Pome Corner…

 We’ve decided to mark 2013 by ramping up the cultural cred of the bloggo. It’s time, we reckon, to add a touch of class; to wit, a Pome Corner. More specifically, some lovely tid-bits from Minnie who’s been secretly tickling the muse for years…


‘Reconciliation Arrogance’

          I was so eager for knowledge

          sharing affirmation, 

          thoughtlessly skating into your presence

          to take what I could for my future.

          You talked quietly of genocide

          gently probing my blood,

          my ability to understand

          and honour past fragility.

          Your strength drew me in slowly

          and waited until I was humble enough

          to start learning

          that neither of us could change the past

          but could meet fleetingly here

          in our love of the beautiful red grasses, 

          redemptive remnants left in the tapestry

          of violent introduced green.

 'Themeda Buddha', Mignon Patterson, kangaroo grass


‘Enduring Love’


i. ‘In the Beginning’

We loved as Adam and Eve


blinded by passion

trusting the snake.

Then you committed suicide

but left your body behind 

for me to fall in love with 

over and over again.

I rose from each pyre

a shadowy phoenix

until only pain remained

to echo our vanity.


ii. ‘It Must Have Been Hard’

Silence is the only answer.

Love knows few words

demeaned at either end

by fleeting joy or hate.

What can be said?

All is breathing out and in

the smallest thoughts and actions

transforming everyday selves, 

redemption glimpsed

in the shifting shadows 

of life whirling maddeningly faster 

to oblivion.


image: Mignon Patterson, themeda buddha, kangaroo grass

Gorgeous. And there’s plenty more where that came from – watch this space.

Artie’s party, not…

Saturday was the annual highlight of our Wapengo Summer (well, 1 of 2); Artie’s birthday party. Except this year he decided to hit the habit on the head, so the faithful swung into Not the Artie Party mode. It’s now become Camp Artus, a lovely low-key affair down on Artie’s point.

Perfeck – no more of that humungous pre/post domestic production palaver for the poor bugger, just a sweet bbq/picnic by the lake. And no more duelling DJ’s!!


brotherly love - no more battle of the DJs

brotherly love – no more battle of the DJs


As usual it coincided with Narek and Ivy Hill openings, so the Gang and La Groppa did a very swift recce of both – way too early as it happened, but you get a better squizz at the art without the crowd, eh (…and Carolyn did graciously forgive us!!)

And it was serendipity, as it happened, cos we ran into Ange and Bourkie…


hunting and collecting

hunting and collecting


Anyhoo, ceramics provided a nice visual segue between the two galleries and we always like to see Craig Cameron’s work get its deserved public airing. We did a Glenn Murcutt (as in touched the ground lightly) and scampered back to the campsite.

Very pleasant summer viewing, swing by on your way to the beach.

Relatively few photographs were executed in the making of this post (and none of La Groppa at all, as is her wont.) Glimpses here.

Shed bed…

For Kazmir…

shed bed

Nothing but nothing’s going to be allowed in Megsie’s workshop unless it pertains to her practice…except maybe a shed bed for guest overflow in summer!

[Oo-er, actually, Megsie herself is going to sneak out there for a few zzzzz-eds once all the house-guests leave. We might join her….n(Ed)]