday celebrations and more recently tradition dictates that we stay somewhere ‘nice’ also. If you want to be even more acurate you could transpose ‘nice’ with ‘expensive’.

The celebrations were in two parts.

Part One was a ‘nice’ meal out at Mount Lofty House. It’s a boutique hotel just a kilometre up the road from where I work - but we didn’t let that put us off. We had a lovely meal. If it had been daytime we would have had the most magnificent views across Piccadilly Valley but as it was night time we saw, well, not much. The food was glorious.

The following weekend (Part Two) we went to Thorn Park Country House, a traditionally hosted B&B in the Clare Valley. Our hosts were David and Michael and the main house is just gorgeous - blue stone and sandstone, filled with antiques and glorious. But we stayed in the barn. No not on a bale of hay and with cattle lowing all night. It had been converted into a rather lovely self-contained unit. And even though we were pariahs from the Barn we could have full run of the ‘House’. We dined with all the other guests both nights which was great. A few too many lawyers though.

We cycled around the valley on the Saturday and visited a winery and sat on the Salt ‘n’ Vines Restaurant deck in the marvellously warming sun in the afternoon. Pure bliss-o-rama.

Photos (which, if you click on them will miraculously display larger in a new window, press the back button to get back to the blog) include a beautiful dusky rose next to the Gatekeeper’s Cottage, parrots in the trees, the nearly finished wisteria in front of the main house, the windmill in the paddock nearby and the barn with our bikes on the verandah under the Banksia rose.

A rose is a rose is a rose

Gertrude Stein used the above phrase to denote that 'things don't change' - they are what they are. Well, our roses are what they are and, even through we only have a few pots of roses, what they are is beautiful. I'l only share two pictures of the roses - the special ones. They are Delbard roses and they're both boys. We know this because of their names - one is Henri and the other Paul. Henri, as in Henri Matisse (the pink one with white splashes) and the other one is Paul as in Paul Gaugin (tropical sunset yellows and pinks).

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Exhibitionism

As some of you may know I will be taking part in a group art exhibition in November as part of Adelaide’s Feast Festival.

I have been working on a range of images for the past six months or so. All of them use my own photography but each image is actually a collage merging several different images, sometimes fairly obviously, sometimes quite subtly (I hope). It has been a love affair between my lovely Fujifilm camera, our iMac and Adobe’s Design collection. We’ve all worked so happily together. Only the occasional fights, freezings and crashes and burns.

Yesterday I picked up three photos that had been printed on canvas from the laboratory. The pictures look great. Unfortunately, there were ripples in the stretching of each one and one was placed on the frame in the wrong position. So they go back tomorrow – hopefully to be stretched properly this time.

The exhibition will be held at the Tin Cat Café and Gallery, 107 Rundle Street, Kent Town. It opens on Wednesday, November 8, 6-8pm. It will be called Six appeal as it involves six artists. Viewing times will be Tuesday – Sunday 10am – 4pm and Wednesday – Saturday 6pm till late.

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Duathlon Results

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I came 63rd out of the 69 who finished the Challenge, 'the big' duathlon. A lot of people seemed to have opted to do the smaller Tinman race this time.

Duathlon Daze

Surely both duathlons (See previous entry ‘The Tempest - Forsooth’) couldn’t be held under the same conditions? Stormy weather (Do I hear a song in the breeze . . .).

The answer was ‘No’ and ‘Yes’. Last duathlon we had wind and rain. This time there weren’t any torrential downpours, it was just windy. Very Windy. On the Richter Scale of Windiness (as devised by Thadeus Richter, the earthquake guy’s stepbrother) it was just between ‘Dorothy, we’re not in Kansas anymore’ and ‘Tracey visiting Darwin on Christmas Eve’. (Well, not really but you know I gotta make it interesting.)

So, it was windy. How did that effect my performance in this event which was comprised of an initial 8km run followed by a 35km bike ride and then an encore 4km run? The answer is that it made running and riding in some directions easy, say North, and quite difficult, for instance, South. And how did I handle this encumberance? Poorly. My my, did my legs ache as I rode the second half of the third lap and all of the fourth and final lap of the cycle stage. It is very sad when you’re riding your heart out against the wind and then someone passes you as if they had wind assistance not wind resistance!

Anywho - I did have fun. Believe it or Not. It’s a blast just finishing. Especially if they haven’t packed up and gone and all that is left is rolling tumble weeds and the whistling sounds from ‘ The Good, The Bad and The Ugly’ soundtrack.

Pictures.
The Start: I’m at the back. That’s where I stay.
Running: Only several kilometres to go.
Transition: On to the bike and into the wind.
Transition: Back from the ride and onto the run.
Transition: Put on the running shoes.
Finish: Puff, puff, puff - collapse.

Quorn

We were at Quorn, in the Flinders Ranges, for a sad reason. David’s brother had died - Roy had battled cancer on and off for the past three years or so. His funeral was held on Friday and we had been up to Quorn the week before to see him just before he passed away.

I had taken some lovely photos in the town previoulsy, so I took the camera there again this time. In between family gatherings I took some photos in the rail yards in the centre of town. I think you’ll agree that the old railway and surrounding area is a photographer’s paradise.

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