Watch this space for text posted by the CIT writing students semester 2 2010
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Lorese
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Lorese
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Artist: Erica Watson
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.
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
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
About Me
- Art/TEXT collaboration
- Teachers and students at Canberra Institute of Education from the Centre for Creative Industries. See the link to the CIT website.
Poem - Spoons
ReplyDeleteSpoons. Shiny, silver, useful...but bent.
"Spoon me, spoon me! Scope it out, scope me out and eat me."
"Are we talking about the same spoon here?"
The spoon glints in the light of frustration.
"SPOON ME!"
This spoon is so....twisted.
Alicia Goldsworthy
50 Words no-more-no-less
ReplyDeletedate: 25/8/2010
The night was dark and his grin was broad. On a silver platter he offered cake, behind red lips he asked for blood. Her heart raced, her stomach grumbled painfully. His eyes gleamed dangerously. Wordlessly he asked for submission, giving her everything she'd never had. The cake was always sweet.
Yvonne Wood (writer)
The leaves danced in the wind
ReplyDeleteSlowly, nervously, then excitedly
Huge flurries of synchronised movement
Each a part of the school
Each a part of the dance
Suddenly a blur of fur whipped through
The leaves scattered, angry at the interruption
The pattern was broken, the casualties taken
Never to be perfect again
Gerarde Carlton
You looked at me.
ReplyDeleteI looked away.
Your eyes burnt holes in my mind.
You said my name.
I blocked my ears.
Your voice like shards in my chest.
You grabbed my hand.
I recoiled.
Your touch like ice on my skin.
You said goodbye.
I let you go.
Your distant shadow no longer on the horizon.
The daughter took the puppy out of the car and placed him on the driveway.
ReplyDeleteThe puppy was a twelve week old labrador and very cute, as far as the humans were concerned.
Bella, the family pet of 12 years, a well loved german shepherd came boudning towards teh puppy. There was no fear she would hurt the puppy, as far as the human's were concerned.
The puppy had other ideas and darted as quickly as a large clumsy puppy could and hid under the very small car. This was very amusing, since he really didn't fit, as far as the humans were concerned.
Bella, a wise old girl, ignored the puppy and greeted the humans.
About an hour later the puppy slowly inched his way, on his little fat tummy, from under the car. He slowly approached Bella, promptly laid down and rolled over submissively. Bella, started fleaing and licking the puppy.
The puppy got up and ran around the large yard and back to Bella, rolled over again under her nose. The puppy was saying, "ok, ok, your the boss", as far as the humans were concerned. But who was to know this puppy would boss of all the humans using his devotion as a powerful weapon.
Terri Francis
The light was intense
ReplyDeleteEnough to shatter dreams
Hopes, memories faded away
All I knew was the rave
The music was loud
Enough to break language
Words, sentences were lost
I learned to speak music
The crowd was huge
Enough to break the mould
Lives, limbs were lost
And all that was left...
...Was the music
Gerarde Carlton
I tried, I really did
ReplyDeleteI wanted it to work, I really did
You stopped me in my tracks; a nameless, faceless foe
Always inside me, in the shadows of my mind
Stopping me, hindering me
Why are you there, what actions birthed such a creation?
No obstacle is insurmountable
I will remove you, I will find a way
Cast from the shadows, you will be revealed
And with all my strenght, you will be purged
I shall try, I really will
I want it to work, and so it shall
J. Rodriguez
The Spider
ReplyDeleteUpon a window sill I sit
Bathed in sun so gold
The view from here is oh so fine
If I may be so bold
My friends the fly is to my left
My castle to the right
It's made of silver threads so thin
That shimmer in the light
To you I must look so odd
With my many seeing eyes
But they help me to watch over you
And also, catch your flies
So I may look a little weird
Sitting here all mby myself
But just remember that I'm useful
With all my skills in stealth
A. Heffernan
The Ponderousness of Possibility
ReplyDeleteIf you existed, I think you would find,
I'm in love with you, you with me in kind,
If you were real, with hair like the moon,
I'd serenade you from morning 'til noon.
Your charms would inspire an unearthly fire,
as we'd converse, I'd burn with desire,
each gesture poignant, each syllable rare;
a true work of ark, beyond all compare.
To touch would be Heaven, to part would be Hell,
the mere thought of you, makes my heart swell.
From here 'til the end of eternity,
hand in hand we would run, just you and me.
Oh the things we would do on our tryst,
if by some miracle, you were to exist.
Carmel
(Lemrak)
Willow trees blew calmly in the lazy summer wind. The river rushed past me faster than my eye could keep up. It sounded not unlike Niagara Falls as I trotted my chestnut horse, Fine And Dandy, up the steep sand bank, away from the water. As I slid off his back and took off his saddle, I too, removed my boots and rolled up my jeans, feeling the grainy sand beneath my feet and between my toes. Using a large rock nearby as a means to jump onto my 17 hand geldings back, I could see the sweat glistening off his neck. I could feel the excitement buzzing just under the surface of his skin, rushing through his veins. He too, knew what was coming. It was a moment we had practised together many times. Knowing he would need no more than a nudge to go, I did exactly this and braced myself for his reaction. Jumping from a standstill to a gallop in less than a second, Dandy plunged chest first into the cool water. 'Is there a better way to spend a hot summer's day?" I thought with a smile.
ReplyDeleteStephanie Makrides
A short laugh gurgled from the pit of its stomach. It reached down its swollen, mottled hands to snap off another limb and greedily forced it down its throat in one mouthful. Its eyes rolled back in its head as it choked, heaving and coughing in short rasping breaths, as it struggled to bring up a piece of splintered bone. A bubble of saliva dribbled down its chin, tinged pink from the blood of the savage at its feet. For a brief moment, it stared into its victim’s pleading eyes, and a hint of recognition flickering across its face, but a moment later it was lost as its stomach continued to complain of hunger.
ReplyDeleteAlicia Goldsworthy
The Unknowable
ReplyDeleteSpiralling and tumbling, forever falling. Skin's too taught, trapping fleshy fears. The outside cold doesn't chill what’s burning on the inside. The leaves turn brown and die. The path was lost somewhere behind and in the mirror, with waitress hair; she doesn't recognise the girl that stares.
Dragging her feet with zombie speed she goes about her daily chores. Caught in an autumn gale; falling on her instincts even when they don’t make sense.
She sees them up ahead, what’s left of tattered friends. She places on the mask that fits and bubbles up to them. Not sure if the words and emotions that fall from her are real or just the chameleon.
There's nothing for it but to wait, have faith and pray. It can't stay this way forever, confused and scared. Not knowing just simply doing. Soon, though, she'll have to tell her friends, oblivious, what’s boiling just below the surface. If Only she knew.
Yvonne Wood