Monday, January 12, 2015

Peat Island , Hawkesbury River,(Scents)(Prayers)(Tagore)

Peat Island on the sparkling Hawkesbury River has had a dark history. It now sits there like a deep dark well awaiting its new destiny.
Thanks to Myff Sharp and Peter Davis of Red Fish Gallery in Brooklyn, we artists get a chance to visit occasionally. We recently had an open day. It always inspires words. Here they are.

First the River Pictures shown at end
Bridge by Wynne finalist Dave Collins
Island by meticulous Peter Zanetti
Black and White photograph by internationally renowned Juno Gemes
Riverview by Mel Anderson
A picture of my work as displayed… …to make it easier to read words close up follows


Peat Island, Prayers, Scents, and Tagore

She faces the Hawkesbury River, she kneels, she utters “our father who art in heaven”. This is her 1501st day on Peat Island. Bleach from her clothes makes her cough. Red blood stains on her  blouse


Somehow he can bring his hands together even though his fingers hurt. They pulled his nails out. Chloroform from that orange can still lingers


Rosary beads lie on her bed The brown contrasts with the yellow of the spread. She can smell the gravy from the lunch she was forced to miss


On this muggy night he can smell the mangroves on the river. He can’t see being tied to the bed. He says 7 Hail Marys as his mother had taught him


Sunday incense in the chapel fails to remove the smell of antiseptic on her old sores. Crying would mean detention. She whimpers


The sounds of boat engines and fumes temporarily seem beautiful to him


She makes them kneel. The only way she knows they will quieten down after the all night screams .She is the only one who has brought the navy blue , pink, gold, purple decorations for the Christmas tree


The smell of custard in the grey dining room with threadbare tablecloths. The frangipani he picked had to be thrown into the river.

Mother I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck with my tears of sorrow( Gitanjali Verse 83)

When the warriors came out first from their master’s hall where was their armour and their arms? ( Gitanjali Verse 85)

In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of the room. I find her not ( Gitanjali Verse 87)

It is 2020. She faces the Hawkesbury River, she kneels, she utters “our father who art in heaven”. This is her 1501st day on Peat Island. Her muscles ache from the yoga which fills her time.

Somehow he can bring his hands together even though his fingers hurt. The yacht takes much of his toil. It fills his time. The scent of orange from the oil burner lingers

Rosary beads lie on her bed The brown contrasts with the yellow of the spread. She can smell the gravy from the restaurant downstairs

On this muggy night he can smell the mangroves on the river. He says 7 Hari Oms  as his counsellor had recommended. It fills his time

Sunday incense in the chapel is no longer allowed. She enjoys the laughing exercises. She attends to pass the time

The sounds of boat engines and fumes temporarily seem beautiful to him. The clock is slow again

She makes them kneel. The only way she knows they will keep the arthritis away. She is the only one who has brought the navy blue, pink, gold, purple decorations for the Christmas tree. Everyone else brought red and green

The smell of olive oil. The scent of lavender watch the frangipani flowers float in the timeless river.








Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Maybe I was Australia Once



I was nameless
But my skies were blue
My trees were green
My rivers were full
My seas were sparkling

I attract and comfort with my red stillness, my orange sun, my yellow awareness, my green love, my light blue voice, my indigo blue rhythm, my navy blue repose, my pink laugh, my gold comfort, my purple ease, my gold nature
my white silence

A temple may have appeared some 50,000 years ago in my Kimberley region
A Gold Shiva. But maybe then it was abandoned. Someone may have found it again recently

My silence is golden. I am the oldest continent.

Some came by boats, some walked across. The kangaroos always hop.

They were attracted
By my blue skies
My green trees
My full rivers my sparkling seas

My silence is golden. And over the centuries an almost monastic life of few belongings evolved.

And then more refined boats came. This time with sails.
They were attracted
By my blue skies
My green trees
My full rivers my sparkling seas

And some poor

Stone houses, roads, agriculture, mining, schools and hats were born.
So was my name. I am Australia

And I contend with the universal drive of greed, lust and anger

Many ashrams, temples, churches, mosques and  places of peace exist. In cities and in the tranquil bush. My silence is golden. My flies are aggressive.

They were attracted
By my blue skies
My green trees
My full rivers my sparkling seas

Harbourfront homes, workers cottages, the National Trust, Art, Energy, Rugby, Cricket, Bush Dances, World music, Rachmaninoff, Sculthorpe are here. Banks too.

They have discovered the gifts in my bowels. There is a lot more.

Maybe I will be abandoned like the temple those 50,000 years ago? My silence is golden. As I know it all.

I attract and comfort with my red wines, my orange dessert wines, my yellow bananas, my green spinach, my light blue coolness, my indigo blue opera companies, my navy blue seeds, my pink pavlovas, my gold bread, my purple passion fruit, my gold beer, my white noodles.
I attract and comfort with my red deserts, my orange birds of paradise, my yellow frangipani, my green feel, my light blue reefs, my indigo blue cicadas, my navy blue. My pink gladiolas, my gold beaches, my purple mountains, my gold sunsets, my white.


Ps.I say to all my children. Please relax. I will provide. Maybe a new Buddha will be born here. Is this as close as you get to paradise? I will let you decide. As I said the universal greed does test me. But you know what to do. Don’t you? I offer fragrant frangipani to this beautiful land.


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

I give thanks for

I am told that reciting these words creates gratitude.
" I give thanks for this perfect day where Miracles follow Miracles and wonders never cease"







Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A Painful Breakfast for Francis Bacon

Francis Bacon the contemporary artist was a neighbour. As you know he was into pain- I won’t elaborate except to say that when he was at the Newsagent each morning he would be covered in bandages. He still always looked civil in his tweed jacket and corduroy. I appreciate why someone would go on this journey. When all heights of success are reached what does one do then? Jackson Pollock in the later years of his life was into fast cars and young women. I understand he died in an accident during one of this episodes. By this time he had separated from his wife and unofficial agent who made him who he was. I wonder how she felt when he killed himself. Art can do this to one. That feverish search for the next can be a culprit for many destructions.

Francis Bacon was a softly spoken man. I also wonder what his mother may have thought of his pain journeys.
I am guessing that like all mothers she would consider feeding him first. 
Howard Hughes became a recluse in his later years. What will you do given that all your dreams will be fulfilled?

Monday, April 7, 2014

A Man and A Star

He tried to keep it hidden under his
much loved red bed covers

but the star pushed here and there creating
lumps under the duvet

so he thought

why not make a tiara from it
and keep it secure on my wife’s head

but
the orange diamond tiara with one white shiny star
kept floating off her head

Well then, the man thought
maybe a brooch with the star on a pin, on his lapel, is a better idea

The star was strong
and often lifted the man off his feet

As he was a gardener,
he decided a better place for it would be,
tied to the top of a tree, like stars on Christmas trees,
in his large pink and green garden

but then many stars came to visit his star at night and it was like
daylight in the middle of the night and he could not sleep

so he went out to the garden

and started singing to his star

The star listened, and the early morning with glimmers of light blue began to wake up

As the star listened, beautiful fairies dressed in dark blue with pink and white ribbons arrived

and as the song was about the star

the star turned gold from white (it’s the way stars blush)

All the other stars on the trees in the forest turned purple
as they were junior stars

The mans star remained bright and gold and strong

The tree was weak for the star and soon began to lose roots. The man quickly took the star off the tree

The star turned white again and smiled

The man then just held on to the star
and was gently raised off the ground

They kept on floating until they arrived in the land of other Magic Stars.

(One of mine First Published by Bonjour Baby few years ago)








Tuesday, March 11, 2014

A Colour Prayer

She liked white and had not said a word yet

On her tenth birthday
she stood on the red steps
of the red opera house
-the red opera house on the north side of Sydney Harbour
almost opposite the white opera house

She scattered orange petals, yellow petals, green leaves and spoke
in a light blue voice
A bird of navy blue pink and gold feathers stood by her. Was this the grateful bird? Purple gold and white danced
She said
white stillness, pure gold, purple wonder,gold strength, pink joy, pink infinity, navy blue now, strong indigo blue, light blue fountain, the green first reason, compassionate orange, endless yellow,
royal red, single red, free orange, free yellow, green depth as clear as crystal, all attractive light blue, strong indigo blue, strong navy blue, pink wishes, gold compassion, compassionate purple,
gold of golds, of creativity, white of whites, gold truth, purple mentor, funny gold, pink friend of children, navy blue of nature,
indigo blue knowledge, light blue song of nature, green creation, yellow in senses, orange guide, red way, red inspirer, orange giver, yellow help, dazzling green, light blue of the delicate, with indigo blue eyes, navy blue good, with pink kind eyes, golden hair, golden complexion, purple complexion, gold warmth, of white space, white and gold love, of all purple knowledge, gold presence, pink in thunder and storms, navy blue pleasure, indigo blue beauty,
light blue lines, all attractive green, of yellow stirring music, of orange, red refuge, clear red, orange orange, yellow yellow, with green giving hands, of green, light blue truth, indigo blue essence, navy blue sparkle, pink with gold, purple guide, gold here, here white, white is the sun with penetrating vision, purple and golden constant winner, gold reach, of all pink, infinite navy blue, indigo blue knowledge, light blue care, deep green in greens, orange truth, dedicated to yellow, red peace, red glory, orange beauty, yellow, of green and light blue evenings, handsome indigo blue, intelligent navy blue, pink of pinks, of gold golds, purple purple,gold friend,
openness, formless white and gold, prevailing purple, efficient purple, purple origin, purple form, gold and permanent pink, navy blue belief, indigo blue blue, dense green, orange, yellow, red friend, red
and fell silent


Are the colours telling us that reciting the girl's words could make all our wishes come true?What else do red orange yellow green light blue indigo blue navy blue pink gold purple gold white know?
Today is a Wednesday