Walter Logeman: Journal
I saw a portrait on someone’s wall in a Youtube video, it was weirdly enticing. Reverse searched the image and found him. Now months later I he came up in a Youtube video on artists influenced by van Gogh (see my post). That got me to put together this ‘home page’, for this remarkable man who died so young. I like all of his works, but ‘like’ is not the right word, lots of it just disturb me. But the landscapes and flowers are a delight.
Continue reading “Egon Schiele 1890 – 1918”
I have a subscription to Daily Art. Images, wow. For example this familiar one.
Browsing led to Starry Night.
Bush Is one of my six life streams. Bush in Heathcote, Blue Mountains, Shoalhaven, Tasmania and Aotearoa New Zealand. And back to the Larapinta trail. And the mountains of New Zealand. I’m a bushwalker. It’s an identity I developed in my teens. It’s never gone away. I do more walking in the bush than is evident here. This walking, climbing, mountaineering, tramping, camping and travel aspect is huge in my life but minimal in this blog, as I championed the psyche in cyberspace.
https://www.thousandsketches.com/2006/12/10/trees-2/
Growing up on the edge of two national parks I had the years from 8 to 18 years walking, running in beautiful bush. And swimming in the hospitable creeks, surfing in the best beaches in the world. Then I left for teachers college in Tasmania, one big national park. After Tasmania, aged 22 I went on a world ‘working holiday’, but climbing and skiing kept me there then university marriage and parenthood. now in Aotearoa New Zealand still at 77 and almost part of the bush here.
Notice it was university as well that kept me here, part of another life stream I call Words.
And a relationship, another life stream.
https://swimmingholeheaven.com/nsw-eddies-pool.htm
The Rovers Pool
Did a few of these after I came back from a month in the bush. Posted here now as I tried to get it into the media library from Apple photos on thr iPad …. But no, it publishes it as well.
From ThousandSketches 2006
I like poems that sing
and hum, they’re easy on
the brain. Nothing
obscure, but plenty to ponder.
And nothing long. Unless
it really gallops. I want
to see what’s going on.
and what’s underneath.
Love is good in poems. And
life and death. Birth is rare
unless it’s spring, let’s have
more. Earth and fire. Breath.
But nevermind. Poems do not obey commands.
They come half-made and not to order.
I signed and donated.
But I don’t feel better.
I hate reading this page on Greanpeace. All the more because I know this stuff. And I want to see more than us stopping sending plastic overseas. And I know I’m not active. (but oh, I am!)
A few years ago I distilled the main areas of my life. What interests me. Areas I just can’t neglect. Areas that need my attention and love.
Cllected up all my somewhat figurative sketches on this blog to date.
Some of these are from my ThousandSketches project
