I dropped by the DCA to check out the latest exhibit by Eve Fowler, ‘What a Slight. What a Sound. What a Universal Shudder’ — pieces all influenced by Gertrude Stein’s writings. I was unprepared for how hard it hit, even in the first piece, ‘with it which is as it if it is to…
Category: art
Out-Create the Destruction
Thanks to the fabulous Pam Grossman mentioning this in an interview, I have been recharged by the great quote from the always delightful Tori Amos: “You have to out-create the destruction – it’s the only way.” (By the by, have you been listening to Native Invader? It’s really terrific.) I realise that this is what…
At the McManus
The Beano takes over museum, but there’s also a portraits show on and of course old favourites — possibly obsessing a little too much about Duncan‘s Riders, but there it is.
My Blakean Muse
Rouze up, O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the Camp, the Court & the University, who would, if they could, for ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal War. William Blake, Preface to Milton I have had some insight into a revision I…
Ione’s Dream Festival: Dream Poem for Sunday
The SpeakEasy dames host Ione’s Dream Festival this week.
Ione’s Dream Festival: Dream Music
The SpeakEasy dames host Ione’s Dream Festival this week.
Ione’s Dream Festival: Dream Poem
The SpeakEasy dames host Ione’s Dream Festival this week.
Ione’s Dream Festival: Dreaming as a Musical Practice
The SpeakEasy dames are hosting Ione’s Dream Festival this week: check it out on Facebook. Today’s entry by Lys Guillorn, singer-songwriter and all around great gal, can be found at her website. Here’s a taste: I trust my dreams to reveal aspects of reality that I can’t access in waking life. The shuffle of influences,…
Ione’s Dream Festival: Dreamy Art
The SpeakEasy dames host Ione’s Dream Festival this week.
Ione’s Dream Festival: Rebirth of the Beast
The SpeakEasy dames are hosting Ione’s Dream Festival this week: check it out on Facebook. Here’s today’s entry by Sturm Hawke: Rebirth of the Beast It awoke with a start. Light streaming into familiar and yet unfamiliar surroundings. It knew this place, and yet it seemed… different. Reflexively, it curled up for protection, and comfortingly felt…