Catch 9.16 train to city, meet my walking friends, as opposed to those
who don't walk. I am the walk leader for today. We inspect the railway
station building, designed by my great-aunt's lover. My mother, as a child
remembers the arched ceiling being drawn and painted, by the architect. She
often visited her aunt and saw most of the plans being drawn.
I frog march my friends past coffeehouses. We enjoy the sculptures on the
Plaza and especially the Torren's crossing logs. A visit to Fred William's
at the Festival Centre - the set in paintings - brilliant horizons. A walk
over Adelaide's first rubbish dump (now an elegant mound behind Government
House). We look at the Children in Detention exhibition. Each drawing is a
reason to bring down the fences or trade our Australian Passports, in shame.
We have coffee at the museum, then to the Albert Namatjira exhibition. The best,
most glowing and powerful Australian inner land landscape painting. Clear
washes, sharp light, deep incisive shadows. My head so filled with them as I
run to the train. Nearly missed it. A quote from the exhibition from John
Brinkerdoff Jackson - cultural historian and landscape writer:
"No landscape can be comprehended unless we perceive it as an organisation
of space : and ask ourselves who owns it or who was the spaces, how were
they created and how they change".
"Sights and Site". I think also of Noel Counihan's crucifixion (of A.N.)
linocut of the portrait. Also visited the Netsuke's - downstairs in
cabinet. See drawings.
The Home etching. Have nearly got the light as I want it. I think of Vermeer,
all that light rushing in. The drawing of Aidan is very difficult. The ironing
gets done and food made. A good solution. The bit that is difficult is the
hands and the face. All of it really. I think I will wash the windows, the
real ones. This is called prevaricating around the bush. All my editioning of
prints nearly done. They hang like prayer sheets from the strings.