Colour and Movement

Clowns are the epitome of colour and movement.

These particular clowns are apart of that frustrating game that inhabits the side-show alleys of circuses and agricultural fairs and shows of then and now.

They are full of colour, so here are some analyses of the colours captured in a blur.

Keeping art fresh

The joy of tupa ware. 
The equal joy of slip cast porcelain.
And finally, the joy of art!

Good Vibrations : Harmonious Orange

A ubiquitous colour in interior design and homewares of the 1960s,

orange is a colour that divides the world, 

ironically as it is the symbolic colour of unity and harmony.

Invite orange into your every day.

Just can't forget Berlin: Colours of Berlin No.6

It is impossible to forget Berlin.
The constant kaleidoscope of details one observes makes me think that Berlin is more like the Solar System than a city.

And just like the Solar System, there are different culture planets that all orbit around the heart of this amazing place.

Each culture planet is a world unto itself and thus, there are many ways

one can perceive a ‘treat’.

Take for an example, both bubble gum from some slightly worn gum dispenser marked with the going dialogue of the street all over it,

or a selection of delicate, old school sugary hits, served up in a refined tea room or café, deliver the same desired effect of reward and treat,
depending on the culture planet one is from.

The most amazing thing about Berlin is that these culture planets live side by side, cheek by jowl, overlapping forever.

Learn to speak colour

These images are from separate exhibitions viewed in Australia within the last two years. 

One was a part of the fabulous ‘Future Fashion’ held at the Gallery of Modern Art (GOMA), in Brisbane, Queensland Australia, 

and the other was from the 'Chuck Close' show at the Museum of Contemporary Art (MCA), in Sydney, Australia. 

Both were extraordinary shows.

The cohesive theme between these two very different shows and thus images is colour. 

The ever present element that drives our psyches. 

That feeds our souls.

There are constant dialogues and conversations occurring between colours, tints and hues. 

The amount of colours now available to everyone is both a delight and a disaster, as like all languages, one must learn how to speak 

but in some ways, more importantly, learn how to hear the nuances of that language.

Learn to listen to the colours you are looking at. 

What are they saying both from a physiological and semiotic perspective. 

How do they make you feel or for that matter, what do you want them to say?

Learn to speak colour...it will change your life.

There is more to a beaded curtain...

I have always suspected that  a PLASTIC beaded curtain could do more than just keep the bugs out.

An installation by Dani Marti called 'LOOKING FOR FELIX 2000’,

exhibited in the hay days of the Newcastle Art Gallery in 2011, proved that my suspicions were correct.

What do cotton candy and cherry blossom have in common?

It is almost impossible for me to describe how I feel about the colour PINK. It is beautiful, it is tacky.
It holds a universe of meaning.

The words below are truly beautiful, poigaint. Please take a moment to read them.

Pink flowers; 
Pink pens;
 What about a pink life

; Pink stars
; Pink trees; 
What a pink life that would be; 



Pink shoes; 
Pink dresses; 
That is the pink fashion life for me! Claudia Wilson

I have never see a pink cloud rain before. 

I have only seen a magenta bolt of lightening try to strike my heart,

and
 Aqua tears trickling from my dazzled misty eyes, down my
 Flushed and lonesome cheek, though 

I have never see a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.

I have seen spotted purple snakes crawling up my bedroom walls, and
 Transparent bubbles filled with dreams floating before my very eyes, though, 


I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, though 
I have seen a reddish sun cast shadows down upon a tortuous, rippling river; 


I have seen tears cascading down a sloping hill, and 
Gulls flapping their gentle, feathered wings atop some cragged cliffs, although 


I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although 
I have heard eerie and commanding thoughts and voices 
That no one else could hear. 


I have had disturbing, stabbing thoughts that have injured me inside, though 

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before. 



I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although 
I have slid down an icy mountainside on
a very sunny night.


I have wept a sea of deep blue and purple tears, though 


I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.



I have never heard thunder clap behind a rosy cloud, or seen
Tears fall from heaven or
have heard angels singing. 


I have had morbid thoughts of loss, death and suicide, 
While thunder clapped, and
 

these pink clouds could not rain.

 

Perhaps someday I shall see a pink cloud rain upon a 
Magnificent world, which I have created for myself,


where tall green and golden reeds are surrounded by swirling water pools, and 


a hallucinogenic sun sets behind high and mighty mountains.


And there, people would be trustworthy and true to heart.


No, I have never seen a pink cloud rain before,

although, 
I have seen almost everything there is to see -

Some good sights and some bad-


I have heard some screaming voices echo in my mind, although, 

some quiet ones as well. 

I have seen some orange and, pinkish sunsets, and mirages in
 the fortress of my own mind, however-


I have never seen a pink cloud rain before,
and 
I have never seen a pink cloud weep before….




Claudia Krizay

Colour of 2018: Purple

Colour of 2018: Purple

Tokyo Colours No.2: GreenTeaGreen

Tokyo is one of the world’s great megacities.
Full of contemporary and not so contemporary buildings and roads ways and overpasses, and urban railway lines,
and electrical overhead wires, and all the other elements that makes up one of these huge, modernist grey landscapes. 

But there is green too. In the forests, meadows and parks. It is a city full of nature, just hiding behind something man made.

JoyDay is coming: 25th November

JoyDay is coming on the 25th of November, and as always
the key thing to remember for that day, is to celebrate
the tiny or maybe big things that bring you joy.

We focus on the negative too much (I am guilty of that) but
it is the recognised, and sometimes unrecognised, joys that surround us which can 
bring a healthy, happy boost to our lives.

This image is a shadow play I recorded in Melbourne a few years back.
I loved the image but just did not know what it was that delighted me about it.
Then I realised, it was the range of hues and tones within the shadows that
spoke to me.

So have a look into the shadows (a good thing to do from time to time anyway),
and find the surprising colours within.

A small joy but joy is joy.

All washed up

One day I had a revelation when I discovered the photographic work of Bill Eggleston,
an American photographer.

He possess an eye and a sensibility which gleams beauty in every corner of

one’s ordinary world.

His work is truly significant.

I thank him.