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So that is the end of the Cunderdin DHS workshops. What are my overall impressions?
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The final workshop with the Cunderdin students. Last week, we all had a good time mucking around with music. So we decided to continue with that theme. Since recent developments in my own project have centred around this idea of “feedback,” I thought that might be a good place to start this time.
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Just when I thought nobody in this town used the internet, it’s starting to happen. “Feedback” is beginning!
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Roger woke me this morning with an early phone call from Sydney. This happens occasionally, what with the time difference and all. People sometimes forget that we are two hours behind over here in Western Australia. In this case, though, Roger hadn’t forgotten. He had just thought that 8am (my time) was late enough to expect me to be out of bed. Actually I was quite pleased to be up so early. I thought it would help me break my late night cycle. But as soon as he hung up, I collapsed back into bed for another couple of hours…
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I spent most of yesterday neatly painting thin black lines on the walls of the Kellerberrin council chambers. I’ve been employed by the shire to come up with a “new hang” for the group portraits of past and current councillors. A prestigious contract indeed, and my first “permanent” public commission! A lot of the planning and plotting happened late last week. The design involves a kind of flow chart “diagram” concept.
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Hello Blog Readers!
You are reading this message online, which means you have access to the internet and are computer literate. Do you, however, know someone who for whatever reason cannot come to a computer to read Bilateral Kellerberrin? Someone old? Someone without a computer? One of those annoying people who says (grandpa voice) “Com-puters? I don’t trust ’em!”
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Jo gave me a photograph. The photo is of the front of the bank. It is a sunny day. It must be about midday, or early afternoon, as the shadows are quite vertical. I guess Jo must have taken this photo some years ago, since the bin outside the bank is not painted blue like the bins in my photos. It’s still “wood” colour. Nobody is in the photo. But parked right outside the door of the bank, on the step, neatly placed, is a pair of old Blundstone boots.
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The doctor is inspecting the balls of my left foot. There is a lump – actually more like a ridge just raised above the surface, which he’s worried about. I ask him what the problem is. It’s not the bone, he says. The problem is in the muscle. I don’t understand. The foot isn’t causing me pain, and I’m not even aware of walking funny.
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I dream that Cristina and I are presenting slide shows in the gallery. After the gallery staff spend ages introducing the concept of the organisation etc, there’s only enough time left for ten minutes talking each. I pull out my bell in order to do one minute “lightning” accounts of my past projects, only to find it’s all rusty and it won’t “ding” at all. Most of my ten minutes is spent trying to work out how to make this bell function. I’m assisted by a local farmer in this operation. In my dream, I’m aware of how absurd this all is. In a way, it’s a quintessential presentation of my work. However, it’s not particularly informative for all the people who’ve come along to see slides…
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On the way back from Cunderdin, I asked Felena if we could stop at the Tammin op shop. It’s my Thursday arvo ritual by now, and I’d hate to disappoint Gwen, my op shop angel. The ladies jumped straight into action this time: “what does he need now?”, “what can we offer for his music workshops?” and my favourite: “what will he come up with next!?”
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