Morning reflection

I woke before the birds again this morning and am reflecting a little on yesterday as I listen to the soft rain.  I visited Sutton Gallery and the exhibitions by Aleks Danko & Raafat Ishak were fascinating. Danko's pointless contraption was almost symphonic in its presentation (when I first saw the rackets and little white balls I thought of the slow motion, last scene in Blow Up (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1966) of a mimed tennis match ~ surreality and anticipation. Ishak's (an Egyptian born artist who lives in Northcote) small paintings were just exquisite in their complex engagement with Duchamp's Nude Descending a Staircase (1912). If you get a chance go have a look at these two exhibitions. I have to say that Brunswick Street locale is still one of my favorite places ~ it was relaxing browsing the bookshops (I purchased & started reading Michel Foucault's The Poetics of Truth (Semiotexte)) and having a coffee outside Cafe Nova during Melbourne's 29 degrees. I found a tiny kewpie doll at Scally & Trombone, not sure what I'll do with it, but I'm sure she will appear on this blog very soon in some manner. I imagine that for me today will be quieter, the rain has cooled things down, wet leaves on the trees glisten in a soft and comforting way ~ the birds nowhere to be seen in the gray cotton wool sky. A rose bud, closed for most of the past few days outside my kitchen window has opened her petals to embrace the drops that cling to her delicate pink skin. Life, like this is quiet, but full...