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Common.Place: Golden Mountain.

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This morning before dawn, we climbed The Golden Mountain. Starting off in pitch darkness, shapes emerging gradually from the shadows. Nature emerging from the blackness of nothing. Why is it that you can never see things emerging? Blackness nothing becomes daylight something, slowly. Mountain is approached. Golden peak. In awe.). Questions came to mind. Why do we climb mountains? What are your mountains? What questions are you asking of the world? How did you get here? What brought you here? To simply wa...

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Common.Place: Forms Emerging.

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Sometimes you dont have to talk about it. The doing is a talking. but in any case. A form a day. Approaching it humbly as I ask it to share its elastic knowledge of emerging forms and pure potentiality. I am patient with it. Following its lead, responding to its demands. It yields to my fingers, I test its limits, its ability to stand tall, to retain shape, flow and structure in one single momentous curve. Sometimes it says flat out No! I say, ok, you know best, so what shall you be? Then you become One.

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Common.Place: 02.10

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Happy you're not dead day! This one's for Emr. She's my favourite Lyell and it's her birthday today. Love you poss. Love at her fingertips. Yes, things like this still happen! The following week, perusing down Sydney road she found this note attached to a pole. Actually there was 40 notes and 40 poles. The only information she had told him was that she lives in Brunswick. Now that's effort! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A BLOG curated by. A war with the obvious.

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Common.Place: 06.10

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The Age of Silence. A prelude to ' a conversation (with) touch'. The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that flowed from peoples hands, nothing we say now that could not be said in the endless array of movements possible with the fine bones of the fingers and wrists. The gestures were complex and subtle, involving a delicacy of motion that has since been lost completely. Or I feel serious. Because of the frequency of these mistakes, over time the gestu...

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Common.Place: The tale of a sympathetic stone.

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The tale of a sympathetic stone. The tale of a sympathetic stone. One day a stone said to his maker, “I’ve changed my mind. I admit… things aren’t quite as rigid as I once thought. I’ve observed flow. Can I be a river now? And that is the story of how the stone came to desire the river. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sometimes stream of thought. Sometimes more sophisticated ideas. Sometimes project development. Sometimes just a place to put things. But all the time a place for Self A...

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Common.Place: 02.12

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The project of this life. Do I have a voice? Does my voice matter? Does it say anything useful to others? Am I using my hands correctly? Am I fulfilling my exponential potential? Do I hold the right relationship with myself? Do I hold the right relationship with the world around me? What can I do to help the world become more peaceful? What can I do with these hands who want to work; want to create, make, love, caress, tend to, heal, gesticulate, energise, harmonise? The proof that it is, is simply that ...

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ferrit: January 2011

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Ferrit was happy to have been accepted into her very first craft market in Melbounre, Craft Hatch. At the State Library of Victoria, March 12. She was still in the process of looking for a part time job and somewhere to live so was pleased she had until March to get a little more organised. Image from previous market. Goodbye lovely land of the long white cloud, see you again soon. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Find Ferrit's Craftwork at. Rose Street, Fitzroy, Melbourne. Shop of Design and Wonderment.

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ferrit: February 2011

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Thinking of you all". Ferrit was very saddened to hear about the tragic earthquake in Christchurch and wanted to send her love and hope to all the people down south battling with this tough time. Suitcase Success and a Vase Hunt". Ferrit had also been on the hunt for some new vases to put her roses in and found two in the same shop. She was going to continue her hunt as she needed a few more for her upcoming stall at Craft Hatch in a couple of weeks time. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Polly in a box.

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ferrit: April 2011

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Ferrit was sorry she hadn't been up to date in a while, it had taken a wee while to get organised at her new home in Yarraville. She wanted to share a few photos from her Craft Hatch stall in March which was at the State Library of Victoria. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Find Ferrit's Craftwork at. Rose Street, Fitzroy, Melbourne. Shop of Design and Wonderment. Oh Land of the long white cloud. Auckland art and craft fair. Polly in a box. Go for a little fossick. Meet me at mikes. The little look see.

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ferrit: October 2010

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Ferrit was looking forward to the Kraftbomb Halloween Extravaganza tomorrow and she had made some more skull brooches and necklaces especially for the occasion. It was sure to be a good day packed with craftyness of all sorts, delicious halloween themed treats and hopefully some crazy costumes. Ferrit was trying to concentrate on her uni work but whilst internet searching stumbled across these lovely things that she had to share. More delights at CeramicsCanFly. On a Little Break". Ferrit had a busy few ...