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2008 CREATIVE CONNECTIONS ART AND POETRY EXHIBITION
Creative Connections and WA Poets Inc bring you the 2008 Creative Connections Art and Poetry Exhibitions. These exhibitions are supported by WA Poets Inc and Disability Services Commission of WA.
There were two exhibitions in 2008.
The first exhibition was held on Thursday 10th, Friday 11th and Saturday 12th July 2008 at Centro Warwick Shopping Centre, during trading hours, with a launch at 3 pm on Thursday 10th, with guest speakers, to coincide with filming by Community Television.
The second exhibition was held in conjunction with National Poetry Week on Thursday 4th, Friday 5th and Saturday 6th September 2008 at the Centro Galleria Shopping Cente in Morley, during trading hours. There was also a books launch (of the 2007 and 2008 exhibitions including photos of artworks and poems) at 6 pm on Thursday 4th September at Centro Galleria.
There are 61 Artworks by 31 Artists and 26 Poets have written 142 poems to the artworks.
Here are the artworks and poems from the 2008 exhibition:
61 Artist: Unnamed
The Octopus on Mars
The octopus on Mars
gardened long before
blue green algae
bloomed on Earth
The octopus on Mars
discarded the avant garde
favours formal composition
sombre symmetry
The octopus on Mars
creates bouquets of courtly
colour that make vegetable
love look fast
The octopus on Mars
practices artforms unknown
to the pelagic schools
of the ocean planet
The octopus on Mars
can be understood only
in the bronze half-light
of a red and waterless place
Liana Christensen
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Tree of Knowledge
Dear Eve,
Don't guzzle the fruit
or let the juice escape your lips
too easily.
Take care,
chew each mouthful with forethought,
then may your digestion be wholesome.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Lilith.
Sue Clennell
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60 Artist: Unnamed
Rush Hour in the Rain
Each one alone
the sting of rain tattooing
down to the bone
Bent heads are shown
the loss of joy in living
each one alone
all who have known
the wear of tears eroding
down to the bone
must we atone?
duty beyond bearing
each one alone
such seeds were sown
before we knew the sharing
down to the bone
colours run creating
each together blooming
each one alone
down to the bone
Liana Christensen
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There's excitement in the city.
People walk forward
leaning towards Mecca.
Faces down,
smudges of colour,
their quickness blurring
shocking.
Sue Clennell
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59 Artist: Vivienne Sharp
Coral Bay
Snorkelling with rainbows
just past the breaking surf,
I see the red rocky shores
of the North West Cape.
Shimmering white sands where
Coastal Daisies, Starflowers
and Sturt Peas grope to grip
harsh hot terrain in fighting wind.
At Easter, a hundred yards off
the bay, coral triggers upside down
snowstorms to invite gentle giants
from the depths of Tantabiddi to feed
whilst in my imagination, I squeeze
the fish colours through my fingers
to paint pictures and feel myself
swimming with whale sharks.
Frances Macaulay Forde
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Nature’s Chapel Window
Sunlight glitters through
Leaves gently turning red and gold
And every hue
between
Arc of purity, sky blue,
brown bony limb
Still a lingering few
of green
Cool breeze
tickles skin,
leaves flutter
Curl like butter
Bittersweet glimpse
As the season’s pass
Nature’s chapel window
Glorious stained glass!
Catherine Szathmary
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Wildflowers bloom
beside a sleepy creek.
Here the lion
laid down with the lamb.
Wisps of wool
attest to the fact.
Jan Napier
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58 Artist: Dennis Goater
Racetrack
The static audience is a smudged yellow blur
as my Formula Ford whizzes past the stands, in blue.
Around the chicane the red Ferrari takes the inside
and I glide past, pedal to the metal with a grin.
You won’t catch me - I’m every colour of the rainbow!
Tho’ purple blobs try, they’ve got no space, in my race.
Frances Macaulay Forde
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Yellow bull whirring
with Mycenaean youths
vaulting your horns.
Your father stalks
labyrinthed underground,
awaiting the end result.
Sue Clennell
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Embodiment
I am an oarsman
Scudding by
Late afternoon
Along the Swan
Searing solar glare
On ripples
And on my oars
All strength used
Propulsion
Against the flow
I pass the kayak, red like fire
See me settle into my skin
I find my rhythm
Leave a trail of gold in my wake.
Cathy Szathmary
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Official chops*
seal the deal.
Cargo is loaded
in illicit hours.
The boatman swings
away from corruption
and current events.
The emperor's anger
looms large
clouds the outcome.
Jan Napier.
*'chops' are seals
(as in sealing letters etc)
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57 Artist: Timothy Schraman
Passions
a wide smile
weighted hugs
Pavarotti with
new food only
hide this red
cloud thundering
over my heart
Frances Macaulay Forde
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Oh Vesuvius
how you cluttered
clustered your minions,
how you preserved in ashy amber
Roman greatness, folly.
How you still sit in prey,
waiting.
Sue Clennell
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The vats have tipped gloop glug glop
puddles of thick sticky
strawberry caramel lime
aura the factory floor.
Sugar hits an all time low.
Jan Napier
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56 Artist: Name withheld
Dark night
shimmers with setting sun,
moonlight joins daylight,
bursting blossoms,
a new pink dress.
Night
turns into day,
sun sets, moon rises,
light becomes dark,
turns to light again.
Through the window,
day and night,
my brilliant sky show.
Sally Clarke
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Genie
There now is a Genie so keen
she can breach any window unseen.
As she dares their diagonals
with her vivid imaginals
she’ll take you where you’ve never been!
Jenny de Garis
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55 Artist: Name withheld
“Monet’s Miracle”
Quick, Claude,
the cataract when the sun fell
in your pond was spectacular
you should have seen the water
fall
Don’t cry, Claude
see
all is clear now
pink yellow green and blue
Liana Christensen
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Face in the Sky
Cool-coloured clouds
I see your smiling face
In the please-purpled sky
Light as floating fairy floss
Blue is for the mischievous seas
Of your open eyes
Yellow is the sunshine
Of your busy hands
And pink are the apples
That ripen when you smile.
Paula Jones
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54 Artist: Meryl Harris
pink fairies
love to fly
over fields of yellow clover
on dark nights
after the rains
their magic wands
sparkle with light
and they sprinkle
red fairy dust
among blue blackbirds
Maureen Sexton
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i trace
the gentle padding
of my cat’s feet
across page
what flowers has
she dipped her paws into
what delights did she find
in dusty corners today
Deanne Leber
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53 Artist: Meryl Harris
1. Can you see the crossroads of our lives ?
Can you see bright possibilities and new directions ?
Will it be safe to go there, or should I go there instead ?
2. Do you see people on street corners ?
Or do you dash over when the lights change
and never look at others rushing too ?
No wonder it’s called Rush Hour !
Flora Smith
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Score
birds in the rain
two violins twitter
you arrive
fine green lines of flute
talk with me
purples hum in my head
the space around us opens into song
small explosions of mauve and ochre
splash on the road where leaves land
your feet brought you to me
sunbursts smile, scattering notes
that chuckling, tiptoe out
where you will leave
warm echoes to pace my day
green lines of flute lingering
two violins
birds in the rain
Jenny de Garis
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52 Artist: Kathy Adair
Voice flowers catherine-wheel
in my mind.
Speak presence –
Speak you –
As words explode in notes
that laugh with trees.
And the sky smiles.
Trisha Kotai-Ewers
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the autumnal leaf
the autumnal leaf
breathes softly,
winter's chilled swab
hovers close
breathing softly,
mottled siblings
hovering close,
forgetting the dance
mottled siblings feel
winter's chilled swab,
forgetting to dance
the autumnal leaf
Kevin Gillam
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51 Artist: Kathy Adair
I wanted to write about roses
the way you dried them
on the page
in the sun
alphabetical potpourri
sprinkled in the air
Deanne Leber
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blackbirds dance
above a winter forest
they flit, flutter
flap and flicker
through leaves
of blue
their feathers
float in the treetops
like tracks
for the clouds to follow
without a care
they sing their songs
to the rain and the wind
Maureen Sexton
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50 Artist: Katie Bassett
SHOPPING SPREE
Like racing car drivers
Zoom here and zoom there
Many great places to go
Oh, look at what’s here
And what I found there
It’s just what I need, don’t you know?
‘This one is new’
‘Here it’s so pretty’
‘That one is blue’
‘That one’s quite witty’
That’s why…
I simply must do more rounds
I’ve got shopping spree fever
And am busy as a beaver
‘Cause I…
know there is more to be found!
Julienne Miller
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Action! Lights!
yellowness of yolk echoes
yellingness of children
laughter of birds
The painter is painting
Psychedelic jellyfish
Beyond words
we’ve let out
our thoughts
to play J
Action! Lights!
ANDREW BURKE
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49 Artist: Kristen Cameron
not forgottens
these six not forgottens,
blue for a winter of reasons,
on the surface, sunlight through them
they've keened their way forward,
swum to the front of the temporals
these six not forgottens
in the pink lake of memory,
beyond salted froth of angst, now
on the surface, sunlight through them
you left them in a train, of course,
in a tea chest, art deco frame,
these six not forgottens
you left them, only these ripples
aren't from wind or tide,
across the surface, sunlight through them
you make a ladle with your hand,
scoop, but they evade,
these six not forgottens,
on the surface, sunlight through them
Kevin Gillam
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WATERCOLOUR
Beyond the winter window
rain blurs clear outlines,
softens the hard edge of summer;
a watercolour landscape,
wet-on-wet technique
across a grey wash of sky,
window-framed and hung to dry.
Mardi May
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48 Artist: Kristen Cameron
Leaping Frog
White-water rush in my ears,
grey-green wall of leaves,
down the pony trail to the brook.
My favourite walk, my world.
A frog leaping suddenly, bright
apple-green against dark blue;
my world changed colour.
Was he seeking something too ?
Flora Smith
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We are scattered haphazard
across the earth
since the Tower of Babel,
insignificant
in our hundreds and thousands,
yet never underestimate
the power of one.
Sue Clennell
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To the right: a chinese character
in blue. A wise man, musing?
To the left: a scatter of tiny sticks
The blessings of every day?
Melanie Kwa
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47 Artist: Laurie Coyne
my ink in you
abandoning skin
splashing
down my cheeks
there are too many tears
slipping my pen
find rainbows in you
colour them in
Deanne Leber
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RAINSTORM
Rain sheeting down on the window,
Blurring the garden in sight,
Smudging the pink of the blossoms,
Casting a spiritless light.
Squalls lashing red bottlebrushes,
Spiralling leaves to the ground,
Bruising a tormented rosebud
As raindrops continue to pound.
Val Neubecker
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46 Artist: Craig Hocey
Light reflects
deep in blue water,
glimmering shadows.
Blue night creatures
creeping, crawling,
dark dreamers dreaming in
warm blue water.
I bounce on my trampoline,
reflect on
deep blue water,
see a golden image and
ride the galloping horse.
Sally Clarke
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Orange stallion
pricks his ears
listens for my command
sniffs red spinifex.
Sue Clennell
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45 Artist: Tony Santoro
THE PROPOSAL
One breathless day in summertime,
We dined, my love and I,
Beside a vineyard, underneath
A blue Italian sky.
The pasta, sweetly basil-fumed,
The olives so sublime
And shards of ripened parmesan -
This surely was the time.
A passing cloud smiled down on me,
The words ran through my head,
I reached across to take your hand,
Oh, no – the glass of red!
Val Neubecker
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a blue sky
with white clouds
so boring
let’s paint the sky red -
but we won’t
brush it on
in even strokes
or roll it on
neatly
in geometric lines
no, lets throw it on
a dash here
a splash there
spatters and splatters –
let’s be daring
courageous
and then –
we could paint the ground
yellow …
Maureen Sexton
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44 Artist: Tony Santoro
ESPRESSO IN THE MORNING
Pizzazz !
Pizzang !
The eyes open up
Pizzazz !
Pizzang !
The skies brighten up
Pizzazz !
Pizzang !
There is no need for yawning
Pizzazz !
Pizzang !
Had espresso this morning
Julienne Miller
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many fingers
a thumb, many fingers,
sandpaper of angst scratching sky
a bloodied attempt to
prop up the clouded roof of day
the way you might read your hour,
thick in now, spraying out with
endless hyphens of choice
Kevin Gillam
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43 Artist: Tony Santoro
CREATION
In the beginning
an idea
a wild possibility
exploded into galaxies.
On the third day
a single cell
a random fusion
the creation of life.
And then
a word
a sentence
the birth of language.
And from
one note
a simple melody
the world of music.
Mardi May
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exercism
red hot, the
vice’s gotcha
. at the edge of
action, white
spasms to
explode, bones
glow, the collar
stains with
sweat. go, and
don’t stop
until the body
does
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Scott-Patrick Mitchell
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42 Artist: Raymond Thomas
Constellations hide
under your skin
separate sky
from pores
slipping across
galaxies
in your eyes
they rise
as I
collapse
in your irises
so many bright lights
spinning against the dark
Deanne Leber
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THE OPENING CHORD
they wait
bearded
dread-locked
pierced
jeans tight-stretched,
singlets black a la mode
slashed with
lightning bolts
guitars and keyboard
plugged in,
drummer poised
tattoos quiver
three…two…one…
FULL BLAST!
Val Neubecker
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41 Artist: Graham McNally
Lava lamps gloop here
blobs of colour spittle
change from skinny to fat
like in a carnival fun house,
it's all done with mirrors.
Sue Clennell
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Friend
When I stop and truly listen
I hear your heart sing, feel your soul glisten
Inner most beauty and spirit shine
I see you now clearly, o friend of mine
Natasha L Adams
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40 Artist: Graham McNally
Today’s village square -
the shopping mall –
backdrop for words,
exchanges.
Where stories surge together,
mingle,
then draw apart.
Infinity in a passing glance.
Trisha Kotai-Ewers
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ROAD RAGE
They call it road rage
but it doesn’t end there,
for it can lead to physical assault.
Not just man to man, but car to car
at one hundred k.
on the freeway.
The successful assailant,
horrified at the fire-blistered wreckage,
realises that all that remains
of his opponent lies on the roadside,
with burned out tyres,
and lots of blood.
Michael Williams
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39 Artist: Timothy Schraman
THE JOURNEY OF SUN
At sunset
day melts into the sea,
flows over the edge of the world.
On this perpetual
path of light,
the relentless journey
of bright hours and
their marching minutes,
At daybreak,
the sun rises once more
into the waiting sky.
Mardi May
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IS THAT A MAP OF AMERICA?
Is that a map of America you’ve made?
Like the British empire drenched in red,
No Stars and Stripes or the Old Glory!
Beneath that big mass, of the USA
The world drifts away,
As with Bush after 9/11
Saying “First and last and always the USA!”
In his address before the launch of war,
So where do the rest of us fit in
With his grand vision of a New World Order?
Perhaps it’s not this at all
But a triangle of a red trailing
In an ocean of the blue, turning all purple,
To give us your pleasant happy world order,
Of hugs and smiles and endless chats,
Over a long table with many a dish,
And to regale our ears Pavarotte
Making our celebration of life, pure grand Opera.
Sing on, dear Tim, hug and embrace us all!
Peter Jeffery OAM
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38 Artist: Harry Wheeler
FLURRY
Flight: an airborne moment unfurled
in time’s great divide
before to come and after then
a slight of hand
a rainbow in all its scintillating parts
stirred into mind’s backdrop and caught
like a pallet full of snow
a pointillist’s new chapter
introspective sculpture
artists signature to now
Chris Konrad
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a blue bear
with golden hair
streaked with red and white
his big, white teeth
smiling,
adorned with blue stars
matching scarf
skating through
a purple sky
a winter dream
Maureen Sexton
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37 Artist: Graham Hoffman
WISPS OF IMAGINATION
The depths to behold
the sights and the sounds
can be found
in wisps
of imagination.
The rustle of leaves
high up in the trees
can be seen
through mists
of imagination.
The birds gliding by
quite high in the sky
can follow
the twists
of imagination.
The sounds can be heard
The sights can be seen
With just wisps
of your imagination.
Julienne Miller
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“Salt and vinegar? Time was
We wrapped ‘em in the Daily News.
Only see it in old flicks now.
We do a good chip here,
You won’t hear no complaints
From the little tykes …
Here’s a hint, a nod to the wise:
a glass of cold amber fluid
relates subtly to the batter -
and brings out the best in ya,
if you know what I mean!
No flies on you, mate.
You take the little nippers home now
and may the Man in the Moon
bring you and yours joy and laughter!”
ANDREW BURKE
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36 Artist: Graham Hoffman
Energy
Figaro and Susanna
spiral and weave;
in webs of fire
she bows her head toward him
stretches her wings;
their lips wait
for lips of another—
he twirls and she twirls
they dance and they twirl
and they kiss.
With scurrying bars
rampant drums
lyrical strings
tossed from conductor's baton
ceiling to floor
their atoms dance
to Mozart 492;
they shimmy
they glitter and spark
through us all.
B J Thomason
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ANIMAL TRACKS
Mementoes
of a little night-time adventure
stealing
through the gate
slinking
past the bushes
silent steps
in the warm earth
…lurking…
a sudden rustle
a flash of movement
eyes darting
nose twitching
ready to pounce
but is this attack…
or courtship?
Only the traces remain.
Val Neubecker
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35 Artist: Julie
Rain and Wind.
I love rain.
Rain partners wind:
the two rush across the land,
brush brown paddocks green again.
All the trees dance. Trees dance with grass,
toss and weave in graceful ballet.
Small bushes shake their skirts
and laugh at the music
of the wild wind.
I love wind.
Flora Smith
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her heart opens
to us all
she surrounds us
with love
reaches out
across the Earth
embraces
all the colours
dances with the moon
and stars
connects us
to each other
Maureen Sexton
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34 Artist: Vivienne Sharp
Portrait of a lady II
You can never be certain
that you have seen
a green scarf and
red hair of a woman
or her orange arm
waving at a bus
that captured
child and tears
until every space
has disappeared
B J Thomason
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SMEAR
The world is all streaks and strokes,
Its colours smear into mingle and marl,
And is as ourselves, in our life pumping blood –
Oceans of salt and water and red and white –
For that’s all we are, skin and bone and fluid.
Onto this pink sheet, your finger smears
Traces of our ever present blood –
Grazed hands and knees if we stumble;
Blood nose in the summer heat;
Or prick for the daily diabetes check;
Life giving the bottles in the casualty ward;
Menses – the monthly ebb and flow!
Until this pink sheet again,
Where the baby kicks into life,
And the world smears
Its ever flowing cycle yet again.
Peter Jeffery OAM
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33 Artist: Lisa Bernic
The Butterfly Effect
Jet propelled by feet
I butterfly
social
gather
create
creatures from the deep
and you
with my
butterfly effect
Saz Campbell
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To My Heart
Worthy of love, lovable on my own
I bask in the warmth of love you have shown
Beautiful and strong, here in my heart
For this is where all love must start
Look gently now, deep inside
This is where my true feelings hide
But hidden away, no joy it brings
So freed by your love, my spirit sings.
Natasha L Adams
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32 Artist: Graham Russell
HEART
Ascends like flute music
It speaks silently in the world of noise
It is a flamenco dance in the Gibson Desert
Castanet beating to the rhythm of dunes
Heart
Is the place we return to after long work days
It rescinds dry obligation
It adds colour to my palette of grey
Ascends like the music of a flute
Chris Konrad
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They say
a poet
must choose
precise words
not a letter wasted
swinging on the line
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
leading the gaze
to imagine the rest
warm sweet bright
emptying
onto page
Deanne Leber
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31 Artist: Vivienne Sharp
Like you, I loved to paint.
All the coloured pots in the art room,
Newspaper on the floor, giant brushes,
Basins of water, and cloths for mopping up,
And best of all to finger paint.
You tell me it true, you begin to paint
Using all your hand and more
To squeeze the cool paint between your fingers
And fill the sheet to its corners four.
To paint then is all flurry,
Eased out through our fingers,
But later in quiet time
Or afternoon nap, we meditate
On our now filled canvas.
Our loving energy is made tranquil,
To exhibit and chat with others.
Peter Jeffery OAM
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a scrambled rainbow
etched with letters
a story perhaps?
images within an image
i see a rabbit
snakes
an angel
is this a dream
or have you taken us
to Wonderland?
Maureen Sexton
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30 Artist: Harry Wheeler
I make tin cans
into constellations
string them up
under the pergola
they shine
next to last year’s
Christmas lights
green and red flashing
galaxies glowing
over the barbeque
as mosquitoes
buzz their way
around
the big bang
seals their sting
into skin
with a slap
Deanne Leber
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Sir, have we not had a charming picnic?
White yummy crumbs still linger
On green, green grass
Whilst flecks of memory glow red!
Melanie Kwa
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29 Artist: Robbie O'Dwyer
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28 Artist: Michael Hoey
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27 Artist: Matthew Bowman
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26 Artist: Lisa Bernic
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25 Artist:Laurie Coyne
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24 Artist: Katie Bassett
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23 Artist: Katie Bassett
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22 Artist: Katie Bassett
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21 Artist: Kathy Adair
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20 Artist: Cheryl Ham
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19 Artist: Cheryl Ham
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18 Artist: Dennis Goater
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17 Artist: Dennis Goater
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16 Artist: Emma Tamblyn
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15 Artist: Emma Tamblyn
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14 Artist: Emma Tamblyn
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13 Artist: Emma Tamblyn
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12 Artist: Emma Biasin
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11 Artist: Avril-Jo Copping
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10 Artist: Avril-Jo Copping
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9 Artist: Terri Haynes
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8 Artist: Terri Haynes
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7 Artist: Millie D'Rozario
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6 Artist: Jane Gribben
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5 Artist: Name withheld
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4 Artist: Barry Tonkin
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3 Artist: Barry Tonkin
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2 Artist: Adrian Chadwick
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1 Artist: Douglas Patching
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REVIEWS
The Level Playing Field
People who are interested in making life fairer often talk about creating a 'level playing field'. Sometimes people shake their heads sadly and say there is no such thing. Well Creative Connections proves conclusively that it is possible to have a level playing field. And the emphasis is on play. Have a look at the pictures of the artists creating and you will be left in no doubt that they are playing and having fun. The smiles say it all. And for me as a poet I feel absolutely that I have been given a priceless gift from each artist: the very same opportunity to play and have fun. A fantastic way to be inspired and create something new. Each half of the creative connection pair is equal in that process. This is the real heart of art.
Difference can be scary. Confronted with people who look or behave or live differently, it is easy to feel shy, confused, embarrassed, unsure how to behave. People with moderate to severe disabilties who live in assisted accommodation are often quite separated from the wider community. Unless you are the carer or family member of such a person, you are unlikely to have the opportunity to interact with them and thus break down barriers and see our common humanity. Creative Connections gives that common humanity a chance to shine. It is a real and productive possibility for the artists and poets involved, and later for all those who see the results on public display. Nobody loses; everybody wins. This really is as good as it gets!
Liana Joy Christensen
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It was an amazing thing for me to be involved in Creative Connections during 2008.
My first reaction when my disk arrived was, what an incredible riot of colour had erupted onto my computer screen! I checked several of the paintings out again and again just to see the vibrant colours and the swirling brush strokes. I felt energised immediately and ideas popped into my head quickly. I saw trees, fairies, blue wrens and people on city streets. Then I read up on my 5 artists, saw their photos, saw the obvious pleasure they had from creating these beautiful images.
When I went to the launch at Warwick Centro, I felt humbled and honoured to be able to meet one of “my” artists. Lisa was a young woman who could not speak, had trouble breathing and could only paint with the big toe on her right foot ! ‘Just talk to her’, the carer assured me. ‘She can hear you and understand you’. So I did. I felt an overwhelming sense of love and of bonding with this young woman as I talked to her about the tiny fairy that I had seen at the base of a tree in her painting. I asked her carer about the two small platypus-like soft toys that Lisa was clutching. They were very important, I was told. They stop the hands from curling up completely, they absorb sweat and they give Lisa something warm and fuzzy to hold onto.
I kept on talking to Lisa and we had our photo taken together. I swear that magic happened that day.
Thank you so much to Maureen and all her helpers for making this happen,
Flora Smith
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REVIEW for Creative Connections 2008. I had the privilege to write to four artworks for Creative Connections. This is the second year I have written and I can only say what a gratifying experience it is to be involved in a project such as this. Writing to all the artworks was an absolute joy and I hope I have summed up my experience with the poem I wrote to Lisa’s art about the butterfly effect; nothing can happen in life without there being a butterfly effect and all the artists created something in me and you that leaves us forever changed. Thank you Maureen for this opportunity and congratulations to you and your talented photographer Lynette Bryce on another successful project.
Saz Campbell
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Artworks being created by artists at Bristol Hostel, Yokine |
Photos from Creative Connections Art and Poetry Exhibition Launch 10th July |
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Artist Kathy Adair (in wheelchair)
looking happy, talking to Lyn Bryce
(artworks and poetry in background)
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Guest Speaker, Val Shields, at the launch |
Looking at artwork |
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Guest Speaker and poet, Andrew Burke,
reading poetry at the launch |
Poet, Sue Clennell, reading poetry
at the launch |
Poets, Glen Phillips and Andrew Burke
at the launch |
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Guest speaker and poet, Andrew Burke
at the launch
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Artist, Barry Tonkin looking at his profile |
Artist, Emma Biasin happy with her artwork (above her) |
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Artist, Harry Wheeler with his artwork |
Artist, Lisa Bernic and poet, Flora Smith |
Artist, Lisa Bernic and poet, Sally Clarke |
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Artist, Kathy Adair with poets, Maureen Sexton (also Kathy's mum) and Peter Jeffery |
Guest speaker, Val Shields speaking to the crowd at the launch |
Guest speaker, Val Shields with poets, Deanne Leber and
Natasha Adams
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Some of the crowd at the launch |
Artist, Barry Tonkin |
Artist, Kathy Adair with her red and white artwork |
Photos from the Creative Connections Books Launch 5th September |
Photos from the Creative Connections Art and Poetry Exhibition in September |
List of Artists and Poets |
2008 Artists:
Jane Gribben
Bristol Hostel
Craig Hockey
Kathy Adair
Katie Bassett
Kristen Cameron
Laurie Coyne
Lisa Bernic
Matthew Bowen
Meryl Harris
Michael Hoey
Robert O'Dwyer
Vivienne Sharp
Wayne Russell
Norwich Hostel
Adrian Chadwick
Barry Tonkin
Name witheld
Cheryl Ham
Douglas Patching
Name witheld
Mildred D'Rozario
Terry Haynes
Sussex Hostel
Avril-Jo Coppping
Emma Biaisin
Emma Tamblyn
Dennis Goater
Graham Hoffman
Graham McNally
Harry Wheeler
Raymond Thomas
Tony Santoro
Buckthorn Group Home
Julie Dace
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2008 Poets:
Tasha Adams
Andrew Burke
Saz Campbell
Liana Christensen
Dr Sally Clarke
Sue Clennell
Peter Evans
Trisha Kotai Ewers
Frances Macaulay Forde
Jenny de Garis
Kevin Gillam
Peter Jeffery
Paula Jones
Christopher Konrad
Melanie Kwa
Deanne Leber
Mardi May
Julienne Miller
Scott-Patrick Mitchell
Jan Napier
Val Neubecker
Maureen Sexton
Flora Smith
Cathy Szathmary
Bron Thomason
Michael Williams
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