from the heart

posted May 8 2006

posted December 1 2005

posted November 18 2005

“The whole of St Kilda will be at Kenny’s funeral. I’ve had fifty calls today and it’s only lunch time”, said the Sacred Heart Mission receptionist. We’ll know the date next Monday or Tuesday after the Coroner has released his body.”

Everybody has a story about Kenny. He was a photo journalist and camera man. He said he covered the Vietnam War. Some people said he was never the same when he came back.But nobody really knows for sure.

Every day people put new flowers in the vase. M put a tot of port next to a burning candle. “I’m holding a vigil”, he said. “Acland St will never be the same”.

posted November 14 2005

Rest in Peace – Kenny Douglas 1943 – 2005

St Kilda wouldn’t be St Kilda without the local characters that have always been part of the streetscape. They are as important as the physical qualities of the land and give this community its unique identity. Monument on Wheels was conceived to pay homage and represent the importance of these people.

The shopping trolley wheels and the weaving text represent the paths both psychological and physical that these people have traversed to survive on the streets. The text is broken up into fragments and the order isn’t immediately evident, just like the speech of some of the people the work refers to. If you want to get the full meaning you have to stop for a minute and think.

Most people who have lived in St Kilda can tell you about a favourite character, often with a fondly described name: track suit man, green man or milk carton man, who constructed millinery extravagances from old milk cartons and wouldn’t leave home without his hat

The work celebrates the resourcefulness and importance of these characters, but also recognises the community that supports these people; restraunteurs that feed them, the people who stop and have a ‘yak’ with John or Kenny as they go about their daily business, or those who handover for the $3 coffee that is really a beverage enjoyed from a brown paper bag.

“They wandered by it’s sane seas because it was a more generous city, not as mean as the others, where the would be singled out as being queer if their lipstick were skew whiff or buttons undone, or speech slurred or hands shaky and yellow with nicotine”.

posted November 8 2005

“Do you want a rose? A gold coin for any one you want”.

Up and down Acland St he travails, fronting locals, strangers and tourists in the bars and cafes. He always moves on quickly if there are not takers.

The other day he had on 2 different coloured shoes… a different kind of look to the young gals who used to sell roses for charity.

posted October 24 2005

“Here’s some more 5 cent pieces for your little boy” he said.

“And there are some 10 cent pieces too, the shops won’t take them either”.

The coins had been carefully sorted and stashed in two empty tobacco pouches.

“I can’t keep taking this money. It’s the wrong way round. You’re the poor bugger and I’m the comfortable middle-aged woman.” J replied.

“Nah, nah” he said “just give them to your son so he can buy an Xmas present for you”. “Not any more” she said to which he quickly offered “I can be your arts patron”.

“No” she said emphatically “I’ll be your moneychanger, I’ll take your small coins to the bank”.

“All right”, he said with a twinkle in his eye “when I see you coming down the street I can say to people, ‘Here comes my money launderer’.”

posted August 4 2005

The artist reflects on her own practice.

posted July 11 2005

Found: Elwood Beach

posted July 6 2005

Found: Mitford St

posted May 17 2005

Found: somebody’s front window

posted April 5 2005

Found – Barkly St

I love you for not whom you are, but whom I am when I’m at your side.

A true friend is one who holds your hand and touches your heart.

posted April 1 2005

Found – Foster and Carlisle St beat

Are you still together?

posted March 31 2005

Found – Foster and Carlisle St beat

posted March 30 2005

Found – Foster and Carlisle St beat
(not for the working girls)

posted March 29 2005

This is a message for the nice girl who helped me out yesterday with my van.
It would be really nice to see you again sometime.
If you like just write a message on the windscreen.
The van is parked down the street.

Found – Shakespeare St

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