Tuesday, 23 September 2014

polished concrete

Have you noticed how suddenly its all about polished concrete? Like its the big new thing, better than sliced bread, bigger than Ben-Hur, the new in thing, the must have...

I'm confused.

I grew up in Greece (well from aged 10-24 anyway) and to us there polished concrete - with exposed aggregate - was everywhere.

It wasn't trendy.

It was boring, old fashioned and we couldn't wait to get rid of it. When Dad built our new house in the seventies, he went for carpet and tiles. All new homes in Greece that I know have floorboards, tiles or carpet.

Yet here in Australia, everyone seems to be going bezerk over polished concrete.

I'm confused.

Mind you, I get the polished concrete where the aggregate isn't exposed. Its just shiny grey and somehow more interesting to me... cause to me, the exposed aggregate type of polished concrete is not special.

Its the floor in my aunt's kitchen. Its the floor in our first house till we put carpet over it. Its the floor outside the monastery on Paros, and in the church, and just about every single old floor I ever stepped on.

How did it become the new up market thing?

Someone better tell all those greeks they're on the cutting edge of interior design!


we have goslings!

For the last few weeks Anabelle (our goose) has been sitting on a nest. We had no idea how many eggs she had as she wouldn't let us near her. And the boys, Hank and Jethro, were really protective of her.

Yesterday Wayne came back from feeding the ducks and told me we had goslings!

This morning I went out myself, to see them. There are three little guys. There are three eggs as well.

The boys and Anabelle circled the little guys and tried to hide them from me. I hope they do as good a job with the crows and hawks. At least the goslings are bigger than the baby ducks are when they first hatch.

Hank and Anabelle told me in no uncertain terms that the babies were theirs and I had to keep my distance.

A very muddy Chipmunk kept an eye on me in case I dropped some grain that he could scoff up.

Isn't the little brat a disgrace? He hates being brushed. I think I'll corner him and brush him anyway... and look at that tummy!


Tuesday, 16 September 2014

sam and the fly

I've had the pleasure lately to be working with a really talented young man called Sam. I work with Sam as an art tutor and we do wire work together. He lives in supported accommodation and my Junkyard Dog sculptures inspired his house manager to contact me in the hopes that Sam would like to try something new.

I love working with Sam. He has a great work ethic and gets so intense when he concentrates.

This is the first project we worked on together. I've named it Louie the Fly after the famous Mortein commercial.

Sam had never worked with wire before, so this is a little wonky in some ways, but beautiful in the randomness of the wire work.

Louie has been filled with broken and discarded items, mostly plastic - junk really... kind of perfect for a fly.

Basically I showed Sam how to work with the wire, we made the body of the fly first. At that stage it was just a roundish shape made of wire. I looked at it, thought about what it could be and formed the frame for the head. From there I did the structural/shape and Sam did the fine wire weaving work.

The current project is looking amazing.

Sometimes I love my job!


PS. Do you have any idea how hard it is to take photos of wire sculptures?