the metabolism of travel

"We have discussed it, and named it
the metabolism of travel.
It means, one has to digest a lot of calories
to support a body's movement
through space.

displacement is, of itself,
an effort."

The metabolism of travel - text / concept / practice (Antonia Pont)

This ticket will get you in for free - just present it as you board : www.antoniapont.org.

Finally this website is getting close to being finished, in the construction sense anyway. I am excited to watch it grow and become a living body of work as Antonia adds content and gets it to fit her daily life. It was great to create a space for such interesting work, and fun to work with someone who appreciates a good yellow scribble as much as i do.

favourite thought

This is a favourite image of mine. A photocopy pasted into a journal back at art school, often re-copied, photographed, and now hangs on my wall. A favourite thought, that one day, when I am old, I will still smile and grow potatoes and know such joy.

forage the borage

Borage - the best thing in the garden at the moment. Borage for courage, borage for the sound of bees, stuffing their pockets full of pollen. Borage for freezing into ice cubes to cool glasses of bison vodka. Borage for salads - a sweet taste of cucumber and the joy of blue. Borage to chime against the red of the salvia - pineapple sweet sage. Pineapple sage to float on pear juice and manuka honey vodka. Pineapple sage to garnish rhubarb and make fancy the plain white deliciousness of coconut cream and rice for breakfast.

kiwifruit and green tea

tree with wood

tea towel map

sea journal

random journal page today.
the sea
green lines,
the beauty of aged paper.
dots.

home of the magpies

Collingwood football stadium. Very close to my house.
I am fascinated by the composition I found with this image. So flat, geometric, but layered and painterly. It is something of an abstract image, and yet it is just a straight photograph, sky, wall, powerlines. (click photo for larger view)
I collect these kinds of moments, when art presents itself for the taking.

self portrait silverbeet

This cold I have is a nasty demon. Seven days and it still lurks about my head like a dark cloud, dumping unwanted storms and murky thoughts on me, sapping my energy and good intentions.

st francis of assisi

St Francis of Assisi, preaching to the birds.
Giotto. 1295 - 1300

This is where I was a year ago today, sneaking photographs of my favourite paintings at the Louvre. I'm not quite sure which path will take me to this date next year.

For now I'll rest with patience. The wild spring weather is stirring everything up, but I'll try to follow the optimism of the warm calm moments in between the storms.

i am sick today

i only have a cold
but when i am sick, things seem worse than they are.

the books in which to hide

tapestry pixels

I found this tapestry in a flea market in Wales last year. I love the fluffy pixels. In the post today, 100 postcards of this image arrived. Email me your post address and I'll send you one. (rain AT anotherweather. org)

morning sun

morning sunlight on the washing
choi sum flowers, maybe for lunch

garden peas

shelling garden peas in the sun.
time for conversation.