Some spoils of #mcazinefair including RE FUSE by @cailbones and issue one of @fragmentedmagazine
Such a great event today at the #mcazinefair with foundation hall and beyond filled with talented zinesters.
All set for the 2017 #mcazinefair on this beautiful Sunday!
Icarus | Find something between; Wings clipped and burnt to a crisp.
Timelapse | Fickle memory, selective so in it process // Past traditions, we can't progress // Deep seeded yet irrelevant. Spread wide, ingested and incessant // Decrees on which we're bent // Like hell, over creeds that heaven sent // Built idols on their grounds // Far beyond the scope of their intended bounds // Stone now weathered of meaning // And monuments lost of their gleaming // Pedestalled preachers judge aloud // A tablet in the fist of their hand // Under the ruins of once kings // Whose echoes and whispers still ring.
Flags | The borders that contain // Are not those which divide // And in our dwelling sit and hope // From each side of a thin line // Between sovereignty and stone // As they draw our margins fine // Where nor ocean or mote // Will serve to unite // Both yours and mine // And in this keeping // From outside shielding // A little lost we may find // Though within our right // To bury ourselves alive.
Work | Empathy traps an ego's curse // Yet fails arrogance to disperse // Swinging swift judgement; life // Like a flashing pendulum swipes // Our way misplaced, mislabeled right // Earned or given matter not, in time // Once comes the final night // Absorbed by darkness is our light.
Green. White. Red. | The green man lets us go // Down the path we all well know // In dim street light glow // Familiar crawling shadows grow // Beneath tall palms, across scattered autumn flow // Long night goodbyes are slow // Like the smoke red lips blow // Distant city noise hums low // Where white man’s way we follow // A sudden strike like blizzard snow // Red man says ‘stop’, says ‘halt’, says ‘no’.
Proofing Collection Five was a little different ✂ | Thanks to @blurbbooks speedy delivery I will have some finished early editions at the #mcazinefair next Sunday.
Stock from @blurbbooks and @newspaperclub all packed and ready for next weeks #mcazinefair. Come along next weekend (Sunday 21st) to check out all the great #selfpublished creative projects on show. 📚📰
On book making experimentation @chloeferres in Vol. 25, I love the book as an object first and foremost before content. Full interview: http://caffeineandconcrete.com/volume/25/
On the rise of digital, @chloeferres in Vol. 25, In living our lives on a screen we’ve lost-- or we’ve lost innate human connections. Full interview: http://caffeineandconcrete.com/volume/25/
On the changing nature of #photography, @chloeferres in Vol. 25, Historically photography was always there to record a moment and now we’re taking photos not of things or moments we want to keep or remember.
On education and continuous learning, @chloeferres in Vol. 25, No one has all the answers, I’m never going to have all the answers, no one that taught me had all the answers. Full interview on the site now.
On creative career shifts, @chloeferres in Vol. 25, “I realised that it didn’t always mean that I got to make the images that I wanted to make.” Full interview on the site now.
Ahsoka Tano #maythefourthbewithyou #starwarsday
On getting things done @chloeferres in Vol. 25, I would not describe myself as a perfectionist and I think that’s the reason why I can produce a lot. If I was unhappy with the finished product or I nitpicked over everything, it wouldn’t happen. I wouldn’t make anything. Full interview on the site now.
There are a whole lot of people realising that they don’t like to live in the world exactly as it is. - Vol. 25 features @chloeferres, talented photographer, designer, teacher, student and book maker who discusses her all-round creative lifestyle. Full interview on the site...
Untie Unite. My contribution to #DesignToUnite an initiative by Clear and @reconciliation_australia which hopes to reignite the spirit of unity which led to the 1967 referendum to count Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander equally as Australian citizens. ✌
Perhaps | The space between stars // Shelters our dance. Infinite suns // Blind us to the distance // Of far encountered chance // On another string of circumstance.
Rough | On rocks of rapids we etch our dart // Where but shoals command the waters part // As endless river banks ever fork askew // Jettison youth in wakes flooding my rear view // Along the coast, reptile and forest both // Shed their skin in common hope // Of life to change and spring anew // While my rudder rests, on the turn I choose.
Storm | A lighthouse beacon rounded its rays // Away from sea its illumination shined // A light on years spent passing halcyon days // Standing surely, on either side of a fault line // On broken ground, yet decidedly we stayed // As approaching fleets cargoed unknown strife // While the slow and indecisive began to pray // In the absence of reason, released a rhyme // Before the splitting of our sanctuary // From a storm our horizons couldn’t bind // Tall ships, like long leaping February // Breached an end to our place in this time // For the wants of the one within two are secondary // As fate in its cold hands would have it, tried // To hold us together, but temporary.
I'm very excited to be taking part in the 2017 MCA Zine Fair and joining all the talented zinesters. Come check us out on May 21.
Chalice | The night travelers brings // Approach thrones and alters // Bearing gifts for kings // And lambs for vultures // But their feasts are not for connoisseurs // The bread they break, a daily due // Nor sweet wine for sommeliers // All shared among the few // Intended for the needing many // Never devalued by giving free // Despite waterfalls aplenty // Nor fruits fallen from barren trees.
Transcribing is done for Vol. 25 featuring @chloeferres, Sydney-based photographer, teacher, experimental book maker and all round creative force. Interview will be online early May so watch this space but for now, here is the type portrait.
Drip | Blessed to meet at dim cafes // Greeted by the grinding of beans // That scent which guides our way // But swiftly not all is as it seems // A waiter stands and shakes me // From a splendid could have been // An empty chair confronts me // I leave behind; coffee, tips and daydreams.
Stump | If we could listen to the living trees // Hear the whisper in their rustling leaves // They would tell us how all history unfolds // They'll be here long after we've lost our holds // Of drinks within the warmth of bookstores in winter // For which they gave so much of their pulp to the printer // Where strangers are strange; often sit and linger // Long after, across words unwritten, they've run their finger.
Couch | The old and wise // Tell me this world of mine // Is just an introvert's state of mind // That's bringing about my self-fulfilling demise.
Greener | A bright morning shivers its guests // Deceptive winds barely need try // As droplets run down their fence // Covered in the damp a weak sun failed to dry // Both prisoners and pensioners // Inside, looking out, subtly do wipe an eye // While remain free from life’s connectedness.
Regret | Remorse chews at the soul // Claws at flesh and goals, Gnaws down to the bone // The spinning top // Crashes on it’s own // Desire’s loft // Collapses when left alone.
Yesterday I had the pleasure of hanging out with talented book maker @chloeferres and check out these amazing experimental pieces first hand while talking photography, design and the creative life.
Avalon | Chances are as spaces between dust // Moments slippery that we can’t trust // Organs tighten within their skin // Nervous twins in every way akin // Yet every choice I ever made // To dare fortune from her lady lake // With such conviction never strayed // For naught but courage moves the brave // That could I start over, here all the same // An end with mind and heart to blame.
Jump | Way beyond, out in front // And also far, the one way back // Their foolish spectacular stunt // Is missed by the intended pack.
Duality | Hate denies // Love misguides.
River | Bridges burning above their waters // What's behind, drives us forwards.
Available from @blurbbooks, the re-issue of Green Man Taught Me To Walk.