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The Pondering Photographer & Monet’s Garden.

For the last three weeks, I’ve been traveling along a virtual railroad track, as I’ve steadily written letters to dead artists in alphabetical order, and have been really proud of myself for sticking to the timetable. Being focused. Yet, at the same time, getting into the heads of so many traumatised and suffering people, was clearly getting to me. Yet, I couldn’t get out either. I was enthralled.

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Some time through the last week, I found myself thinking about Monet’s Garden, and how there could well be a place for Monet’s lilies, after all.

As if to prove a point, on Thursday I stumbled across a glossy coffee table book about Monet and His Garden in the book bin at the hospital. Clearly, it was meant to be. I needed to take some time out, fixate on the ripples in the pond, and unwind the spring a little.

As you may already know, I decided to pay Monet a visit and learned more about Monet, than I could ever hope to jam into a sentence. Besides, I’m focusing on Monet’s Pond today, and not the artist himself.

Anyway, as if the book wasn’t prompting enough, today while I was waiting for my daughter to get through a two hour dance audition, I stumbled across a real, live pond with actual lily pads.  Wow! I couldn’t believe it, especially as I wouldn’t have known where to find one if I’d tried. Clearly, it was meant to be, and I was meant to slow my mind down and stop for a bit. Not think about today’s artist, Albert Tucker and his expressionistic depictions of demonised trams. Rather, I was meant to lose my intensity in the mesmerising reflections of gum trees, red bottle brushes, and clouds while watching a water bird elegantly carve a path through the lot.

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I wonder if you could cal this bridge: “The Blue Plank”?

I walked back to my car to retrieve my camera. This isn’t just any ordinary camera, and it certainly wasn’t my phone. Don’t be blasphemous! Convenience is no substitute for quality.

For me, there is nothing like seeing the world through my camera lens. It’s a different way of seeing, and my vision is so much clearer. As much as I wear glasses to correct my short-sightedness, my camera allows me to truly see, especially during the magic hour right before sunset, when some kind of switch suddenly releases the most beautiful, inspirational light.

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So, I wanted to share some of these photos with you, so you too could enjoy my pond. It’s no better or worse than Monet’s pond, but it is quite different. It’s more of a rustic Australian pond with its own colour scheme, and it certainly doesn’t have Monet’s bright cacophony of flowers through the surrounding garden. However, it’s shimmering reflections of Australian gum trees were masterpieces in their own right, and to my not so critical eye, appeared quite “Impressionistic”. Well, at least, they were blurry. That is, good blurry. Still, I would’ve loved to see one of those gorgeous Japanese bridges like Monet’s over our pond, and I wasn’t mad keen on the geometical, concrete bridge we had over ours, but its a different garden with its own personality, not a copy.

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You see, two days ago, I had no intention of being anywhere near this pond. Indeed, my husband had taken the day off work and we were going sailing/kayaking. It’s been three years at least, since I last went out in the kayak and I’ve missed it so much. I can’t lift the kayak and we needed a boat trailer to get it in the water, and you’d be amazed at just how difficult things can be. (Or, maybe not!!)

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I spotted these mower tracks from the cafe and they really appealed. Green grass is also such a novelty, but for Geoff it reminded me of the green paddocks on the farm back in Tasmania.

Anyway, you know how this parenting caper goes. The best laid plans of Mum and Dad are blown out of the water by the kids. My daughter had a two hour audition to attend. While I did manage to fit in a 15 minute paddle. and it wasn’t worth me driving back and forth so I promised myself coffee and cake at a nearby cafe as compensation.

Anyway, you can sit in your corner and complain. Or, you can order yourself a slice of Passionfruit Cheesecake, a cappuccino and find yourself a pond. A pond I didn’t even know existed. It wasn’t what I’d intended to do today, but it was where I was meant to be.

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Monet’s Tree

How do you unwind when you’re under a lot of stress or pressure? What lifts the load of Atlas off your back, and helps you to return to some form of calm equilibrium? Or, perhaps, you’re caught up in a storm so intense and ongoing, that you have no idea how or if you’ll ever get out.

Well, I’m holding your hand and walking right alongside you, even if we have never met. This why I am sharing my personal journey with what has turned out to be a very intense group of artists who reflected back the storm inside me, just as surely as the surface of a pond. Please hang in there and try to find the silver lining, even if you’re convinced someone’s thrown it away. I hope you can find even the smallest thing that will touch your heart, and light your path in some way. Keep searching. Keep walking. Never give up.

Best wishes,

Rowena

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N- Sidney Nolan: Letters to Dead Artists…A-Z Challenge.

As you may be aware, my theme for this year’s A-Z Challenge is Writing Letters to Dead Artists. Today, I’ll be writing to Australian artist, Sir Sidney Nolan and will be focusing on his iconic Ned Kelly Series 1946-47. The series is held at the National Gallery of Australia in Canberra.

Sidney Nolan will be accompanied by the great Peter Allen singing: I Still Call Australia Home

Sidney Nolan was born on the 22nd April, 1917 in Carlton, a working-class suburb of Melbourne and always saw himself as a member of the proletariat…a Working Class Man. In 1938, he married Elizabeth Paterson, but he started having an affair with Sunday Reed. In 1948, he married Cynthia Reed. In 1976, Cynthia Nolan took her life. In 1978, Nolan married Mary née Boyd (1926-2016),youngest daughter within the artistic Boyd family and previously married to artist, John Perceval. Nolan died in London on 28 November, 1992 at the age of 75, and was buried in Highgate Cemetery, London.

Ned Kelly was a notorious Australian bushranger who has become something of a folk hero inspiring poets, musicians and artists alike. Sidney Nolan has said that the main ingredients of his “Kelly” series of paintings were “Kelly’s own words, and Rousseau, and sunlight”. Kelly’s words, including the Jerilderie Letter, “fascinated Nolan with their blend of poetry and political engagement”.Speaking of inspiration, Sidney Nolan’s Ned Kelly Series has also inspired other works, including Tin Symphony, which was composed and performed by Ian Cooper at the Opening Ceremony of the Sydney 2000 Olympics.

When I was growing up, my parents had a print of Sidney Nolan’s Ned Kelly & Constable Scanlon, which was wedded to the walls of three different houses. Indeed, by the time I left home, it had become a much loved member of the family. I’m not sure where it is now. Perhaps, it was buried in the family plot. However, it’s much more likely, that my father dumped it at the tip. He’s not what you’d call “a sentimental bloke”, and more of a “minimalist extremist”. Either way, the painting’s staying power, had me question how often other families change their artworks over, and rotate what’s on display? Or, do their paintings also become married to their walls… “til death do us part”?

Who Was Ned Kelly?

 “…some say that Ned Kelly was a courageous and fundamentally decent young man who was wronged by social conditions that he could not challenge except by violence; while others maintain that he was a common thief and a murderer who deserved only to hang and be forgotten. There is no simple truth of the matter[2]”.

Edward Kelly (December 1854 – 11 November 1880) was an Australian bushranger, outlaw, leader of the Kelly Gang and convicted police murderer. He was born in Victoria, Australia, around 1855. As a teenager he was in trouble with the police and was arrested several times and served time in prison. In mid-1878, following his mother’s imprisonment on perjured police evidence and feeling that the police were harassing him, Kelly took to bushranging with his brother, Dan, Joe Byrne, and Steve Hart. They became known as the Kelly Gang.[3][4] After they shot dead three policemen at Stringybark Creek in Victoria in October 1878, they were declared outlaws. Reacting to the killings, the Victorian Government enacted the Felons’ Apprehension Act 1878 which authorised any citizen to shoot a declared outlaw on sight. A substantial reward was offered for each member of the Kelly Gang, ‘dead or alive’. Ned Kelly is best known for wearing a suit of bulletproof armour during his final shootout with the police at Glenrowan. This armour was made from stolen plough mouldboards. Kelly, the only survivor, was severely wounded by police fire and captured. Despite thousands of supporters attending rallies and signing a petition for his reprieve, Kelly was tried, convicted and sentenced to death by hanging, which was carried out at the Old Melbourne Gaol. His last words were famously reported to have been, “such is life”.

Nolan has depicted bushranger Ned Kelly with a square, black box on his head with a rectangle cut out so he can see out and we can see his eyes, which are particularly graphic and expressive.

Kelly has been described as a metaphor for Nolan himself in this series. Nolan, like the bushranger, was a fugitive from the law. In July 1944, facing the possibility that he would be sent to Papua New Guinea on front-line duty, Nolan went absent without leave. He adopted the alias Robin Murray, a name suggested by Sunday Reed, whose affectionate nickname for him was “Robin Redbreast”. So when he created this series he viewed himself as the misunderstood hero/artist like the protagonist, Kelly. “Nolan like this Kelly figure has also been a hero, a victim, a man who armoured himself against Australia and who faced it, conquered it, lost it…. ambiguity personified.[3]

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My Favourite

Although Ned Kelly & Constable Scanlon brings back precious childhood memories, my favourite is the one simply called Ned Kelly.What resonates with me about this painting, is that when you peer through the eye-slot in his helmet instead of seeing his eyes, there’s blue sky and clouds. This is me. I always have my head in the clouds. At least, I would if I could. I’m proud to be a dreamer.

That’s no doubt a very personal view of the painting, but isn’t that the point of art in the first place? That we develop a personal attachment and relationship with it and it’s not all about head knowledge and gobbledygook.

Sidney Nolan’s Approach to Art & Painting

During my travels today, I came across an interview with Sidney Nolan in the Australian Women’s Weekly, which provides some helpful insights into his thought processes as an artist:

“Like all the projects he discusses, it sounds as if it’s planned within an inch of its life. “I do that with all my paintings, sometimes years ahead, because I feel all the brainwork, so to speak, should be done by the artist, and should not show in the work. Painting is a celebratory process and an emotional one not quite suited to the conveyance of ideas.”

There’s a lot of nonsense talked about painting, says Nolan, and it tends to alienate some people.

“The average person, so to speak, shouldn’t have to be put through an intellectual process in order to understand paintings. The appeal should be immediate, like people one to the other.”

As far as he’s concerned, “it’s the same thing for all of us – an emotional response. You stand in front of a painting and the first thing you get is a wobbly sort of feeling in your stomach.”

To get his own paintings to that point of impact, he “rehearses” them in his head. “I’m always doing it, in a taxi, over break-fast. It’s like moving furniture – it’s so much easier if you’ve done it in your head beforehand, otherwise it’s heavy going.”

“….Yes, I do have rather a lot planned. And of course apart from the painting I have a lot more travelling I want to do. It’s not so much looking for themes – more just soaking things up, images, feelings, perhaps they’ll come together into some good ideas one day, perhaps not, but I doubt that I’ll ever stop doing it.[4]

A Letter To Sidney Nolan

Dear Sidney,

Our time together today was so rushed, but I wanted to thank you for help out with us on the Scout Sausage Sizzle and providing the kids with a few drawings. They will treasure them always. I also wanted to thank you for lending me your pen and your sketchbook during my daughter’s dance Eisteddfod and helping me alleviate my stress. Thank you very much, also for not laughing when we found out we’d left the tutu at home and I’d failed to sew on the last of the ribbons on top my daughter’s ballet shoe, forcing her to dance with a pin jabbing her in the foot. I really wish we could’ve spent the day at the art gallery. Or, perhaps you prefer being out amongst the people, and feast on the inspiration of the everyday. Personally, I’d rather load up a kombi and had up to Byron Bay and park illegally beside the beach. I think you’d be joining me in that, but you’d need to bring your own Kombi.

I know this is probably being rather forward of me, but I wanted to ask you how you managed to keep going after you lost your beloved wife Cynthia, in such tragic circumstances. I thought you might be able to offer some coping strategies and encouragement to those who have lost loved ones in similar circumstances.

Many thanks & best wishes,

Rowena

A Reply From Sidney Nolan

Dear Rowena,

I had a delightful day with you today. Don’t be so hard on yourself, and expect perfection all the time. Everyone makes mistakes, but most of them aren’t fatal and we can recover ourselves in some way. Indeed, I’ve found a bit of paint can cover up a multitude of sins.

Anyway, you asked me about those terrible years after I lost my beloved Cynthia with her famous kingfisher spirit.

For awhile there, it was very hard for me to go on. I wasn’t a young man and wondered whether  “my life had gone as far as it could go.”

“But you see I have some friends who have looked after me very well. And I’ve been lucky that I’ve been helped to survive, because I have been.”

“Lonely? Oh yes. Lonely. But alone? Well, you see, because of those friends I wasn’t really on my own, except with respect to that relationship which, anyway, I’ll have with me for the rest of my life.”

In a way there was a choice, recalls Nolan. “Either you went down, you went under – which in a way would have been all right, because I’d seen a lot of life – or you just came through it and painted harder than before.

“What I think now is that if you remain alive and you’re a painter, your responsibility is to become a better painter. What 1 have to do now is paint more into the paintings – which I’ve tried to do this time.”

I hope that helps. Anyway, I’ve been keeping you up and it’s well after your bed time.

Best wishes,

Sidney.

These quotes were taken from Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Wednesday 8 June 1977, page 6.

Sources & References

[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sidney_Nolan

[2] Canberra Times (ACT : 1926 – 1995), Saturday 3 April 1965, page 9

[3] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sidney_Nolan

[4] Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Wednesday 8 June 1977, page 6