In less than 3 weeks, I am returning to the land of Fjords. To accept the invitation from on old friend to visit and explore a city which I visited for a short time, 6 years ago.
In doing some research of places to go and galleries to visit whilst in Norway, i stumbled upon this fashion video by Elise Gulestøl, called Into Wilderness.
July 23, 2014
May 9, 2014
Fragments of Flinders
This
new series of work is an outcome of a residency on Flinders Island last winter.
Flinders being part of the Furneaux group, a collection of islands which
sporadically bridge Tasmania across the Bass Strait to the mainland. My process
of exploration of islands is quite specific to the shoreline; Tasmania’s edges
in particular offer a collecting ground of potential. Objects that I am
attracted to through their textures and inherit meaning, their secret
narratives potential agency when they enter my studio.
Fragments of Flinders opens 23 May, 2014 at 146 Artspace, Arts Tasmania 146 Elizabeth Street, Hobart.
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| Marisa Molin, Fragments of Flinders #limpets (2014) bronze, resin. Photo credit: Mel De Ruyter |
Marisa’s Flinders Island residency
has been the catalyst for her making a key shift from the species level to that
of the site specific with the fragments, or species, becoming contextualized by
their geographic locale.
Being an island child, I remember
the satisfying moment when it became known to me that islands are in fact
inundated mountains. If the sea drained away, these islands would remain and we
would climb them seeking horizon lines. How pleasing the logic that these apparently
marooned objects or spaces are in fact mirages of fragmentation, interconnected
by submerged geographies. Thus, our forays along beaches are times spent on the
finest skree slopes edged by clouds, sea, water, or surf.
It is often upon these finest skree
slopes that Marisa’s practice as a landscape artist is worked. A locale that I
think is no accident given her maternal lineage to the island of Corfu where
the colour of the sea is an anchor, and a familial house is dissolving back
into the island: a back room still spinning on a child’s grace.
Core to Marisa’s work is the
meditative practice of combing beaches. A practice of surrendering to the
gleaning: you find what you find (fragments), you accept your gifts and you
make do. They are guides. Determinants. Encouraging of evolution. The precision
of the comb is incongruous. In neat twists in semantics, Marisa takes these
fragments, edges of the edge, and transfers them into pliable imprints, and
reforms them into new wholes, or, new fragments.
At which there is the consideration
that fragment implies that at one
point there was a whole (a whole continent, an entire land mass, earth plate)
and I wonder at the secret ratio between ‘entirety’ and ‘fragment’: the tipping
point between a chipped whole, a shattered teacup, a main-land, the unraveling of lace-coral.
-Words by Gillian Marsden
April 23, 2014
SUP adventure
Anyone
that has spent time with me in the past 4 months understands just how fond of
my SUP (stand up paddleboard) I am. This video I found today epitomises that freedom you
feel when you hop on and paddle away. Adventure isn't always to extreme rushes
of adrenalin. It can just be a sense of curiosity to explore and discover.
"The Questions We Ask" - Bruce Kirkby in a Kalum Ko film from Kalum Ko on Vimeo.
February 19, 2014
Illumination: The art of Philip Wolfhagen
Philip Wolfhagen is an icon of Tasmanian landscape painting. His exhibition entitled llumination: The art of Philip Wolfhagen is the first comprehensive survey of his art practice to date and is currently touring Australia.
The travelling exhibition schedule is as follows:
Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery: 13 September - 1 December 2013
Australian National University Drill Hall Gallery (ACT): 20 February - 6 April 2014
Cairns Regional Gallery (Qld): 9 May - 6 July 2014
Tweed River Art Gallery (NSW): 8 August - 12 October 2014
Hamilton Art Gallery (Vic): 15 November 2014 - 1 February 2015
Gippsland Gallery (Vic): 14 February - 12 April 2015
For more on Philip Wolfhagen, visit his website http://philipwolfhagen.com/
Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery: 13 September - 1 December 2013
Australian National University Drill Hall Gallery (ACT): 20 February - 6 April 2014
Cairns Regional Gallery (Qld): 9 May - 6 July 2014
Tweed River Art Gallery (NSW): 8 August - 12 October 2014
Hamilton Art Gallery (Vic): 15 November 2014 - 1 February 2015
Gippsland Gallery (Vic): 14 February - 12 April 2015
For more on Philip Wolfhagen, visit his website http://philipwolfhagen.com/
February 2, 2014
Sugar Man
Two of my favourite questions to ask travellers and friends are...
The most recent 'hot tip' was to watch Searching for Sugar Man (2012). A documentary that is perhaps a few years old to be considered a hot tip. None the less, I finally found a copy and was left inspired. A story of Sixto Rodriguez, a singer who posessed a raw talent that was not appreciated in his home country but his music found its own voice in the height of apartheid in South Africa. An honest protest in his lyrics of standing up against a government that don't reflect the voice of the people they should be representing.
Thought to be dead from a dramatic rock star suicide - nobody thought much to find him or understand the real story. Until this documentary.
Sugar Man is a song i've heard. I don't know when i first heard it but that 70's echo of folk storytelling is there and this is a genre I enjoy for its honesty.
Despite his later found fame, Rodriguez remained honest and true to the messages behind his music. If there was ever an album to go out and buy (ensuring that his present day royalties actually find their way to his pockets) this would be it!
'what are you listening to?'
and
'what have you watched recently?'
The most recent 'hot tip' was to watch Searching for Sugar Man (2012). A documentary that is perhaps a few years old to be considered a hot tip. None the less, I finally found a copy and was left inspired. A story of Sixto Rodriguez, a singer who posessed a raw talent that was not appreciated in his home country but his music found its own voice in the height of apartheid in South Africa. An honest protest in his lyrics of standing up against a government that don't reflect the voice of the people they should be representing.
Thought to be dead from a dramatic rock star suicide - nobody thought much to find him or understand the real story. Until this documentary.
Sugar Man is a song i've heard. I don't know when i first heard it but that 70's echo of folk storytelling is there and this is a genre I enjoy for its honesty.
Despite his later found fame, Rodriguez remained honest and true to the messages behind his music. If there was ever an album to go out and buy (ensuring that his present day royalties actually find their way to his pockets) this would be it!
January 28, 2014
A girl who travels...
Today 2 posts came up on facebook. Each, a condradiction of the other.
The first blog appeared on an ex-passenger's facebook page ' Don't date a girl who travels' . The second, i stumbled upon as a suggestion from having read the first - 'Date a girl who travels' .
Both give justifications of the incredible life lessons you learn when you travel. Regardless of both articles referring to 'a girl', i believe anyone who continues to travel, search, question and understand their life and reflect their relevance in big bubble of the world is something to respect and admire. The first blog though makes out that a traveller can't hold a job or have stability when in fact a true traveller is a survivor who works when they need, is serious when it is required but can stop and smell the roses even on the most stressful or mundane of days. It is a personality trait that shouldn't get brushed off as a daydreamer.
There is nothing scary about a traveller. He/She is probably watching their pennies, holding onto friendships and trying to appreciate the people, places, and experiences that they engage with everyday to make their life rich. A wealth that a financial security just can't compete with.
Buy a traveller a coffee and ask what they have been up to - i guarantee it hasn't been spent at a shopping mall or simply daydreaming. Something is for sure though, they wouldn't care if travelling made you question their worth for dating. He/She is too busy living life to care!!!
The first blog appeared on an ex-passenger's facebook page ' Don't date a girl who travels' . The second, i stumbled upon as a suggestion from having read the first - 'Date a girl who travels' .
Both give justifications of the incredible life lessons you learn when you travel. Regardless of both articles referring to 'a girl', i believe anyone who continues to travel, search, question and understand their life and reflect their relevance in big bubble of the world is something to respect and admire. The first blog though makes out that a traveller can't hold a job or have stability when in fact a true traveller is a survivor who works when they need, is serious when it is required but can stop and smell the roses even on the most stressful or mundane of days. It is a personality trait that shouldn't get brushed off as a daydreamer.
There is nothing scary about a traveller. He/She is probably watching their pennies, holding onto friendships and trying to appreciate the people, places, and experiences that they engage with everyday to make their life rich. A wealth that a financial security just can't compete with.
Buy a traveller a coffee and ask what they have been up to - i guarantee it hasn't been spent at a shopping mall or simply daydreaming. Something is for sure though, they wouldn't care if travelling made you question their worth for dating. He/She is too busy living life to care!!!
January 5, 2014
Namesake
Here I am back in my family home having coffee and eggs with my mum before flying back to Tasmania. With a quick look at the news and weather report, i have stumbled upon an article in the NY times on Elsa Schiaparelli and her grandaughter Marisa Berenson.
In her day my mother was a fashion designer inspired by Schiaparelli, so much so, her grandaughter Marisa is my namesake. This article and short video is a quick insight to her fashion and collection which will be up for auction in Paris.
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/11/19/fashion/Celebrating-Elsa-Schiaparelli.html?pagewanted=1&_r=0&smid=fb-share
November 18, 2013
...and we are in MOROCCO!
This time last year I was travelling Morocco with 3 friends. The adventures were captured by John O'Sullivan a.k.a. the author of http://twopassports.com/
The finely tuned video..
The funny mishaps...
and if you didn't get it the first few times > his name is John and WE are in MOROCCO!!!
The finely tuned video..
The funny mishaps...
and if you didn't get it the first few times > his name is John and WE are in MOROCCO!!!
May 11, 2013
The 5 Year cycle of change
I have always believed that my life has followed 5 year cycles. Whether it is a conscious act of change at the end of the 5 years or a predetermined path that has been set for me, I have become very aware of it and have enjoyed the journey it has taken me on. By packing up and changing everything about my day-to-day, I have challenged myself to always keep learning, never to get too comfortable through employment, location, languages, people and lifestyle. Somehow, despite the hard times, it has just worked for me and I'm grateful for all I have learnt about life, people and especially myself.
My recent 5 year cycle has ended and has now caught up with me. Perhaps its the rain and gloom of the overcast Sunday that has led me to reflect. For 5 years, I have travelled 39 countries. Lived in 3 foreign cities. Worked 4 summers in Greece. Taken over 27 tours through the Greek Islands; 4 tours through mainland Greece; 4 Tours through Southern Spain; and 1 Epic Oktoberfest Festival. I have sat on over 200 ferry rides across the Aegean and enjoyed the experience of meeting well over 1000 travellers.
For now i have retired my backpack and transient lifestyle to do my best at living in 1 place. That place being the last city I lived in Australia - Launceston.
My recent 5 year cycle has ended and has now caught up with me. Perhaps its the rain and gloom of the overcast Sunday that has led me to reflect. For 5 years, I have travelled 39 countries. Lived in 3 foreign cities. Worked 4 summers in Greece. Taken over 27 tours through the Greek Islands; 4 tours through mainland Greece; 4 Tours through Southern Spain; and 1 Epic Oktoberfest Festival. I have sat on over 200 ferry rides across the Aegean and enjoyed the experience of meeting well over 1000 travellers.
For now i have retired my backpack and transient lifestyle to do my best at living in 1 place. That place being the last city I lived in Australia - Launceston.
My own eyes
I stumbled on this song this morning.
Sitting in bed with my coffee and sniffles - flipping through youtube songs and this one left me thinking.
Imagine if we actually did share what we have seen on our journeys through life. Sit in a circle, one by one and share our stories. Stories we have experienced first hand that have affected us (good or bad) and want to share.
Stories that mean something and leave you feeling grateful for everything you have and everything you are.
April 14, 2013
Tamar Island Wetlands
Today I saw something similar to a murmuration. Walking through the tall reeds at the Tamar Island Wetlands with some friends, we witnessed a flock of birds actively swooping and gliding in the sky. What ever it was - it was breathtaking! What a great end to the week!
March 16, 2013
The amazing people you meet by chance
In posting today, I found an old post I had written in January. I remember the internet was down and I never got around to uploading this...
Whether it be on my travels, sitting at a bus stop, in a pub or through a friend - i am forever grateful for the amazing people i have had the chance to meet.
Dinner tonight was no exception.
I am currently in Toowoomba teaching a course in Wearable Jewellery at the McGregor Summer School. The lifestyle of the course is very inclusive. You stay on campus in student accommodation, eat breakfast, dinner and lunch together with other tutors and students. There is something always going on during the 10 day course.
Tonight at dinner, a bubbly woman sat next to me. I had met her before, only briefly, during Sunday night's trivia quiz. She was on my team of 8 and assisted in us coming second with her correct answer to 'where does Lego originate?' (Did you know it was Denmark???)
By chance this lady sat next to me at dinner tonight. She proceeded to compliment me on my mater mother's sculpture and the slide show I presented the previous day. I enjoyed her honesty of not liking my symbiosis masters work but she got what I was trying to do with it, she said - but it just wasn't to her taste. Fair enough, I thought.
It was only a brief chat over mashed peas, cauliflower, corn and steak. I found out she was from Poland and I was so excited to tell her of the places I had travelled in her country. I mentioned Zakopane, Krakow and Auschwitz. It was almost immediate when she looked deep in my eyes and said in her thick polish accent, 'no, no I have never been to Auschwitz and I believe I could never bring myself to go.'
Her eyes instantly filled with tears and emotion.
All I could do was look back and touch her hand with comfort. We both agreed on the importance of transparency in history and the significance of such a museum for the education of future generations. I understood through her eyes, she had been significantly affected during WW2, when she must have been only a child. She couldn't talk any more on the matter and I simply continued on how magical I found her country - especially in winter. This brought a smile back to her face whilst we finished our meal.
It was only a brief encounter with yet another stranger on my travels through life - but her honest emotion moved me and reminded me of how grateful I am to not have lived through what she must have.
(this is the only photo i could bring myself to take at Auschwitz in 2009)
Whether it be on my travels, sitting at a bus stop, in a pub or through a friend - i am forever grateful for the amazing people i have had the chance to meet.
Dinner tonight was no exception.
I am currently in Toowoomba teaching a course in Wearable Jewellery at the McGregor Summer School. The lifestyle of the course is very inclusive. You stay on campus in student accommodation, eat breakfast, dinner and lunch together with other tutors and students. There is something always going on during the 10 day course.
Tonight at dinner, a bubbly woman sat next to me. I had met her before, only briefly, during Sunday night's trivia quiz. She was on my team of 8 and assisted in us coming second with her correct answer to 'where does Lego originate?' (Did you know it was Denmark???)
By chance this lady sat next to me at dinner tonight. She proceeded to compliment me on my mater mother's sculpture and the slide show I presented the previous day. I enjoyed her honesty of not liking my symbiosis masters work but she got what I was trying to do with it, she said - but it just wasn't to her taste. Fair enough, I thought.
It was only a brief chat over mashed peas, cauliflower, corn and steak. I found out she was from Poland and I was so excited to tell her of the places I had travelled in her country. I mentioned Zakopane, Krakow and Auschwitz. It was almost immediate when she looked deep in my eyes and said in her thick polish accent, 'no, no I have never been to Auschwitz and I believe I could never bring myself to go.'
Her eyes instantly filled with tears and emotion.
All I could do was look back and touch her hand with comfort. We both agreed on the importance of transparency in history and the significance of such a museum for the education of future generations. I understood through her eyes, she had been significantly affected during WW2, when she must have been only a child. She couldn't talk any more on the matter and I simply continued on how magical I found her country - especially in winter. This brought a smile back to her face whilst we finished our meal.
It was only a brief encounter with yet another stranger on my travels through life - but her honest emotion moved me and reminded me of how grateful I am to not have lived through what she must have.
(this is the only photo i could bring myself to take at Auschwitz in 2009)
Grandma's Hands
Tomorrow marks two years since the woman who taught me a lot about life and love left this world - in the physical sense.
Travelling and being exposed to the way many people live their day to day around the world - something always struck true - the importance of family and never to take people's love for granted. I have never had to live through war, famine, and prejudice like so many of my generation whose stories i have come across in Europe. For this I am grateful. I have met 4 generations of family living under 1 roof in a small villages in remote island of Greece - and they still eat dinner most nights and talk. They discuss dreams, what is important to them, what makes them happy. And they listen!
Not everyone is blessed with the perfect family. In fact, I am confident no family is perfect. You only need 1 person to understand you for the 'idea' of a family bond to be true. What you miss out on from perhaps one parent or family member can be substituted by another - even a person who is not connected to you by blood.
Family is what matters. However the idea of relates to each person and their life. I always knew this but 5 years abroad, this is one lesson I have learnt that has sunk in. They are the ones who will always be there and their love is never judgemental - even if in the day-to-day they can be frustrating! Travelling, I have adopted many family members to my little bubble, always letting them know they are appreciated.
This beautiful woman left her country of Greece at 16 and did the best she knew how for her new life in Australia and taught me about the respect of family. I remember her this week with a road trip north to light her candle. Her magic and energy surpasses any church. She deserves warm sunshine, and an endless horizon.
There are too many things I miss, but what I miss most are our greek coffee sludge catchups with flowers in our hair and the smell of her cooking coming from the kitchen. She would always read my coffee cup with an optimistic vision of my future.
Someone I met last year around the this time gave me a live album by Bill Withers. His heart felt introduction to this song and honest lyrics would resonate with anyone who had a close relationship to their grandmother.
February 18, 2013
Identifying Tassie Shells
Recently, I have been researching Tasmanian shells for a site specific sculpture.
I have stumbled on this FANTASTIC site which helps identify shells from beach combing expeditions.
www.molluscsoftasmania.net
Another good site is
www.mariagrist.net
Happy Beach Combing!
I have stumbled on this FANTASTIC site which helps identify shells from beach combing expeditions.
www.molluscsoftasmania.net
Another good site is
www.mariagrist.net
Happy Beach Combing!
February 11, 2013
Port Sorell Site Visit
Yesterday I went north to Port Sorell - the location of my current public art commission.
I walked as far north to Hawley Beach and as south as Squeaking Point.
A perfect day for Beach Combing...
February 9, 2013
Hero Craftsmen
During my 7 years teaching at the Toowoomba McGregor Summer School, I have had the pleasure of meeting manyartists and crafts people.
2 in particular have always left me speechless when listening to their artist talks: Geoff Hannah and Laurens Otto.
Geoff completed his last major cabinet titled 'THE HANNAH CABINET' in honour of his family. His story, when you hear it, brings tears to the eyes. This article and video of him talking about his work is nothing short of awe inspiring!
$1.4m timber cabinet brings tears to the eyes - ABC North Coast NSW - Australian Broadcasting Corporation
Laurens specialises in carving and his work is exceptional. Unfortunately i haven't been able to find much via the Internet of his work - however TAFTA provides a brief blurb about both artisans.
2 in particular have always left me speechless when listening to their artist talks: Geoff Hannah and Laurens Otto.
Geoff completed his last major cabinet titled 'THE HANNAH CABINET' in honour of his family. His story, when you hear it, brings tears to the eyes. This article and video of him talking about his work is nothing short of awe inspiring!
$1.4m timber cabinet brings tears to the eyes - ABC North Coast NSW - Australian Broadcasting Corporation
Laurens specialises in carving and his work is exceptional. Unfortunately i haven't been able to find much via the Internet of his work - however TAFTA provides a brief blurb about both artisans.
January 3, 2013
John Cleese on the 5 Factors to Make Your Life More Creative
So now i'm off to create an oasis bubble of space and time to giggle in...
December 20, 2012
Ocean
I am back in the studio now after a recent 8 month stint overseas, living and working for the most part in Greece. 2 out of every 12 days, on average, I would find myself on the party island of Ios. Deprived of forests and trees on the islands, I had little wilderness to get lost in during my free time.
The Aegean is not quite the wilderness of the southern Oceans, having been fished for centuries and the local communities consuming much of the marine inhabitants for lunch. (I must admit, I too am guilty of this). However, when I did have a few hours to spare, I indulged my time to join in the local Ios Dive Centre and explore the world underwater.
3 months since I flew out of Greece and 2 weeks being back in the studio and the work I have begun to create, is mostly inspired by the ocean. Whilst I am trying to shy away from being literal in my representation, you cannot deny the source of my textures are based from coral and urchins. Both of which I collected on the beaches of Tasmania on my many beach combing expeditions.
It occurred to me to listen to one of my favourite John Butler songs whilst in the studio today. Ocean. A song it seems to get better with age. The link below is a recent studio recording which I found. ENJOY!
The Aegean is not quite the wilderness of the southern Oceans, having been fished for centuries and the local communities consuming much of the marine inhabitants for lunch. (I must admit, I too am guilty of this). However, when I did have a few hours to spare, I indulged my time to join in the local Ios Dive Centre and explore the world underwater.
3 months since I flew out of Greece and 2 weeks being back in the studio and the work I have begun to create, is mostly inspired by the ocean. Whilst I am trying to shy away from being literal in my representation, you cannot deny the source of my textures are based from coral and urchins. Both of which I collected on the beaches of Tasmania on my many beach combing expeditions.
It occurred to me to listen to one of my favourite John Butler songs whilst in the studio today. Ocean. A song it seems to get better with age. The link below is a recent studio recording which I found. ENJOY!
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