::getting to know the enemy::: 2012

Monday, July 2, 2012

Andrey Tarkovskiy

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Caroline Rannersberger

Into the Hartz 2012, 120x120cm


Mercurial Territory 1 56x76cm each, relief ink, oil, beeswax on paper mounted on gatorboard

Section 1 of Red Ochre Escarpment

Section 1 of Straited Plateaus

Towards Huon Island 2012, oil on paper, 120x120cm

Unveiling Hartz, 2012

Melancholy Territory 111

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Berit Myreboe

The Tide, 2012, 148x120


UT(triptych) 2012

La Vague, 80x120, 2012

Aluminum, Transfer, Painting. Website.

Liesl Pfeffer

The Mountains Wai

The Crystal Lake

One Hundred Days Away

Sunset Over Mountains

Mountain Rock

From QCP website:

In Souvenir, Liesl Pfeffer uses the tropes of travel photography to explore the concept of photographic truth. Souvenir consists of photo- media collages depicting imaginary foreign landscapes, including mountain ranges, fjords and lakes, inspired by and referencing the composition of vernacular travel photographs. What at first glance appears to be a mountain is actually made up of pieces of snapshots of the everyday; anything from fences to clouds. There is something false and visually jarring in these images; the artists uses this disjunct to explore questions of truth in photography.

Liesl Pfeffer

Noel McKenna

Big Bull Wauchope, 2004

Diseased Trees, Lynne Park, Rose Bay 200g, 60x70cm

Jetty, Second Valley 2006

Man Fishing Autumn Scene, 2009, 60x60cm

Man with two dogs, 2009, 21x25cm

Snail coming down, 2004

South Coast Picture, 2002

Sydney, Autumn phase, 2008, 150x180cm

The Tasmanian Home of Bob Brown, Leader of the Greens 2011

Two trees, 2000

Big Apple, Batlow NSW

Big Pineapple, Nambour, Queensland

Gotta Love the Mo

House in Paddock, Upper Hunter 2010

Two Fruit Trees, 2000

Robert Cobcroft

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Ansel Adams

June 19, 1937

Dear Cedric,

A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that related to those who are loved and those who are real friends.

For the first time I know what love is; what friends are; and what art should be.

Love is a seeking for a way of life; the way that cannot be followed alone; the resonance of all spiritual and physical things. Children are not only of flesh and blood — children may be ideas, thoughts, emotions. The person of the one who is loved is a form composed of a myriad mirrors reflecting and illuminating the powers and thoughts and the emotions that are within you, and flashing another kind of light from within. No words or deeds may encompass it.

Friendship is another form of love — more passive perhaps, but full of the transmitting and acceptance of things like thunderclouds and grass and the clean granite of reality.

Art is both love and friendship, and understanding; the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of Things, it is more than kindness which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is the recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the inter-relations of these.

I wish the thundercloud had moved up over Tahoe and let loose on you; I could wish you nothing finer.

Ansel