The life story of Leo Christie OAM, covering the first 90 years in 30,000 insightful words.
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Is the compact mirror a tool for keeping what we see in check, or checking in on how we see ourselves?
Some artists leave the womb with a compulsion to create, driven by necessity. It’s all they can do, and nothing else will do. For others the need to create isn’t as obvious but it emerges more gradually from a restlessness.
An interview with maker and artist Trevor Neal.
Her legacy then is perhaps not depicting a new kind of woman at that time, even if it was new for the art world, but showing honestly the way women had always been.
‘A garden for the blind.’ This is how Don Fabrizio Corbera, the Prince of Salina, describes his backyard.
We lose it, manage it, save it, waste it, then wish we had more of it. Time has become a kind of slippery, anxiety inducing method of measuring life, constantly grappled with.
This strained choreography continued agonisingly. His efforts seemed risky with the air thick and rain threatening. Each book, one at a time.
As though I’d crossed an invisible threshold and been sucked into another world…I was shopping in a life-sized doll house.
You’ll be told to say hello to everyone
look them in the eye,
Smiling at a small community - earn your place.
But please don’t tell them everything,
just in case.
Scientifically they are charged particles trapped in the Earth’s magnetic field. Mystically, they are the Northern lights. Iceland is a country where natural wonders are abundant. Volcanic islands sit on standby beside the mainland, remnants of lava formations create oddly rippled mountain ranges and blue lagoons beckon.
A million years to form, a blue sapphire takes a fingerprint
from the meta-rock around it, while the titanium seeps in.
Rebecca is a story, written by Daphne du Maurier about a young woman who marries a rich older man and attempts to become the mistress of his mansion Manderley. Prior to this marriage, the older man, Mr De Winter, had had another wife. Rebecca was an extremely glamorous and vibrant woman.
It’s not so much that the thread is loose… it’s the weighing potential for it to completely unravel. And it’s not only that it could unravel, but that it could do so at an uncontrollable moment, poking a hole in your somewhat crafted self-assurance. Leaving it flailing.