Friday, 22 April 2016

PHOTOGRAPHY AND SOCIAL MEDIA: DIGITAL JOURNAL ENTRY ONE

For Project 1 for uni I need to complete the following: Selfie, Self Portrait or Brand: Three photographs and online journal.

So over the coming weeks I will be journaling my exploration of this subject. I thought I would start by looking at the history of women who do photographic 'self-portraits'.

Vivian Maier, “Self-Portrait (1956), 
Vivian Maier made more than a hundred and fifty thousand exposures in her lifetime, yet her photographs remained unseen until John Maloof, a Chicago historian, discovered her work, in 2007. She was intensely private—very few people even knew that she was a photographer, including some of the families she worked for as a nanny. Self-portraits, made primarily between the nineteen-fifties and seventies, are a continuous thread throughout Maier’s work. They form a visual diary, recording her presence in time and place, as well as illustrating her progression as an artist. In Maier’s practice, there was no concern for audience—rather, only an extraordinary drive to be lost in the act of photographing and the personal compulsion for the images to be made.



Sally Mann, “Self-Portrait” (1973)
MANN: I took this in 1973 or so, when Larry and I were house-sitting for someone rich enough to have a J. C. Penney catalogue and a big mirror. They also had insulation and central heat in their house, which encouraged me to drop my sweater to reveal my long johns. I look a bit fraught, but that’s because I hadn’t been out of that sweater—which was wool; fleece hadn’t been invented—in weeks.


Ilse Bing, “Self-Portrait with Leica” (1931),
MICHAEL MATTIS, Born into a prosperous Jewish family in Frankfurt, Ilse Bing studied mathematics and art history before picking up a camera and launching a photographic career that would last for three decades. “Self-Portrait with Leica” is Bing’s best-known photograph. With its perfectly positioned mirror capturing a photographer at the moment of artistic conception, it is both a personal manifesto and a touchstone of this artistically fertile era—an icon of modernist French photography.


Imogen Cunningham, “Self Portrait on Geary Street” (1958),
 This photograph was taken in San Francisco. Imogen did not drive, and she walked all around San Francisco. Imogen began taking self-portraits in 1906, and she continued this tradition her whole photographic life, into the nineteen-seventies. I find the breadth of her self portraiture very captivating, from direct photographic portraiture to this street photo of Imo among the remains of what looks like an abandoned lighting store. As you can see, in this photo Imogen used a Rollieflex 2 1/4, which was the smallest-format camera she used during her career. With the Rollie, you look down into the camera to expose the film, which enabled Imogen to compose the image and just look up into the mirror to take the shot.



Here are a few links to further readings on the subject:

http://arttherapycourses.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/Muri-S.-A.-2007.-Beyond-the-Face-Art-Therapy-and-Self-Portraiture.-The-Arts-in-Psychotherapy-34-pp.-331-339.pdf

http://www.artspace.com/magazine/art_101/art_market/self_portraiture-51776

http://proof.nationalgeographic.com/2014/06/09/the-un-selfie-taking-back-the-self-portrait/

http://www.dw.com/en/the-ego-as-a-work-of-art-from-self-portraits-to-selfies/a-18843991

Monday, 11 April 2016

TOURIST TUESDAY: TASMANIA DAY FOUR


On Monday morning we headed off for Richmond. Justin was told it is one of Tasmania's most popular destinations, steeped in history, family-friendly, so it sounded perfect for us.

Nestled in the heart of the Coal River Valley, Richmond was established as an important military staging post and convict station linking Hobart with Port Arthur. The village is famous for its elegant Georgian architecture, with beautiful heritage buildings dating back as early as the 1820's now housing galleries, tea shops, craft boutiques and museums.

Just driving into the town I fell in love. Beautiful old historic buildings . Justin must love me as his first stop was the Richmond Goal.

In the 1820's, Richmond became one of Lieutenant-Governor Arthur's police districts. The gaol, court house, barracks and a watch house were erected. Richmond continued to grow, largely because of its importance as a convict station and a military post. 

The jail, or goal as they spell it was so much fun for Jarvis to explore. The gentleman at the entrance gave him a treasure map, so it was perfect, as it made Jarvis slow down, explore, and look for the hidden features. He did get a more than little creeped out by the men's solitary confinement cells. They were very dark and with an eerie voice over, so I don't blame him.




Lunch was a picnic lunch on the river with views of Richmond Bridge. I think more than half of Jarvis's lunch went in the river to feed the ducks. After stuffing our faces we set off to explore the rest of the town. Surprisingly, Jarvis said his two favourite things of the town was one of the churches. "Really beautit inside".



Not surprisingly, he also loved that the town had LOTS of lolly shops. We said he could pick what ever he wanted, but I think it overwhelmed him and he ended up picking nothing.




After a very late nap, we woke up and walked back past my favourite house and had the hugest sweetest afternoon tea. I think we all suffered from sugar comas and we all went back to the apartment to be extra lazy. The most I could manage was some crocheting. 


Note: words in italic are taken from the Richmond Historical Site.

Tuesday, 5 April 2016

I JUST CANNOT 'ADULT' THIS WEEK

Ever have those days...weeks, when you just feel like you cannot 'adult'?


Late last week our car opted to, well, blow up. On Friday Justin and Jarvis waited for over four hours for RACQ to arrive and tow them. Yes FOUR FREAKEN hours! In the hot sun.

So, now we have to make a grown up decision. What car to buy? All my life I have driven vintage cars, VW beetles...three of them, plus a HR Holden Special, and a EK Holden Special. I sold my last VW when Justin and I started fertility treatments. We didn't pick the RAV, it was offered to us for sale from a family member, and I thought yup that will do, that will fit a baby capsule.

But, now, there is the huge choice of what car? Jarvis has narrowed it down to a 'rainbow car', I want a car with a tow bar (still dreaming about owning a caravan), but other than that how the hell do you pick a car? To me they are all pretty boring and ho hum. Justin needs a fairly large boot and roof rack to hold all of his equipment when he uses the car for shoots. It needs to be able to fit baby seats, and still have enough leg room. Other than that? I have no idea.


Any advice? I am sooo not adult enough to make a decision. 

TOURIST TUESDAY: TASMANIA DAY THREE


On Sunday Tasmania, yet again, showed us it's perfect weather. In the morning we went to MONA. The Museum of Old and New Art, it is an art museum located within the Moorilla winery on the Berriedale peninsula in Hobart, Tasmania. It is the largest privately funded museum in Australia.



All, three of us loved it, we each had our favourite exhibition. Easy to say Jarvis's was ‘Danser La Musique’ by Chen Zhen; essentially a huge trampoline with a system of ropes and bells that make a sort of basic music when the trampoline is used. We each took turns having a good jump around.


A fun house style mirror surrounds the outside of the gallery, and inside you can either descend via a tightly spiralling staircase into the sandstone bedrock of the Berriedale peninsular or by a glass lift. The typical recommendation is to start at the deepest level, B3.



Staff offered us an iPod Touch, with headphones, which they call the “O”. The device contains detailed information, commentary, and in some cases additional audio or videos, about all of the artworks on display, and uses GPS-technology to enable visitors to instantly access the appropriate information about each piece. Jarvis took control of our and off we set.


We only spent a couple of hours inside, but I would have happily spent a couple of days. Lunch was at the open air markets. Delicious, and relaxing with the live music and belly dancing performances.

Mandatory nap was required after the morning at MONA. Which was good as by the time we woke, the light was perfect to drive up to Wellington Park, featuring kunanyi/Mount Wellington, locally known as ‘the mountain’. 

It was surreal driving up the mountain and through the clouds. Once on top, we set off on a hike back down the mountain to walk to the clouds. Point to note: the mountain has an elevation of 1,271 m, which equals windy and very cold. Also climbing is evolved, wear appropriate shoes (Justin) and do not wear a skirt (me).







Jarvis was like a mountain goat, he loved the climbing and was shimmering up and down the highest points like crazy. We climbed and explored until my ears ached and my fingers we frozen. And, until Justin's belly demanded food.





Heading back down the mountain, I jumped out of the car, and got Justin to take photos of me in the clouds. 



Tuesday, 29 March 2016

TOURIST TUESDAY: TASMANIA DAY TWO


Saturday was the day of the wedding. So we only had an hour or so with Justin in the morning, before he had to set off for work. So Jarvis, and I, thought we would show him some of the sights of Battery Point that we had discovered the day before.

First stop was a coffee for Justin, then we walked back down to the water and looped around to the park. I must say...Tasmania was certainly showing off with it's perfect weather.





This house was great, my assumption is the lady who lives there is an artist. Not only did she have a PINK house! She has this great window display and a collection at her front door. The collection is of shells, stones, feathers, odds and ends. She encourages the children to take something and replace something, so the collection is ever evolving. Jarvis took a stone. At the end of our visit I left a four metre daisy crochet chain in rainbow wool. How someone enjoyed that.




The afternoon and evening, was the wedding. The bride's dress, wow I was speechless, most gorgeous thing. The location was pretty special as well.

The fun part was at the end of the night when I was leaving. The location was in the middle of no where, so it was pitch dark. Driving the car down the dirt road to the property gate Jarvis opted to share his vivid imagination with me.

I had to get out of the car to unchain the fence, Jarvis yells out to me:

"Mum, Mum, that man with the weird eyes is staring at you"

Yes, I was more than a little freaked. I had to get back in the car, and then walk back in the dark to rechain the fence. Just to freak me out a little more Jarvis once again yells out:

"Mum he is looking at you really weird, and walking over"

I may or may not have ran back to the car, locked all of the doors and done a massive burn out in my attempt to get out of there.

Too much imagination?? Please tell me he just has too much imagination?

Sunday, 27 March 2016

52 ITEMS IN 52 WEEKS: WEEK TWELVE



Last night we made plans to go to the movies today, Jarvis requested that his Avengers sarouels be sewn up. This was easy as his, and Chester's, had already been cut out in last weeks sewing session. I am not normally into licensed clothes, I have a very strong dislike for any tshirt or any item of clothing that has licensed 'stuff; on it. I find it all very blargh. But this fabric was gifted to me, and I have to concede that it looks 'okay' sewn up.

Week Twelve
As requested, one pair of Avengers sarouels. I am yet to finish Chester's but will do that this afternoon. Chester got one pair of flannel sarouels cut in last weeks cutting session. So both boys are doing well.






I also went onto Spotlight today, yeah I know who goes to work on their day off? But with 30% off all fabric I thought it was the perfect day to get Jarvis his two of his three requests for winter. He has asked for a pair of tartan sarouels to replace the ones he handed down to Chester, a bright pair of cord sarouels, and a rainbow sarouels. I knew I would have no luck with the rainbow corduroy. But he selected fabric for his next two pairs of pants. 

Monday, 21 March 2016

TOURIST TUESDAY: TASMANIA DAY ONE

In just over a week, we went from the hot beaches of the Sunshine Coast to the cool air of Tasmania. Justin had a booking for a wedding in Tasmania, Jarvis and I were lucky to go along for the ride.


Jarvis is quite the experienced traveller now, so he took packing, and flying all in his stride. His only disappointment was that he had been hoping for a blue or a red hire car. His words "oh no boring white". Next time just for Jarvis we will ask the bride to organise us a 'non boring colour car'.

The apartment was lovely. Too lovely and clean and white for a toddler! But the apartment, and my nerves, survived a four and a bit day visit by Jarvis and Justin. (Actually in hindsight I would say Justin makes more mess than Jarvis. Justin has been away for a couple of weeks in Japan and the house has stayed super clean with him away).




Justin spent the afternoon with the bridal party, so Jarvis and I set off on foot to explore the suburb we were staying in.

Battery Point, is one of Hobart’s oldest and most historic areas, it is one suburb away from the city (Dad said south of the city) It was love at first sight for me. Clean streets, heritage listed buildings, pink houses, flowers everywhere, the water one street away, and cute shops. Jarvis was impressed as well. Water, a big boat, a great park and a vintage style lolly shop. I found myself taking looks of photos of clouds and cute houses.










Side Note: Another reason I loved Tasmania.

From 1 November 2013, retailers in Tasmania can no longer supply shoppers with a plastic shopping bag for the purpose of enabling goods sold, or to be sold, by the retailer, to be carried from the retailer's premises. The primary aim of the Tasmanian Plastic Shopping Bags Ban Act 2013 is to reduce the number of lightweight plastic shopping bags in Tasmania by encouraging the use of clean reusable bags.