Do you love Fiona Hall’s work?
If you answered yes and yes, you might like to drop by Sydney’s Museum of Contemporary Art.
If you answered half of one yes, and you’ve not heard of Fiona, you might still want to check out the starkly beautiful Manuhiri (Travellers).
I find this installation
Stories from the Creative Path
Introducing…the woman who listened to the sky…
The woman with roses growing out of her brain
Linda Neil original art
In her own words:
the woman who listened to the sky: living locally with love and gratitude
At the beginning of 2014, after many hectic years studying, writing, performing and travelling, changing health circumstances indicated my life needed a complete overhaul.
Without any clear idea about
Joy? Grief? Huh? How do these fit together?
Let’s look at Hiromi Tango’s work.
Nature/Nurture (Green) 2015
neon and mixed media
This wondrous, brave artist threads together
loss, wool and plastic
to create vivid sculptural installations.
Her current Sydney exhibition, Fluorescence, encapsulates Tango’s grief for her
Last week at Sydney Writers Festival, I fell under the spell of the graceful being that is Ben Okri.
Writing requires listening – very deep listening – to the world, to other people, to oneself.
An artist pays attention, gives attention, tunes in to the tree roots level of the material that calls. The fine hairs that live on your sensitive artist antennae waggle around on your head, picking up creativity fodder.
This listening is a quality of presence. We attend, consciously and unconsciously. It’s as much about receiving as it is about doing; about input as well as output. The in-breath as well as the out-breath.
Can you allow yourself a pause – for ten seconds – for two minutes?
In order to l-i-s-t-e-n?
(though someone said I should call it Glistening. Because of the sparkly bits)