I participated in the Bendigo Easter Festival paint out for the third time. I painted a group of Karen dancers in the Conservatory Gardens. Acrylic 56 x 70 cm. Comfort zone, what’s that? The paintings are on display at the Visitor Information Centre for a week. I did not win the people’s choice award, (no surprises there), but I quite like it.
I took part in the Bendigo Easter Festival Paint out where a number of artists were invited to paint aspects of the festival. This is my painting of children in Rosalind Park. The paintings are on display for another week at the Information Centre.
It becomes a companion piece to my painting of the children’s petting farm last year.
Over the Easter weekend I took part in the Bendigo Easter Festival Paint Out, where ten local artists were tasked with painting festival action. We were expected to paint for at least three hours on each of two days.
I accepted the challenge of moving beyond the proverbial comfort zone, and found it an enriching experience engaging with the public as I worked. Some children told me I was a good artist, despite evidence to the contrary in the early stages of the painting.
I produced this acrylic painting, entirely from life, of the children’s animal farm in Rosalind Park. I think it works quite well.
A little acrylic that I played with as an exploration ahead of producing the lino-cut of the same title.
Kata Tjuta is the indigenous title for the Olgas, near Uluru (Ayers Rock)
The man in the Peter Booth landscape
stares out with red eyes
while the city burns behind him.
Fearful and anxious blacks and greys
give birth bloodily to the distress and pain
of orange flame and scarlet moon.
(Or is it the sun?)
The standing white dog observes without judgement;
nothing that these mortals do can surprise him.
Booth’s apocalyptic vision
could have been referencing this Lucan passage,
speaking as it does, of celestial signs
in the firmament above,
and distress upon earth.
The literalists get excited,
talk fervently of the day that is coming,
of end-times, judgement
and of the hope of heaven’s compensation
for earthly hardship and indignity.
Vindication for the righteous.
They look to the skies, eager to be the first
to see their Master surfing the clouds,
hoping for a mid-flight rendezvous.
Look, Jesus, here we are;
we’ve kept ourselves nice!
It is not in the skies
that the work of faith is to be done,
but here, among earth’s dust,
where the faithful wait
with yearning and with tears,
and with defiant love; costly, unresting.
They press on, determinedly declaring
in the midst of indifference, uncertainty and distress:
The kingdom of God has come near!
© Ken Rookes 2012