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I got an email today from someone who stumbled across my blog having found themselves mentioned. I re-read the entry and it seems awfully ingenuous now. Oh well. The topics and writing here are fairly uneven.

Due to a ‘series of unfortunate events’ and bloody cold weather I have been somewhat unmotivated to blog. I have seen art, “I was Russia” at DPAG was good. I saw it on the opening day and floundered a bit with it because of the lack of explanatory written material – not even a photocopied page. I will go back , but I particularly liked the collective Factory of Found Clothing, which in part, dealt with artifacts.

Image from FFC.

I have been thinking a lot and writing a lot about the juncture of visual art and literature of late. While making another attempt to tidy up my bookshelves today I came across a book I picked up a while back, mainly because there was Clairmont woodcut print in it (The Birth of the Bomb Aug 1979). A crazy book made by William Millet a B29 pilot who flew over Japan post bomb. Things of iron & things of green, Nucleonic narrative about love and war, Things of iron like war and things of green like love is described as follows:

“Limited ed. of 1000 copies signed and numbered by the author. “The entire books was designed and printed by the author-publisher-designer William Millett using Garamond-Jenola & Caxton type faces on his Arab Letter-press & offset printed on a Heildelberg [sic] offset & part composed on an IBM golf-ball typesetter. The paper used Churston cover paper in the main.”–p. 4. Case bound and sewn in 4 signatures. Central hole in the front cover reveals the words of the title from the half-title page”

It made me think of a conversation I heard on the Kim Hill show last Saturday with Sherman Young. This book is an artifact in itself but also full of ideas and art from Hanley, Brown, Clairmont, Blair, Frizzell and others.  It looks a bit manky in today’s high production value world but I like it. When I pick it up, I am holding something important. Well that’s how it feels. It also makes me feel its from a time when people cared. OK, people still care but maybe not to collectively and widely. Its like we are numbed to the horrors of the world now. Maybe we have been so inundated by words and images but also distanced from wars, famines, diseases by our TV screens. I really don’t know. I am glad I have this book though.

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Today I had cause (or perhaps just the time) to consider the difficulties of being mother while retaining some space for myself to pursue my interests. It has struck me that perhaps I need to scale back what I want to do and accept that my world is smaller just now. After all – I chose to have the kids.

Things that make this difficult are the awesome women I know and read about who have or are combining motherhood with creativity. Some stories make me intensely annoyed as their reflections simply don’t ring true to the realities of being at home with little children. Others are more inspirational such as Rachel Power’s (I don’t think it’s that one) book , The Divided Heart, and remembering that Patti Smith was Trisha for a time.

Sometimes I think I should can this blog and the ‘net in general and stick to my knitting (or sewing in my case) but I don’t want to put it all on hold while my family grows up. So I keep studying and writing and looking and noticing and making plans.

On the art front today I popped in to De Novo Gallery to see the Ivan Hill exhibition although I knew it probably wouldn’t be my thing. I found it disconcerting seeing Ralph and Jeffery with the mermaids too (Ralph Hotere as a pirate, Jeffery Harris, as his first mate). A review can be read here. However, later it did spark an intersting discussion about the two sides to the mermaid myth. One a male fantasy of the woman who can’t walk away and the other, the siren, the unobtainable woman, the woman’s woman.

I have also been thinking more about the Arts and Literature Heritage Festival. Although rich and full of great events I do wonder about those absent in a literary sense. What of Baxter and Frame for example?

Basil Dowling, James K. Baxter, Charles Brasch. c.1966-67 (Hocken collections)

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