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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  1. Geoff Van Der HorMay 1, 2010 at 11:04 PM

    Tree of Power

    We three kings of rebellion are
    bearing fists we traverse afar.
    Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
    Following liberties scar.

    Chorus:
    O tree of power, tree of might,
    Tree with awesome fury bright,
    Onward leading, souls are bleeding,
    Guide us to thy righteous fight.

    Born a king under fiery sky,
    for him they march forth and die,
    King forever, ceasing never
    over us he rules on high.

    (Chorus)

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  2. UnknownMay 4, 2010 at 3:26 AM

    Say Hi to life

    Today is my first death anniversary. I still see the seasons change as you do. And I still love children as you do.
    Here comes the treat for my celebration. Wide blue eyes, soft moist lips that have not spoken a single word, small hands and fingers locked and the sweet smell of purity.
    She left him just under my home for shade. I let myself fly down through the branches, softly rustling the leaves with my hands. And then I showed him I was there. The scare, the surprise, the moment of heart freeze, and the shrill cry.
    I smiled as I introduced him to the manner of how the ‘living’ will be treating him.

    SARWAT MAQBOOL

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  3. AnonymousMay 6, 2010 at 12:18 AM

    Tree of Life

    Strangled branches
    gasp for air
    Anger boils
    as no-one cares
    Clenched fist
    strikes to punch
    It’s far too late
    We’re a hopeless bunch

    Jodie Farquhar

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  4. Juliana CieslarMay 7, 2010 at 9:45 PM

    Established roots

    The tree stands solid and strong
    dressed in a thick, protective coat made of bark and patterned with deep vertical grooves.
    Its head, shaped like a large clenched fist, punches the air defiantly as if in triumph.
    Its octopus-like roots travel deep into the earth, staking as much ground as possible.
    Leafless branches pointing upwards begin as fat arms that extend into slender limbs and then into longer fingers.
    With its bulging belly, the tree takes on the appearance of a fully pregnant mother.
    Baby shoots with heads, feet and arms just like their mother’s stand proud.
    Together they join forces in their right to exist.
    This is war!
    Nothing and no-one is going to displace them!

    Juliana Cieslar

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