colour

yesterday i went to the art gallery of ballarat with mum.

oh my god: anyone who has even a vague, passing interest in australian art NEEDS to go there. their permanent collection is like a ‘best of’ australian artists (painters, mostly), and while one might presume that as a small, regional gallery, the works on display would be inferior to those at, say, the ngv, it was not the case at all. perhaps i’ve just been to the ngv too often and thus some of the works have lost their appeal (or, perhaps i just don’t get some of the more ‘important’ paintings like the pioneer), but those on show at the ballarat gallery more than held their own (go here to see some of the highlights).

and the temporary exhibitions were also outstanding. there was a wonderful display of recently acquired ceramics and works on paper, all of which i wish i could own. but the one exhibition that stood out the most was aurora by lars stenberg and marion east.

these (hastily snapped iPhone) images above were painted by stenberg as a response to the contrast of the light of victoria to that of his native scotland. when i first moved to scotland i couldn’t get over the light, and how beautifully muted it was, particularly on a crisp autumn day. so soft and inviting, particularly when compared with the blinding, burning, headache-causing glare of the australian sun.

i must admit that i hate this bright light.

i hate how it saps your energy and how you can feel it penetrating your clothes and scorching your skin, even on a mild day. i hate how it makes everything look old, or cheap, or dusty. i hate that it makes colours all blend in to one, and that on a bright day everything is either blindingly white, or hidden in dark, impenetrable shadows. i will take a long winter over a hot summer any day, not because i prefer the cold or dislike the heat, but because i just don’t like the bright light.

but just look how beautiful this light is when seen through another person’s eyes.

perhaps i have it all wrong, perhaps i haven’t been looking properly, or i’ve been taking it all for granted. but i will try to look at things differently when summer inevitably comes about again, because images like these are just too breathtaking to miss.

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see more lars stenberg images here

making shit happen

so. i am now officially unemployed.

it was going to happen one day or another; i’m a part-time sessional teacher whose position is entirely dependent on student numbers, which, unfortunately, are down this semester. hence no work for this 12 week term (at least).

it’s pretty shitty.

i’m not sure what to do.

i’m trying to be positive and look on the bright side, but it’s hard sometimes. i’m very romantic and all ‘happiness > money’ but there is something to be said about job security and knowing that you have enough money to pay the rent.

but i’m not going to get down about it: i’m going to make shit happen. you heard it here first.

chloe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

okay, i don’t love absolutely everything from this see by chloe resort collection, but the fabrics and the textures and the colours and the ideas are super ace, especially all of the jackets. and everything in that first picture (except the pants). and that splotchy dress.

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(as i was typing that spotify – confusingly – played ‘freedom at 21‘ three times in a row and the visual / audio matching was perfect and suddenly i want to be the kind of girl who stomps about in toeless heeled booties and aviators and jumpsuits. oh, jack white: look what you’re doing to me!)

studios

is there anything better than blogs devoted to photos of artists studios? i didn’t think so.

these pictures are all of val britton’s immense workspace at in the make.

and, for fellow brit pop tragics, there’s even a visit to justine frischmann’s place (it was so sad when she and damon split, though i never really liked elastica, THOUGH how good was connection and BLAH BLAH BLAH apparently i’m 15 again…).