Thursday 29 September 2016

Melbourne Fringe 2016

 

Low-Fi Bedroom Rock is an immersive experience of sound and movement. Performed in three acts and curated by Adnan Laala, musicians from Niko Niko, Adnan and the Whale and Write in Binary come together with dancers Amelia McQueen and Cobie Orger, to combine music and dance in a three-act performance featuring ambient synthesizer loops, drone and zero input mixing.

The sound evolves from New York style minimalism that includes repetitive driving rhythms, interlocking guitar riffs with the addition of explosive drum solos and dance that will fill the space with energy and movement. This work is inspired by the likes of Rhys Chatham, Neu and the Boredoms. It pays homage to experimentation, improvisation, space and movement.

WHEN: Friday 30 September, 6:30pm
VENUE: FCAC Performance Space
COST: $15 Full / $10 Concession
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Presented as part of FCAC’s Call to Create program in association with At Home Records. This project is supported through Maribyrnong City Council’s Community Grant Program.
Presented as part of Melbourne Fringe Festival 2016.



1- Image by Gregory Lorenzutti for This Town is Land Now, 2015

All content borrowed from Footscraycray Community Arts Centre Website, imges an content credit to who wrote or snapped first ;)


Sunday 13 December 2015

Death Before Mirage

Dear diary,

I had been putting off an entry, but it seems the time has finally caught with my fingers and caused me to elucidate something, or not - as the case may-be.
Melbourne Sunday, busy not like normal, Christmas hustle, rush to buy, buy and buy.  I had Gogol on my couch this afternoon, after the work was done, the sun was partially blocked by a high altitude haze.  
The Brassicas are killing it this year, Dandelion greens and fresh picked Garlic.  IS claiming more bombings, an MTV helicopter falls from the sky in South America.  
The Paris climate change deal appears to have been successful, I hope this will stimulate people into taking action for themselves in an effort to reduce their own personal contributions.  Less blackroof suburbs would be a positive step. Passive heating and cooling would be a positive step. Public transport would be a postive step.  

The persons opinion and reasoning for not riding public transport - " i don't like riding on public transport there are too many weirdos on there"

A steady start to summer, an early heatwave on the wax of spring and then return, the days ripple between cool nights and warm days, beachy weather and good sleeping weather.  The slug season is over, the snail war is over for now.  

reality is only visible through reason

not all art is visible to the untrained eye, but some is







Through the old wheels of industry into brave the air, some kind of future.

Wednesday 9 December 2015

Shallow Glass/Unbekannt Bus/Leaving Signs/Doomsday Spring/Ross Reads Me Letters; I don't know why - I'm dying you know.

I don't even recall how it all began really, but I can remember quite clearly how it petered out.  The heights of the war are legend, to those who can still recall.   The story I am talking about is the war of the windows.

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Public Bus 25 ran a relatively uneventful route for the most part.  It would roll past farmlets and houses along single lane decaying sealed roads and for some small stretch pass onto unsealed dirt. Over time of course there were notable exceptions to this history, 7 point turns on the plains road amid rising floodwaters.  The squishing of a foolish dog and some other minor details.  It may have been this lack of dramatic vistas or simply some unknown reason that caused the events which follow.



After smoking was outlawed on the bus, people had to amuse themselves in some other way it seemed.  There was never much talk on this bus line but neighbours were politely friendly and some small groups developed to chat and discuss various matters of the times.  The radio station never varied, pop hits e repeata, perhaps this unvarying aural niggling could have sparked this inferno of oppositions, as I said I still do not know.



Bus 25 had long traditional square windows, windows that when opened fully could easily allow a person to jump right from the bus, they slid along aluminium rails and each seat could operate their own window to where it would slide halfway parallell to the one in front.  I suppose the design is old, invented at a time when the roads were rougher, speeds were slower, safety was less of a question, wind was less a concern....



But now the bus reached 100 on the main roads, and if you were to have you window open along that stretch gale winds would pour into the bus, to be in this jetstream would render one virtually oblivious to any going ons inside the bus.  Your eyes would water and streams of brackish water would rain into your shoulder, the roar of the wind coursing past your ears nearly deafening you to most other noises, except the sometimes clanking train or hammering of a diesel truck on the other side of the road.



Some people at some stage, began to complain of this gale which would ensue after the opening of one of the windows, due to the particular nature of the commuters, the complaint was rarely referred to the person in operation of the window at the time.  Some of the girls would just sigh loudly (to be heard over the gale roar) and talk of inconsiderations done to their hair and makeup, which would to the meek commuter cause them to sink into their seats, feigning sleep and all manners of act in order to escape the remonstrations that though never direct filtered through to them between the faded red leather seats.

 

To the obstinate of the window operators a kind of simmering battle cry seemed to be drawn out by the twittering sighs and the eventual overt denial of any kind of moral value of the window openers by the complainants.  Windows open or closed secularized you, though never openly stated it became an unspoken agreement in the universe of this bus. This summer.



 

Peculiar seating arrangements began to occur, at first the affected groups would simmer in couplets or quartets able to dominate the windows in small isolated areas.  And after some time they simply moved onto certain sides of the bus.  Thus began the drivers side and the non drivers division.



It was never all women or all men either, the men who had hair longer and styled would take to the gustless drivers side of the bus and relish in firmly sealing the air outside, gloating over their space.  The girls who simply loved the fresh air pouring in of a blue sky afternoon would laugh as they pushed their window wide and prepared for the ride towards home. Division in friendship groups ensued, on the drivers side of the bus the windows sealed passengers would glare towards the non driverless side, where air streamed inside the bus, ruffling their coiffures and primped styled do's.

It became in a short time an unspoken offence to take a seat on the other side of that parched lino aisle.  To cross that floor would have inflicted one to gloating from that side and vocalized loathing from the opposing side.  Due to the natural disposition of the passengers at this particular time and at this particular moment in history both sides were quite evenly matched.


                                                                            




Food was sometimes thrown by the windows sealed drivers side.  Twisted cheese snacks would fly into the gale and richochet off target many seats down wind.  In rains through devout adherance to their principle the driverless side would endure the pelting droplets, arriving sodden and drenched at their final destination, though rain was not frequent this season as I recall there were only a few instances of this occurance and perhaps this led to the ongoing and escalating conflict.





Particular fire erupted between the sides of an afternoon. Small scuffles to enter the bus would be fought and won before the doors openened and re ignited on the steps.  The driver seemed blissfully ignorant of any odd behaviour and his dour unreadable face and black aviators shielded his accusing eyes and left us all in the dark to where his true loyaties lay.  But the heated afternoons brought rampant rage, the drivers side, only taking air from the wide open panes on the driverless would parch and cook in sweat, feigning comfort they would blister with emotion and glare through sweat beads at the reflections of faces drinking the rapture of the winds just to their right shoulder.


 

After a time the sheer magnitude of the ridiculousness of the situation fortunately became evident, grudgingly to some and easier to others.  Or everyone just remembered how to be nice to each other. A sliver of air opened on the drivers side and though everyone in the vicinity saw it immediately and all eyes were on it, no word of it was spoken.  The next day two slivers appeared and the windswept side was a little less gale force, some small increment had decreased the cubic force of air entering the bus.  Succinct words across the aisle turned to conversation and as summer broke into autumn the war of the windows was history.

I never rode that bus after that year, its run I will never forget, the hills and turns, riverside and town passages.  The mills that rose stacks to the sky and smelt of sweet and sour.  All that remains are these memories until no longer I can conjure them from my mind.
 



 


Tuesday 1 December 2015

RƆürnum

wake in power, spring dies like a desert flower, summer hushes in the southern swells.
June invoice, Roy Orbisons voice, into the cave where music dwells
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word motionless

breath hum har very very







another day falls from our fingers, wind pushes the leaves green and red speckled on branches high. 
paris hosts a climate change agenda, the world and every person hosts the possibility of change

echoes - echoes - echoes - echoes and i remember
a hush on the clamour

small movements
MVT1

there is stillness on the grass, it is afternoon, the sun is warm the shade is perfect.

MVT2

birds fly in the blue sky
fences pass
black ribbons across the land
black ribbons i never want to meet with hands

MVT3

i sink below the surface
welcome again i do not need to ask
a strange quiet my heartbeats the only song


city streets people passing by trucks hammer indian chinese greeks french pizza and cajun fries black silicone and blue skies.

piss and carpark smells, cold underground never see's the sun, working up the time, hour by hour minute by minute

tone poems


numbers tell a game, pictures tell a word, letters form a silence, empty hangs like a gust, tipping scales run their mouth, wide walls wander will they do love mie dü


 

Friday 15 May 2015

Tuesday 21 April 2015

My Checkout Operator is a Robot


The first cold cells overthrow the northern warm and the shortening days and mostly cloudswept skies leave little time for the warming of de ter. Hail storm in Melbourne and snow offerings on the high country. Another April and another winter on its way. Prepare the land and hail the hardy Brassicas.

Melbourne loses the iconic Movie Reel, owner quotes online piracy and streaming of movies to be resulting in the lowering of custom. The internet moves like a giant wave, overtaking the tangible world with inexorable surety, replacing it with the digital.010101010101010101010

Instead of going to the shop you go to your SCREEN.
USB controlled sex toys must be just around the corner, instead of going to the pub or cafe to meet people it's into the chatroom.
When the technology of 3dimensional printers improves we will be able to send gifts to people, maybe even send food to the food printer to have stuff printer out of reams of plasma and base carbohydrates.
Das Futuriens, Homo Futuriens, maybe the childrens of today children will have highly developed eyes to withstand the screen radiation, and as suggested improved responsiveness in the hands for typing and texting.

Signs of age: > nostalgia for the walk to the video store, the ensuing choas/order(spectrum) of human interaction, making a choice between titles/covers/pixors and then carrying that physical media to be loaned.

It will be interesting to see how far the internet and indeed digital/virtual world goes, perhaps this is the giant expansion and then it will taper off to reach that helpful and also when malfunctioning - unfuriating place in our lives. Because do we really want to be recharging our ipad so we can curl up on the couch to finish some chapters of Dosteovsky.

I would suspect that if the push goes further online the creative startup entrepreneurs will begin to develop in the online world, perhaps Movie Reel will begin its online life offering that fringe culture that Netflix's with its commercial and mainstream staples just doesn't have and can't have. The internet has always had that freak and fringe element, lately it has been drowned away in the sidelines of all that new flashy graffic design with fonts from caveman to futura.
Maybe this is way away, down the line, when our local barista can wifi into our food printer and have a nice latte ready for .025 bitcoins, when our partner is sexually pleasured wherever in the world they are, and when there are no more bookstores, no more video stores, when going to the shops is pointless because everything is just a print away.


viva la future

Sunday 22 February 2015

Hayfever and Kidney Bean Leaves



Animating practice again today, this took about 6 hours of full immersion including the watching  of a few tutuorials, it's a good way to learn photoshop- the adobe flagship image production program; animation isn't really a big part of the program but due to its impressive colouration and drawing options the program works quite nicely.

It's referred to in the Animation world as the program that is most similiar in production to the way disney would have made their animations, drawn frame by frame.  This is what I have done here, I have seperated the frames by 0.2 seconds and coloured each one by hand via a Wacom tablet and then erased and drawn over the old layers to create the motion, i'm not sure how this will effect my other practices in art but i think it can only be beneficial, especially for studying motion and movement, and especially colouring 75 frames in and out!  Mostly a trial and error as this is the first ground up animation I've done and I can see a lot of room for improvement.  This one was interesting because I was unable to view the motion of the work as I was drawing it so it was a bit of a gamble, I'm sure there is a way within the program but it is a considerable program so I will just have to keep digging for answers I suppose.

I look forward to continuing my studies of this motion imagery.

Storms today, about 1 hour after hanging the washing.  Now humid, outlook for the week is cooling, nights drop into the teens.

To controll bedbugs the arabs would put kidney bean leaves on the floor and the microscopic hairs on the leaves would pierce the leg joints of the bloodsucking parasites trapping them to the leaf, scientists have attempted to re-create a manufactured version of the kidney bean leaf as an alternative to dangerous bug sprays but so far their technology is only half as good at catching the critters.





Friday 20 February 2015

What is the Meaning of Life




The title of this post is from the 10th placing "top search"? in google under the (what is) string.  It's interesting that people are asking Google for the meaning of life.


Todays work consisted of learning how to make an animation from a small video clip in photoshop, it was a great way to spend a humid Friday. I have tested a few different techniques on here that i was thinking of, the outline animation came first along the profile of the figure and the full colouration of the 40 sign came next, the birds on the wire and the rat colliding were wiry movement studies and the gargoyle atop the delicatessen shop was more of a form study without any colouring.  

Low posts lately, have been getting a lot of hits concerning the last post concerning facebook, to their credit facebook have pulled back on their assault of a members inbox, the concern of tracking is not only a facebook issue, it is part of the greater webs movement towards becoming a hi tech marketing device, fear not though because developers are out there giving us adblocker and Tor, giving the net back to the community the way it was in the beggining.  RRR community radio glazed over the issue of internet privacy recently and linked by Vanessa Toholka 
This link is worth reading and at least knowing the possibilities that are out there.

http://lifehacker.com/the-best-browser-extensions-that-protect-your-privacy-479408034 

These are not to promote illegal activities they are about extending the privacy that we expect in our day to day lives in the tangiworld into the digital platform. 

https://www.torproject.org/index.html.en

I have already used adblocker plus and it is very effective 

https://adblockplus.org/

At first I resisted using these programs because in some way the ads do pay for sites that I support and are a legitimate way to spread information about events etc, but this can be configured for sites that you support and trust ( and mostly feeds showing gigs listing etc are not blocked ).  This program can save you from pop ups that can potentially read information on your movements and premeditate data theft.  It is good to take precautions and have safeguards in place. 

Blackberries from the creeks and lots of zuccinni growing mad in the humid waning summer, sundown in the evening now at 8:00, no significant bush fires this season, watch out for fuel levels.  Very few days over 40 in Melbourne, only one that I can recall, a mild summer I suppose.  Scale attacks upon the kale and also the zuccinni leaves.  Cactus also sprouted 3 pups which is going to tax it, maybe move it to a bigger pot.  Housing prices reach record highs in Melbourne, the inflation is stupid.  It was worth more when it belonged to no=one and the stewards were inseperable from it.  0 till is hard when you have kaikuya grass, compromises.. Borage grows so well but what the hell to do with it.  Mushroom compost to innoculate the lawn and the previous lumps of tennant lawn matting i think. 
    

 Thanks for reading Ya'll



Friday 24 October 2014

¡FUckFaceb∞k


As I learn more about the massive social network the slow to grow unease withe the beast it grows.
From its auctioning off of the browser information to the highest bidder for targeted ad campaigns and its infiltration into the online life of any partakers of its spread of services.  As the web becomes a place shared and enjoyed by all it must also begin to develop some of the moral freedoms we enjoy as people in the tangible realm.  the freedom of information for the safety of people against mass murders or the suchlike is probably in our best intrests, but marketing our online life should never be at the hands of anyone other than ourselves.  i'm not the only one that believes in some kind of mangable web freedom and thankfully those other people know a bit more about web development and coding https://plus.google.com/+SecuresocialNet/posts.
I think this is a good starting point to begin the ball rolling away from mass organisations controlling all of our passwords and all of our private information.  just like in tangiworld we should be able to have safe boxes and filing cabinets for our own doings, and not have the breadcrumb trail of our online paths mapped and logged for future campaigns.  just sayin. blockformtextlike

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Tuesday 14 October 2014

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I haven't got sick of picking holes at the relentless gentrification of inner city Melbourne - this picture is used without permission of the great cartoonist New York native Will Eisner.  Despite his outpourings in the graphic novel/comics category of art his candid depictions of the city he lived in were relaxed and showed the sharp eye he possesed. 
Melbourne real-esate (fake-estate ) is getting to such ridiculous proportions that anyone who is in some way connected to the city and has some sense of it's roots cannot but be called to point finger and wonder at the relentless inflation.  I'm blaming the "culture" aspect.
Since it's a culture I have helped to build shame shame shame, maybe we should have has some restraint and forethought.  Suburbs now sprawl out into the far reaches of land, almost to gippsland to the east and on the foot of the Macedon ranges in a few years. Sprawling across the hills, new settlers lured by the 2k on your way, debt then life in the isolated public transport free burbs, where everything is single story and that fucking unimaginative brick diseased australian design free - creatively free- legacy free- crafted free. 
Read and Weep
return to the desert of the real.

Monday 13 October 2014

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Wednesday 30 July 2014

Making a Mark - Austin Kleon

Blogger Austin Kleon, native of some big city in USA made a great post on graffiti with a progressive attitude towards.  There is nothing like alternative perspectives to give us ever broader pictures on the world. See his post here  Austin Kleon

to quote his final quote
"leave things better than you found them"

and something a polish chef told me once that cunningly seems to apply to a lot of things.
"there is always room for improvement"


image not mine, don't bother suing me I'm broke.