Inhabit

These still life series "Ivy house" by Karin Bubaš are stripped down to the bare essentials of every day life. And yet with her use of light and colour, her images suggest a presence - just out of view, but one you can certainly feel.

Endless beginnings

Ever since I fell in love with contemporary dance I was interested to capture the movements we can not see. With trying to capture movement you constantly change between think, feel, think-feel and feel-think of all the different beginnings and endings. It is a constant play of interconnecting, overlapping and a transformational new beginning. Beginning again.
"Draw a line through the centre of a circle. By performing that simple act, you have created infinity." Mathematical Models of the Sublime (Dancehouse, 14 to 18 July 2010) is a new performance work from Walpole & Sister that takes the simple geometry of the number pi as a starting point for investigating the wonder of the universe and the limits of the human body.

Essence of a relationship

It took me a while to figure out what drew me to Jared Kuzia "Oaxaca" series. After a while I realised it was the light. It sets the tone of these images and allows you to go beneath the surface to discover a residue from the past.

Russian poetry

Last week Max Sher a very talented photographer from St. Petersburg introduced himself with his series "KARS*"

“I changed from an amble to a round trot and arrived that evening at a Turkish village twelve miles from Kars. Having jumped down from my horse I wanted to enter the first hut, but the owner appeared in the doorway and pushed me away with a shower of abuse. I responded to his welcome with my whip. The Turk started bellowing; a crowd gathered. My guide, it seemed, had interceded on my behalf. I was shown a caravan-serai; I entered a large hut resembling a cattle shed; there was nowhere to spread my cloak. I demanded a horse. The Turkish headman came over to me. To all his incomprehensible words I gave the same reply: verbana at (give me a horse). The Turks would not agree. Finally I had the sense to show them money (which I should have done in the first place). A horse was brought immediately and I was given a guide. I rode along a wide valley, surrounded by hills. Soon I saw Kars, standing out white on one of them. My Turk kept pointing it out to me, repeating 'Kars, Kars!' and put his horse into a gallop. I followed him tormented by anxiety: it was in Kars that my fate would be decided".

Alexander Pushkin, “A Journey to Arzrum”, 1829, translated by Brigitta Ingemanson.

*Kars is a town in northeastern Turkey near the Armenian border. From 1878 to 1918 it was part of Russia. This is where Orhan Pamuk’s novel “Snow” is set. Turkish for ‘snow’ is ‘kar’.

Dust storms

A few month ago on the way home from Warrnambool a friend made a little excursion to show me these dust storms. You can not see them, but suddenly you are in them and sand is swirling all around you. After a while, you get back in the car, drive on and dream about the brief moment.

Small hours

Last week I received a lovely email from Katja Sonnewend telling me about her "7 minutes being a geisha" series, photographed in Japan 2009. I am simply smitten with Japan and would love to spend more time there, so you can imagine my delight when I saw these images. I am always attracted to silence and simplicity in combination with a delicate touch of colour.

Magnetism

To tired to think, but thought I share these interesting images by Brittonie Fletcher from her series "Intimate Strangers". Well all the hard work paid off... we found a cute little house in Maldon - 1 1/2 hours from Melbourne and if all goes well we will be moving there on the 7th of June and on the 10th of June I will hop on a plane to Germany. So much to do, but I will try to post every so often, so you wont forget me.

New UYW Issue

You might remember Yaniv from the first edition of UYW. He generously curated the first half of this issue by inviting other journal makers to submit images. Most of the time they provide a platform for other artists to show their works through the virtual world of the web, but now he put them in the spot lights and exposes their personal works and ideas.

For my part, I invited five artists to share their dreams and desires by throwing themselves into a new project - they had two months to come up with anything they wanted... and now I am asking you to do the same - to try to sense, experience and feel their project’s rather than understand them. This may not be definitive. And it might present you with certain problems. In fact I’m sure it will. Try to treat these problems as minor distractions, a giggle of relief that rejuvenates your ability to keep sensing. This is backwards I know. But it might make you look, or feel differently, might open more possibilities for more meanings and connections, more interpretations. You don’t need me interpreting. Pretend I’m not here. Imagine. You can invent your own story. Full of fantastical adventures, or quiet sojourns. A whole library of thought, a box of dreams. A world of essays. Flying carpets and magic theory.

Barry W Hughes
Fabian Grimme
Marius Rehmet
Peter Skwiot Smith
Simos Saltiel
Caitlin Duennebier
Lorena Endara
Maximilian Pramatarov
Olivia Locher
Susanne Willuhn

You can either download UYW (19mb) here, or view the spreads here.

NMBS

Yesterday I received these great images by Tjorven Bruneel. About this series he says: "In an age where progress races by like bullet train, railway companies cannot stay behind. As with every wave of modernisation, heart-crushing demolitions happen. You will notice that I have little feeling for the complex machinery that enables or enabled railway travel throughout our little country, Belgium, they are merely part of the scene I cast light on. My focus is on the spectacle of corridors, service rooms and reallocated buildings. Photography here is in the service of the aesthetic archiving of the architectural legacy of the Nmbs-Holding."

Understanding the silence

I have fallen of the radar and probably will be in and out of touch until we have resolved our house dream. In the meantime I would like to share some astonishing, & remarkable images by Johan Bergström. "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." Ralph Waldo Emerson