Welcome to Art/TEXT

a collaborative exhibition space for students at Canberra Institute of Technology.

Art/TEXT was first established in 2009 when Creative Writing teacher Lorese Vera met with Art teachers Bernie Slater, Paul Murray, Silvia Velez and others, to form a collaboration between art and writing students. Images were exchanged for text and responded to and vice-a-versa and two very well received 'on the wall' exhibitions were held at the CIT Reid Campus during 2009.

For 2010, students will visit the blog and post text or images to be responded to as a part of their assessment tasks as an 'online exhibition'.It is hoped that the blog will take on a life of its own and text and images will be exchanged beyond the assessment tasks and will generate further collaborations and exhibitions.


COPYRIGHT

Please note all text and images on this blogspot are under copyright by the writer or artist and as such may not be copied or used for any purpose without the express permission of the artist/writer. To contact the writer or artist in the first instance contact the administrator lorese.vera@cit.act.edu.au

Untitled

Untitled
Artist: Erica Watson

Untitled Artist Erica Watson, Writer, Hallie ec Bruce 2009

Untitled
She melted like wax
though alabaster, cast of ivory
reduced to cream one autumn night
a bolt of silk unfurled across the floor
porcelain dripping to milk
waiting for the cat to come lap her up
Hallie e c Bruce 2009

HOW TO RESPOND

Writing students are invited to add their text to the art images by posting a comment by clicking on 'comment' at the bottom of the image.

Art students are invited to add their image by going to 'comment' and adding an image. Please make sure you include your name.

Navigating Art/TEXT At the bottom of the page click on 'older posts' to go forward and 'newer posts' to go back, or select 'home'. You can also click on the 'blog archive' to go straight to a set of posts.

CIT students: Make sure your text has your name at the bottom AND your CIT number just in case the public use this blog ... you can respond to anyone you like but you MUST respond to a certain number of pieces as per your assessment task requirements.

Lorese

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Art/TEXT 2010 - 1

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  1. Art/TEXT collaborationApril 28, 2010 at 9:31 PM

    Responses to Untitled by Matthew Tolcher.

    Response 1
    This reflection
    like poison.
    Suns burning
    erupting volcano
    self-loathing
    exploding
    a wasted scream
    endless
    igniting like embers of
    self esteem dying.
    Philip Mudin

    Response 2
    Anything but blank this stare details
    evolving, dreaming, dying, extinguishing hope.
    Metaphysical made real and languishing
    dark side manifesting,
    hollowing an empty threat of suicide
    congress of voices
    demanding delusion
    supplying a symphony of anguish written in flesh.
    Diseased moon screams a testimony of
    tranquility annihilated and
    burnt beyond recognition.
    Philip Mudin

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  2. UnknownMay 4, 2010 at 12:02 PM

    An eye for an eye
    Those I have murdered
    Woman and children I’ve raped
    The throats I’ve slit
    The bodies I’ve burnt
    Kids I’ve molested
    All these angels have become my demons
    Their terror has dug into my face
    Their eyes are on a constant watch. Glaring through my skin
    I foresee my end. They screams draw me closer to my downfall as my heart and every flesh gushes out my mouth
    Silent and in death I remain

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  3. AnonymousMay 6, 2010 at 12:08 AM

    Mute

    I open my mouth to speak
    but no sound is heard
    I hear
    but no-one listens
    I see
    but no-one looks
    I cry in agony
    why wont anyone see me

    Jodie farquhar

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  4. Juliana CieslarMay 7, 2010 at 9:13 PM

    I see

    I see paranoia.
    I see pain.
    I see my friend lost.
    Eyes vacant
    he is somewhere else.
    Under the delusion that people are stalking him
    he screams for them to stay away.
    Hallucinating he picks at his face and arms
    pulling out leeches where I see none.
    I see the bizarre behaviour of someone coming off ‘ice’.
    Like watching a sinking ship at sea
    I know that I am powerless to help him
    and that he alone must weather this excruciating self-inflicted storm.

    Juliana Cieslar

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