Carrots have become a staple in our diet. Well, mine at least, i don’t really keep track of what Claire and Lucas eat. But they taste garden grown and are inexpensive. After a year of not having a camera and living through a plethora of experiences where I normally would have had one, but didn’t; I became accustomed to not photoing. Besides, these things usually happened around other people who did take photos and my sketchbook is always with me (habit courtesy Dave Casey) to take down anything I find interesting. So a big thanks to these cool kid Canadians I travel with for taking photos x10.
After this recent trip to Melbourne, though I’ve been finding myself collecting up mass produced visual culture, pamphlets, showcards, et al. A rather early modernism habit. Something about Melbourne was like spinning and dancing, catching your breath and wanting more. A long series of over intriguing stimuli, visually, intellectually and musically and just after a great visiting artist in the studio, too. –“‘I think we’ve struck a wave,’ she said as the wind ripped through her hair”-. And in a fairytale of cities, Galway grows up into Melbourne. Something about this world seems more beautiful than it did before and I’m a month into the next documented year of my life, and one month separated from that crazy year of being 20 that found my head turning faster than the rest of me could keep up with and it was all I could do to keep it from falling off my shoulders.
A couple of Australian bands have been brought to my attention, You am I and the Cat Empire. You Am I came up when I was youtubing the Cats. Claire’s father’s friend’s son’s friend is in the Cat Empire (which i’m sure there is a blog about, here somewhere). “Yeah, that guy who started the band on that street we were walking up and down forever-Saint Kilda-but yea he met one of the guys in a jazz place–that city is known for jazzy scene stuff. Yea, he plays keys, he used to play for James Brown and just got back from a gig in Thailand the day before and anyways, we were out for drinks with him in the bar below his apartment building and he told us about his visits to Canada, Montreal mostly, we talked about poutine. He and Lucas compared sketchbooks and we reassured him that his was the equivalent of a musician’s visual diary and no sketchbook needs a ton of sketches to be useful. We went back up to his flat which is super small and cute and so anyways there were the three of us sitting in this space that is both his living room and his kitchen and andrew’s there too, and olly is playing stuff on the piano that takes up almost the whole wall and Andrew plays some stuff too and we talk about Rick Mercer a bit. He gave us vodka and soho. There was a train ticket sitting around from march third. I put it in Claire’s pocket as my dress had none. Andrew drove us back down the street to our hotel sometime around one thirty. It was a good night.”
Walk off the street and into the lanes and allies of Melbourne and you will find the most interesting of things, hidden shops, restaurants, cafes, bars. And more street art than your grown-up-in-Calgary artist brain can handle. And it was good to be excited about coffee again.
Well done Melbourne- “you blow my mind.”
The arts there thrive. Go.
(lovex100)
-Steph