Already this year has marked itself as being an important moment in time as far as new beginnings. We returned home with the bare essentials, buzzing with new input and inspiration. We are ready to plant our roots once more and dedicate this next phase to the making of things.
My story had come to the definitive end of many cycles when we left Melbourne for the world. Dazed, confused, stagnant and exhausted by the end of 2009, living the dream of travel was the perfect catalyst for new growth. Art became prevalent as a strong theme, especially with the introduction of David with his warm hospitality and crew of wonderful characters. Our temporary home in Davids apartment was a whirlwind of inspiration, every surface was covered in aesthetic stimulation. Coupled with the buzzing artistic landscape of the San Fransisco streets, stop frame experimentation was explored with origami critters coming to life and prowling the city.
It was our experience in Salasaca that really gave me the courage and passion to apply for Uni this year. School is an old battle, dropped a long time ago. A change in perception that strengthened my faith in the Art was experienced through working at Escuela Katitawa. I was truly amazed at how powerful the simple project of a puppet theatre was at breaking through cultural barriers, as a way to communicate to the children even though I could not speak their language and to see the impact it had on them as they performed in front of their elders.
My faith grew in Jerusalem. Our first visit to this city of ancient power was the encounter with the Vertigo crew, a dance company Dotahns’ friend from high school Alon was apart of. Receiving a gift of tickets to his show called Mana we witnessed a dance of true awe.
On our return to Jerusalem we found kindred spirits in Yair and Danni. I was very inspired by their art and appreciate them inviting us into their world and introducing us to a lot of friends and fun.
As I was on a bus to the Dead Sea my mind wandered in the desert landscape outside the window. It reminded me of a beautiful moment in a documentary made by Danni about Yair as an Artist. Yair was in a plan white gown walking through the desert dunes. It was so quiet, especially after the clips of his artwork. So much flashing movement industrial information and then calm. It reminded me of how Dotahn explained his Cave. A place he needs to go to create art. I realised my space would begin more like a desert. A plain open limitless space to play around and build in. I began to imagine figures in the desert outside the window. Playing with the idea of contrast, space and the relationship between the physical and metaphysical, the birth of ideas.
Dotahn was roped in to film my day-dream and we soon found ourselves in the middle of the desert sweating in blazingly intense heat. I must mention that I do not deal well in the heat, Dotahn found it hilarious that I wanted to do this. The air conditioning on the bus did not prepare me for the blistered feet and burning skin. A big Thankyou must go out to Dotahns’ Uncle Yair , who drove us out to the middle of nowhere ( also known as behind Metsokei Dragot, Judean desert) and stood out in the sun whilst I jump, run, scream and played with rocks.
After the painting on the wall in Thailand titled the Birth of Ideas the decision to study was final. But a complete bitch to apply for from Lao. I had subconsciously completed an art project on each continent we had travelled with no plan to do so.
And so here we are, back in the home land. After only two weeks of taking action for our new beginning we have already got a house and on the same day I got my offer to go and study at the Victorian Collage of the Arts!
I dedicate this year to the building of things.