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

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Artist: Erica Watson

Untitled Artist Erica Watson, Writer, Hallie ec Bruce 2009

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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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4 comments:

  1. UnknownMay 4, 2010 at 3:22 AM

    I looked at her for a long time. The first face I saw after the long months of haze cleared. She was tired and laboured. She did not look at me when I started getting colder. She did not look at me when the blood on my skin started clotting. It was only when I had stopped crying that she instantly looked down at me.
    The feel of her fingers was the first human touch, the slight warmth and the first smile it bought to me.
    He was not there when I was born and I wished he had never come back. His eyes, his voice, his touch haunted me all my life.
    And now, as I heard the shrill cry of life, I wanted to look down. I wanted to open my eyes and I wanted to see its face.
    But my life held me back. I was afraid to face the sin. The sin to create a life for torture.

    Sarwat Maqbool

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  2. UnknownMay 4, 2010 at 12:01 PM

    Touch of death
    Never knew you to be so cold, so frail and so weak
    Your hands used to be so soft, tender and warm.
    Your touch was your love travelling from your skin into mine
    Your touch always gave me joy. Your touch made my life worth living
    Your touch gave me an identity. But now!
    As you lay there, with pain and sadness in your eyes.
    Your touch has become cold. Your love stops in your eyes. Your touch has become my pain. Your touch has lost me.
    Your touch is now gone. I long for it in my heart and soul. I would rather feel lost and pain than to not feel your touch ever again

    Thabile Mapisa

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  3. Mica MahaniMay 5, 2010 at 3:09 AM

    Child Soldier

    Big hand from the shadowlands
    small shoulder shudders
    cold metal chills young skin
    heavy gun
    heavy heart
    no past
    no future

    Mica Mahani

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  4. UnknownMarch 2, 2011 at 11:00 PM

    Draw me closer to the darker side of life
    Feed me with lies and drench me in hate
    Speak words of desolation, and tell me I have nothing
    An objective to drag others down, to make yourself sane
    What? A mental institution?
    Take me with you.

    Laura Bradley CIT053821

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