- Bob Drabble
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
A Klee painting named ‘Angelus Novus’ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing in from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such a violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.
Walter Benjamin -- "On the Concept of History"
Saturday, March 01, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
"42.8C" Was a spontaneous idea I had whilst living in Brunswick during the first and most intense heat wave of Melbourne's 2013-2014 Summer. I thought I'd go for a 30 minute walk around Brunswick, near Sydney road, and photo anything I saw that might feed into my visual essay of the heatwave. It was 42.8 degrees circa 6pm on 14-1-14. The order the photos appear is the order that I came across them whilst walking,(Except the two photo/images that I added from the newspapers of course). 42.8C is 109.04F for my American peoples.