23 May 2008

MOVING HOUSE

Passages has packed all of its possessions into a spotted kerchief, knotted, and tied to a stick, and setting off for pastures anew.  Blog.com is proving an inhopsitable host.  And so, Passages has found a new home, HERE ... drop in if you're passssing ...
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17 May 2008

AND IT WAS GOOD

Those eyes, that blue orb.  The Madonna with the Globe, as she might be known, inhabits a grotto at the Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament.  A remarkable tableau in the city fabric, tucked away in a courtyard.  She has long fascinated me, and I wanted to photograph her, yet she has been globeless for quite a long period, unearthly, her hands held up in anticipation, her eyes imploring.   Perhaps God had wanted the world back for a bit, some amendments, a bit of editing.  And now, this heavenly earth has returned, Aotearoa New Zealand et alia, are gorgeously delineated with golden beaches.  The ocean is the most remarkable blue, a cerulean sea.  Ne plus ultramarine....

Madonna with the Globe, Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament, Christchurch, May 2008




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10 May 2008


Reflective Infinity, Cockatoo Island, Sydney, April 2008, JB

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09 May 2008

INFINITY ... AND BEYOND

Infinity is a necessary frustration.  It also is immensely terrifying.  Particularly that point where eternity and infinity intersect, some kind of swirling maelstrom perhaps, or maybe a moment of incredible stasis, silence, somnolence,  where Pascal can be barely heard, "When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the little space which I fill and even can see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I am ignorant and which know me not, I am frightened and am astonished at being here rather than there; for there is no reason why here rather than there, why now rather than then. Who has put me here? By whose wonder and direction have this place and time been allotted to me? The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me." 
So what happens when something is completed, something that had been considered infinite reaches, for a moment, a point of finitude.  It is like unrequited love becoming requited, and thence a source of disillusionment.  Better not to reach that point, but to remain in that state of becoming, in all senses of the word.  But that stage of  finishing a sizable project, sending it out into the world, and being left with nothing but a void, yawning, gaping, aching, awaiting something to rush in, swirl in and take its place.  To restore infinity.  
∞

Infinity Culvert, Halswell (that ends well), May 2008, JB






 
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04 May 2008

AUTUMN HARVEST

Quiet days as autumn segues away into winter.  A weekend storm.  A certain light.  The chill in the air.  Another time unfurls.  Two times.  Long ago, a film, Diva.  The scene: a spare apartment, in the centre of which sits a bath tub.  The rest of the film fades, apart from the magnificent aria from La Wally, yet this mise-en-scene remains.  And then, not long ago, arriving in New York.  Late night arrival, delayed, plane 'broken'.  2:00 am.  Crisp air.  Fall.  Delivered to the odd urban square, very much as it had been described: the clock, the concrete seats, the planters.  And there sitting amongst it, the square's describer, smoking, staring at the night sky.   Talking into the night, tea, wine, exchanges of gifts, sitting in the kitchen.  The only room in the apartment which is not a bedroom.  Through tired eyes the sculptural form of a bathtub looms in the shadows at the side of the kitchen.  Then he fills it - 'this is for you'.  Out of my head, into a film, bathing, the sound of Manhattan swirling.  Drifting.   Days later the odd urban square becomes a lounge, a retreat.  Sitting, reading, Twilight of Love.  Robert Dessaix's tale of travelling in search of Turgenev.  'Are you okay?'  - a stranger.  Tears are flowing, unbeknownst.  For the book?  For this exile in the urban square?  For faraway, so close, in time, in space ...






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01 May 2008

'FOUND' SCULPTURE

Art sometimes lurks in the most unexpected places, appearing as readymades, already existing works of art.  The recent attack on the spy facilities at Waihopai in Marlborough  (aka 'Spy Valley') created a massive sculpture of grace and elegance.  The draping form of the deflated sphere - the balloon-like prophylactic cover for the satellite dish - is at once a Christo sculpture, with its folding and shadows evocative of his wrapped Reichstag, Running Fence ...











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