from marysville
taken on the phone, yesterday, at Bruno’s Sculpture Garden in Marysville Update: Kel left a link to a photo of the same sculpture, surrounded by lush green, which she took a few years ago.
postscript
We noted its beginning, so it seems appropriate to note its end… the last of the fires that started burning on February 7 is finally out. The landscape and the psyche of the state is still scarred. It’s all very raw still, and it will be for a very long time.
relief to recovery
We went up the hill last night for the party to celebrate the closing of the Kinglake West relief centre [the post-fire work is at the point of moving from relief to recovery – this is a part of that process]. It was a great night – Ella and Jesse Hooper came up and did…
resurrection
[photo from The Age] Sam and I went up to Healesville today to see the new exhibition, ‘Resurrection’, which has been put curated by Three Stories Gallery. It’s an exhibition of art work made from the ruins of the fires… mike emmett [who is part of our basement spaces, and so much more!] has a…
another friday night in kinglake west…
We were in Kinglake West again last night, hanging with kids while their parents were in a community meeting… We’re there for the last time, in this incarnation anyway, on Tuesday night. The relief centre is closing down on Tuesday and having a big celebration – there are some big musical names turning up on…
black is the new black
Someone told me the website had been very black over the last few weeks, and that it will be scaring people away. Alas, i wear black better than any other colour… It’s not all dark here, by any stretch of the imagination, but i can’t write about the fun work stuff just now. We’re making…
flame trees ii
We were in Kinglake West again last night, hanging out with the children while their parents were at a community meeting. I’m not going to write about it because I can’t do honour to the stories and the people, or to the reality of the world they now live in; the layers and permutations of…
the still, silent voice
I’ve written for the Age today. i don’t think it’s on line, but it goes like this: There’s an ancient story about a man, Elijah, who was running for his life. He ran into the wilderness, lost and bewildered, until he came across the shelter of a cave where he prayed to hear the voice…
the flame trees
[I wasn’t sure about blogging about last night, because it feels a little invasive, but i was asked to by a couple of people from the community, so here it is… Apologies for the length.] We drove on up the mountain last night to Kinglake West, which is home to the Kinglake West relief centre,…
friday night
I’m looking for a few more people to help out tomorrow night with entertaining a group of kids from one of the fire districts so that their parents can go to a community meeting. if you’re free, from melbourne, good at doing stuff with kids, and i know you [there’s no time to do background…