A Salute to Sydney 2007
13 November - 8 December 2007
Tim Olsen Gallery
Last year I left the biscuit dry interior of Australia to the arms of that blue bitch goddess named Sydney where I spent my childhood.
Fascinating it is when you visit the caves of memory what comes up. For instance in January when the south-east winds blow millions of blue bottles towards the beach and are left on the beach by the receding tide, the children’s game was ‘popping blue-bottles’. What a game that was! ... Revealing the vitality of that blue-violet colour against the yellow of the sand.
Throwing caution away with rude cheek and daring we were inevitably stung, our bodies, as an antidote we were painted with gentian-violet.
We radiated barbaric frivolity. Another memory - swimming at Bondi Baths - ‘The Icebergs’ - the sea surge of King Tides spraying over the baths and the swimmers rocking back and forward in the turbulent water.
Above all Sydney sparkles with bouncy light - the hills surrounding the harbour cradle the light to make a radiant bath. The beach a place of primitive sensuality, bold and brassy, promises freedom if only for a hedonistic moment.
Each of us has memories that stick to us like the paste of time, I’m reminded by.
Louis MacNeice makes me think of this when he writes in a poem ‘Snow’.
World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.