Ya'll didn't know #JESUS burned #Bush . I'm not #God fearing in anyway, but to tell me a #joint is dooming us #eternity seems like a little much. Our #Army is guarding #poppy fields, do I have to remind you?
"Rybaření" a západ slunce na řece Kunene. Stojím na území kmene Himbu, na druhý straně řeky už je stát Angola. Vytáhl jsem vlasec, háčky a olověnou zátěž, navázal na klacek a šel lovit. V řece je dost krokodýlů, ale spíš jen ve stojatých vodách. Bohužel jsem jen 2x chytil sám sebe, jednou palmový list, rýmu (v noci je tu asi 7°C) a nakonec jsem utrhnul vlasec o kámen. Ale až to budu vysvětlovat naživo, řeknu, že vlasec ukousla (minimálně) metrová štika po urputným boji.
Takže na grilu bylo zase hovězí.
"Fishing" and sunset on the Kunene River. Standing on the territory of the Himbu tribe, on the other side of the river is the state of Angola. I pulled the line, hooks, and lead ballast, tied the wooden stick and went fishing. There are some crocodiles in the river, but only in backwaters. Unfortunately, I just caught myself twice, once a palm leaf, a cold (about 8°C at night) and finally tore the line off a stone. But when I explain it live, I will say that the line has bitten off (at least) a 1 meter-long angry fish. So we've grilled beef again.
Elephants are cool. They seem to just float along. For such large creatures they seem to be so nimble, and dare I say fleet footed. They are everywhere. In the bush, rivers and up on the hillsides. Down ravines. One time I swear I saw one up in a tree.😁 Beautiful beasts. I felt so priveledged to be able to observe them up close. They seem very family oriented.
The way they react to a perceived threat by flapping their ears is so inspiring. They protect their younglings and don't hesitate to confront any 4 x 4. Absolutely, precious. A lesson to us all.
Tough on the outside but caring on the inside.
On our first day in we parked ALONGSIDE the road. We watched a Herd of them walk pass us on their way to the river. About 6/7 of them made their way across the road through the bush and stood by the edge of the river. At first I thought they were just drinking. But then I noticed the last Elephant was injured. He was limping his way toward the others. I felt for him. He looked like he was struggling. Only once he reached them did they move ON. It seemed like the Herd had waited for their injured brother/father/ comrade. Compassionate creatures indeed.
I suppose that's where the the term 'gentle giant' comes from.
The pictured Elephant is not the injured one I am referring to. This elephant stood out because he only had one tusk. I'm sure he has a story of his own. Perhaps one day I can learn of it. 😊
Australian Galleries Melbourne invites you to the opening: MARY TONKIN ‘Ramble’ Tuesday 23 July, 6pm to 8pm, 35 Derby Street, Collingwood.
‘Ramble, Kalorama’ 2017-19 is the culmination of more than ten years of drawing and painting around the problem of how to make a work that conveys the immersive and somewhat episodic experience of being in the bush. Even if I’m standing in one spot to draw or paint I move about, my point of view, relationship to forms, light and seasons all change. The previously seen impinges on the present and all the internal stuff I bring to it is in flux. I ramble about and try to make sense of it all, in a kind of ecstatic reverie. This work of 21 panels, each 90 x 180 cm, was all painted en plein air in an area of about 8 x 10 sq m, much of it a kind of log corral of long fallen trees. It is just a little way into the bush from a spring-fed dam on my families rare bulb farm; where I grew up and where I have my studio.
This painting is not a continuous panorama, but rather it loops through the space, doubling back and repeating forms, overlapping various points of view, ending with what is in reality the entry to this little haven, a kind of somersault of tree ferns.
I love this bush. I love its particular chaos and mouldering smell, I love its intimacy - how it envelops and embraces, and its grandeur - the sense of a tree time-scale and natural rhythms beyond human ken. I love that sometimes it sparkles and dances, at other times is quiet and almost withdrawn. I’m not sure where or what I’d be without its sustaining presence. We all need these natural wellsprings.’ - Mary Tonkin, 2019
Image: @Mary.tonkin ’Ramble, Kalorama’ (detail) 2017-19, oil on linen, 180 x 1890 cm
Photography: Matthew Stanton