Peer Review Three.

I thoroughly enjoyed your blog this week. I liked your take on what the painting communicated for you and your observation on the use of natural colours. Your mention of Romanticism was a good link to prior knowledge and added a lot of credibility to the piece.

Your connection of the painting to Wright’s poems was clear, eye opening and helped me to realise that one meaning can be conveyed through many aspects and platforms. I thought it was quite wise of you to mention two of Wright’s poems that you noticed a link  to as it gives the reader deeper insight into your understanding of the piece and the message that it communicates.

In the last line of your blog, you wrote “Nicholas’ artwork correlates to texts we have studied in class as she incorporates the same subject matter as Wright does in her poem which is that technology will be the end humanity”. This sentence, although it expresses your argument, seems to be missing a word. Perhaps you meant, “… as Wright does in her poem, which is that technology will be the end of humanity”, or, “will end humanity”. Additionally to this, the sentence was quite lengthy and might read better with a comma between “poem” and “which”. However, your blog was still clear to read and I think you have an eye for detail that is evident in the way you put your thoughts to words.

You chose wisely in which artistic piece you wanted to write on as Nicholas’ painting matches well with your attention to detail.

Thank you for this blog! See you in class!

Belle

Ronnykamaledine.wordpress.com

 

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Blog Four. Island Bush Experience.

Describe an experience that you have had in the bush where you have felt that there is more than simply material reality around you.

 

For this week’s blog topic surrounding the theme of Patrick White’s novel, The Tree of Man, I have decided to share a story of my experience travelling overseas in February of this year.

 

The Island of Lifou is a beautiful Island in New Caledonia that is surround by the bluest water imaginable:

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Own photo.

During my trip there, my younger sister and I had the amazing opportunity of going cave diving! The travel to the cave was at least a 15-minute bush walk through the longest grass I’ve seen and the most amazing lookouts, as well. During our bush walk, we came across this huge piece of rock that ended with a 100-meter drop to the water (and of course we dangerously climbed right to the edge):

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Own photo.

When we arrived at the cave entry, we saw before us a very detailed jungle. We started the journey on ground level and walked directly down for 20 minutes. Throughout this hike, we began to see that the jungle itself was a massive hole in the ground that had been beautifully overwhelmed with nature. The rock walls were green with vines and there were many trees that had sprung from earth’s ground that were entangled with one another, forming one massive web of greenery. By the end of this, we were underground and had to crawl in between gigantic rocks to finally reach the cave:

lifou

https://www.weekendnotes.com/what-to-do-in-lifou-new-caledonia/ 

We were finally at the cave with pitch black water and no sunlight to guide our way. The jump from the rock to the water was about 2 meters and the local people of the Island were unaware of how deep the cave was:

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http://caledonia160.rssing.com/chan-29525028/all_p1.html

In this photo you can see the rock from which we jumped off. The rest of the photo (that seems to just be black) is the water we jumped into.

The water was freezing, yet so refreshing. After the swim, we pulled our body weight up by a rope that was tied against a huge rock to get ourself back to the surface.

The whole experience was one I have not stopped thinking about since it happened and I have already started making plans to go back. What stayed with me long after the holiday was the natural aspect of the entire experience. The local people that lived on the Island were some of the sweetest souls I have met. The Island itself, was full of beautiful flowers, tress, water and dogs everywhere! There were a whole bunch of dogs on the Island that were not particular anyone’s pet, they simply belonged to the Island and everyone there. The local’s relied entirely on the Island for their food, shelter, clothing, schooling and wellbeing and in the short time that I was there, I experienced their daily schedule. They had a beautifully old fashioned Church, a grave yard and little shops that were filled with all sorts of little items that the visitors could buy. They had built their own houses and formed their own school, and my favourite part about their lifestyle was that everyone there was a family. Everyone looked out for one another and treated one another as their brother or sister.

This experience helped me to realise that everything one’s soul searches for in life (intimacy, connection, sense of belonging) can truly be found within the people we surround ourselves with. The Island of Lifou and its people truly embark this simplicity of life and embody what it means that having less is to have more.

 

Some more photos of the beautiful Island

 

https://www.tripadvisor.com/LocationPhotoDirectLink-g317050-d3190847-i235639731-Lifou_Island-

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https://www.tripadvisor.com/LocationPhotoDirectLink-g317050-d3190847-i169575536-Lifou_Island-Lifou_Loyalty_Islands.html

 

Peer Review Two.

The artwork that made up majority of your blog post was one of my favourite pieces! On the Wallaby Track speaks so many stories: the love of relationship between the husband and wife, and their relationship with their baby, their lifestyle and the measures people go to for provision. I think you perfectly encapsulated the essence of this painting in the words, “This piece expresses attitudes of stereotypical Australian laboring life along the bush tracks”. This sentence, despite communicating their lifestyle, could be worded differently. Perhaps you meant something along the lines of, “This piece expresses the stereotypical attitudes incorporated in the laboring life of Australians who lived among the bush tracks”

I particularly liked how you incorporated three artworks into this week’s blog. Your use of comparison and insight towards various paintings shows your understanding toward them. You mentioned your favourite piece at the end of your blog. The piece itself was quite attractive to the eye. I would have liked to see mention of the artist and a detailed response as to why it was your favourite. Overall, your blog showed great insight into artworks that you so creatively thought out. Keep up the good work! I look forward to reading more of your work over the semester ☺
Belle

https://nprudnicki97.wordpress.com

Blog Three. John Glover.

Broad- what new attitudes to Australia did you note from today’s visit?

 

Visiting the Art Gallery is a regular day in the life of a literature student. I believe this is my fourth visit since beginning my course early last year and every visit I walk away having discovered so much about the topic and people within it. My favourite visit was in my first year studying Oz Lit. Unfortunately, my blog posts in that category all mistakenly got deleted when I created new topics, but didn’t realize until a year later when it was too late to retrieve them all!

Anyway, this time round I studied John Glover’s painting for a similar topic: Reading Australia. Glover’s painting, Launceston and the river Tamar dates back within his first year living in Australia (1831). He captured the sacredness of Australia within this painting despite only engaging in its beauty for one year. This is a testament to the beauty of Australia and to Glover’s determination to encapsulate such tranquility. Personally, I find that quite astonishing. To have such a short experience in an environment, yet produce a piece that depicts so many aspects of its surrounding beauty so easily shows pure talent and eye for detail.

Here are some aspects of this painting that highlight Australia and caught my attention:

Trees: The Gum Trees first caught my eye upon looking at this painting. There are many of them and they are spread out near and far. One thing that stood out to me was the particular angle in which the branches are headed in different directions (especially on the centered tree). It is as if Glover had painted them purposely to show their submission to the wind. Additionally, the base of the painting is covered with a large branch that appears to have fallen from a tall gum tree. If you look closely, you can see that there are plants starting to grow around and in line with this fallen branch. Both the branches moving with the wind and the plants growing in line with the branch are elements of the painting that show nature’s harmonious being. They are one and work together as one.

The Bird: I have looked at this painting over the period of two art gallery trips. I almost wrote a blog about this specific painting last semester, but decided to analyse another of Glover’s famous works. This time round, as I am analyzing this piece, I have noticed something that I did not pick up on last time. On the fallen branch, there is a tiny red bird sitting at the center of it. Not only is this bird so small in comparison to the rest of nature’s magnificent creations, but it is also camouflaged with the red soil that saturates the earth’s ground. This communicates to me that everything in nature has its own ordained place. The branch falling was not a mistake, but simply nature’s way. It has not been disposed of; it is untouched by man, and it has resulted in creating a space for a bird to sit. How simple, right? I think Glover intended this bird to be placed on the fallen branch rather than flying in the sky to represent nature’s beauty and purpose.

The woman: Finally, toward the bottom right hand corner in the painting, there is a woman in standing with her back toward the viewer’s eye, staring into the open. We look in the same direction she is, and we see everything she does – the trees, water, mountaintops, dirt, soil, the bird, flowers and the sky. She looks to be contemplating. Glover’s positioning of this lady has communicated to me that nature is a safe place for contemplation and discovery. I also find it interesting how the little umbrella she is holding is not directly above her head. I believe that this is symbolizing that nature provides what we need as it did long before anything manmade. That is, she is receiving shade from the trees and as a result the umbrella’s purpose is overruled.

John Glover, thanks to these art gallery visits, has become my favourite artist.

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https://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/collection/works/41.1972/?tab=details

Peer Review One.

Hey Eleanor!

I enjoyed your blog entry this week. I chose to peer review you as your choice of topic was on my mind to do, too, but I could not figure out what direction to go in. Reading your interpretation on this quote however, showed me the authenticity of Patrick White’s quote. I think you perfectly captured the essence of his intention through the words, “In situations of an accident, people will often question ‘what if?’ and think of possible alternative scenarios that could have happened if they had done something differently” The question of ‘what if’ is a question I have heard too many times that always has painful connotations attached. Your description articulates what alternatives are – replacements of something for something else. The mind can’t help but think what could have been different. There are alternatives, but we only have the power to choose the outcome if we could go back in time. Thank you for teaching me through your entry this week! I particularly liked your added photo, too. It shows many birds that all have the same bodily features, but a completely different path in life. If I could give you one piece of advice, it would be to communicate your photo choice. It is a metaphor for directions and can link in nicely with White’s quote and your analysis. The photo does speak for itself, but I would love to hear your insights toward capturing this moment.

Belle 🙂

https://eleanorthorleyaustralianliterature.wordpress.com

Blog Two. Patrick White: who is he?

Describe what this photograph shows you of Patrick White the man: what kind of man is he? What does the face tell us?

 

This week I have decided to describe my emotions from a photo of Patrick White. I will include as much information as I can about what the photo communicates. After my analysis, I will compare my thoughts to research of his life. It will be interesting to see how a life story may or may not be reveled through their appearance.

Here is the photo i will analyse:

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Patrick White- The Tree of Man

 

My thoughts on his portrait:

This elderly man appears to have experienced a lot in his life. His blank, yet detailed expression communicates the word ‘pain’. I see this through the direct eye contact he is giving the camera with no smile to accompany it. Think about whenever you look into someone’s eyes, perhaps your partner, and you both have this blank expression. No words or smile, just the stare that connects you deeply with the other person’s thoughts. That is how I see this photo of Patrick White. He looks hurt and exhausted. Additionally to this, he looks to be an educated man – his hair is neat and this seems to be a professional shot of his face. I assume in this photo he is quite wealthy and has a family. He appears to have a gentle soul and a strong foundation of wisdom and common sense. He appears around his 50’s in terms of age, he looks Italian and comes across as a man of experience.

 

My research of Patrick White:

He was not married, but was in a long-term homosexual relationship that he classified as marriage. He was educated (Nobel Prize winner), he has experienced pain (severe asthma), he wrote plays that weren’t published, he spent a lot of his life in Australia, he studied theatre, he wrote novels and he owned a thriving farm.

I found it quite interesting what managed to communicate through the photo and what didn’t. The attributes to him that I thought of were mostly correct. He was educated, he was a man of experience, and he had experienced pain but also has a strong sense of wisdom. He was NOT Italian! This was my favourite discovery of this week’s blog. I have never written a blog like this one before, but I enjoyed learning that experiences can be revealed through someone’s expression, and what I thought was simple and obvious (culture) may not be.

Blog One. Judith Wright’s Movement.

 

Reading into the life of Judith Wright has widened my perspective into the power that poetry can hold. Her life radiates the purpose of poetry. This week, I have decided to create my own topic and write about Wright’s love for nature and people and how it moved her to action for change.

Judith Wright has become my favourite poet after listening to this week’s lecture on her. What lingered with me long after the lecture is the consuming thought of poetry being a powerful force that can dig into our deepest emotions. So far, my two favourite poems of hers are the Wattle Tree and Nigger Leap, New England.

The Wattle tree metaphorically depicts creation transforming from one thing to another. Wright discovers this through the never-ending growth of the tree and then contrasts it to herself, that is, how she transforms as a human being. The poem Niggers Leap had me feeling her emotions that are tied within Australian nature as well as the Aboriginal people of this land. Her questioning of equality is what led me to discover more about this passion of hers for this week’s blog topic.

Arising from her knowledge of problems within Australia’s environment, Wright began to discover the issue surrounding Aborigines and the wrongdoing actioned toward them. Her action toward this knowledge began in 1975 when she moved to New South Wales. Within the next five years after this move, she helped form the Aboriginal Treaty Committee. This organisation’s vision was to make land rights well known. This organisation thrived from 1979 to 1983. Many books and articles were produced throughout this period that heightened the idea of a Treaty amongst the people of Australia: The Government, and representatives chosen by Aborigines to be their advocate. Wright believed that Aboriginal people had rights that were unfairly silenced by colonisation.

It has been said that Wright resigned her career in poetry to pursue her newly found passion. However, I believe that her poetry continued until her last breath – not only through words, but also through action. She merely was living and carrying out the heart and soul she put into words. It was as if words could not yet justify her desire for these people and so she had to action out what was not written.

What I love about Wright and her poems is that she amplifies what poetry is; it is more than just an expression of mind, but it is an action for change. Yes, poetry is an inward journey for us all, but for Wright, it was also a movement she dedicated her life to.

 

http://photos.rnr.id.au/2005/07/30/ http://www.australiangeographic.com.au/photography/reader-photos/2011/04/flickr-photo-of-the-week-wattle-tree

 

I have decided to incorporate these two photos of a Wattle Tree to help any readers and myself visualise Wright’s movement. In the first photo, the Wattle Tree is thriving whilst the majority of the bush behind it is ceased. This image helps me understand the uniqueness that Aborigines hold to the beautiful land of Australia. Additionally, the Wattle Tree fills the majority of the photo which helps me see how much Wright consumed her life to this cause. The second photo compares two trees – one blooming and the other not. For me, this captures the thought of ‘what could have been’ without Wright’s passion toward this movement.

Judith Wright’s poem ‘Two Dreamtimes’ has also impacted my view on Wright and has shaped my knowledge of her passion for people. Here are a few of my thoughts from this poem. I feel her passion for being an advocate can be summed up in the line, “sitting all night at my kitchen table with a cry and song in your voice”. She is losing sleep at the thought of another’s pain. She feels generations of guilt and wants to take action, “over the desert of red sand came your lost country to where I stand with all my fathers, their guilt and righteousness”. And finally, she seeks desperately for connection and to fill the gap that has been made. She apologetically returns their title, “the knife’s between us, I turn it around, the handle to your side”, and, “both of us die as our dreamtime dies”.