Saturday, July 11, 2020

Gillie and Marc

Caution: some risqué content 


I needed to attend premises at Mascot (for overseas readers, a suburb of Sydney near the airport) yesterday in connection with a legal matter. I grabbed a cab and, arriving at the destination, the cabbie drove through the entry gates up to the front of the building and stopped facing this: 


WTF I said, with which the cabbie concurred. The figures on the Vespa are life size and, from what I glimpsed of the man-dog (or is that dog-man?) anatomically correct, see photo below, even if not species accurate. 

I then noticed another man-dog in the garden: 


For those interested, the sculptures are at 290-292 Coward Street, Mascot.

Some other pics:

 

Later I did some googling, learned who the artists were and some of the background to their art. 

The artists are Gillie and Marc: 


The following is from Wikipedia at: 

Gillie and Marc Schattner are an Australian collaborative artist couple. Gillie and Marc are known for their animal, human-animal hybrid and abstract sculptures, which have been exhibited as public works of art around the world. They also produced many paintings, street art and people statues.

Personal life: 
Gillie and Marc met in 1990 on a film shoot in Hong Kong, where Gillie was a model and Marc was the creative director. She is Catholic and he is Jewish.[6] They married seven days after they met, in a Hindu ceremony.[6] They have lived in Singapore, and New York, and now live in Sydney.  
Art career:
Marc studied graphic design at Swinburne, Melbourne, while Gillie received no formal art training. Prior to collaborating, Gillie worked as a model, and Marc was an artist from Melbourne working in an advertising agency. The Schattners first exhibited as a pair in Singapore in 1990. Upon returning to Australia in 1999, they had a joint exhibition called Life Can’t Wait, painting portraits of twenty Australians who face death and were on the organ waiting list. The project was sponsored by the Australian Red Cross Blood Service and was used to create awareness and encourage the public to sign up to be organ donors. In 2006 they were Archibald Prize finalists for a portrait of former Olympic swimmer John Konrads representing his battle with bi-polar disorder. They made their first hybrid human-animal heads in 2005; they created the characters Dogman and Rabbitgirl, (who later became Rabbitwoman) in 2011. Their work has been stolen, and the nude figures have generated controversy.

Public Sculptures 

The Paparazzi Dogs 
In 2013 Gillie and Marc created a series of sculptures depicting a dog holding a camera, which were exhibited in Melbourne, Sydney, Singapore, Beijing, Shanghai and New York City.

The Last Three 
In March 2017, Gillie and Marc announced plans to build what they claimed would be the "world's largest rhino sculpture" in Astor Place New York's East Village to raise awareness for rhino conservation. On March 14, 2018 the17-feet tall sculpture was unveiled, representing Sudan, Najin and Fatu - the last three Northern White Rhinos. Coincidentally, 3 days after the installation of The Last Three, Sudan, the last male Northern White Rhino died. Flowers were brought to the sculpture's base.

The art-critic Jerry Saltz called the work "a Kitschy Monstrosity," saying it was "an ugly, bathos-filled folly that proves my adage that 95 percent of all public sculpture is crap" and "little more than a place to take selfies."

Other Works:
Other Rhino sculptures have been installed in city of Dubbo, Australia, La Trobe University, and Sydney's Tamarama Beach where the sculpture won the Allen's People's Choice Award and Kids' Choice Award after it survived a king tide. They have also made sculptures of lions, tigers, and other animals. 

The following is from their website at: 

Referred to by the media as “the world’s most loving artists”, this artistic duo has worked side by side for 27 years, creating art as one and spreading the love they have for each other with the world. The artists first met on a film shoot in Hong Kong and 7-days later they ran away to Nepal to get married on the foothills of Mount Everest. They’ve been inseparable ever since.

The artists are best known for their beloved characters, Rabbitwoman and Dogman, who tell the autobiographical tale of two opposites coming together to become best friends and soul mates. As unlikely animal kingdom companions, the Rabbit and the Dog stand for diversity and acceptance through love. Gillie and Marc believe art is a powerful platform for change. Their art is multi-disciplinary, paying homage to the importance of togetherness, as well as the magnificence of the natural world, and the necessity of preserving it – for we are it, and it is us. 

Gallery: 

“The Last Three”, the seven-ton, 17-foot-high “tallest bronze rhino sculpture in the world.” 

He Tasted Like Anchovy Pizza But She Loved Him Anyway 

She Loved the Way She Looked at Him 

Deerman with coffee 

Happy Birthday Mr President 

Early Morning Coffee


Ricky Ponting

Papparazzi Pack


Pink


Baby You Can Ride With Me 
(look familiar?) 

Dogman and Rabbitgirl: Vespa Riders


















Friday, July 10, 2020

Thought for the Day


Funny Friday


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Hello readers.

Another week has passed and the news keeps getting more and more grim. 

The US elections loom large and it is a unique situation for so many reasons that you already know. 

It started me thinking about elections and politics so that is the theme today. 

Stay safe, people. 

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SOME HUMOUR . . . 

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A frightened man goes to the Russian secret police and says, “My talking parrot disappeared.” 

“Why did you come here? Go to the regular police.” 

“I will. I’m just here to tell you that I disagree with whatever that parrot is going to say.” 

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Apparently a true story . . . 

The following is a funny and true story shared by KC Williams who teaches AP Government at Santa Fe High School. In one of KC's classes, they were discussing the qualifications to be President of the United States. It was pretty simple. 

The candidate must be a natural born citizen of at least 35 years of age. 

However, one girl in the class immediately started in on how unfair was the requirement to be a natural born citizen. In short, her opinion was this requirement prevented many capable individuals from becoming president. 

KC and the class were just taking it in and letting her rant, but everyone's jaw hit the floor when she wrapped up her argument by stating .... 

"What makes a natural born citizen any more qualified to lead this country than one born by C-section?" 

And someday she'll vote! 

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The 2020 election results are in! 

Oh sorry, this is just for us Russians. 

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Genuine bumper stickers in the US:


Explanation:


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By the way, Psalm 109 is the Biblical equivalent of Alanis Morissette's bitter "You Oughta Know" . . . 

Psalm 109

O God, whom I praise, do not remain silent,
for wicked and deceitful men have opened their mouths against me; they have spoken against me with lying tongues.
With words of hatred they surround me; they attack me without cause.
In return for my friendship they accuse me, but I am a man of prayer.
They repay me evil for good, and hatred for my friendship.
Appoint an evil man to oppose him; let an accuser stand at his right hand
May his children be wandering beggars; may they be driven from their ruined homes.
May a creditor seize all he has; may strangers plunder the fruits of his labor.
May no one extend kindness to him or take pity on his fatherless children.
May his descendants be cut off, their names blotted out from the next generation.
May the iniquity of his fathers be remembered before the LORD; may the sin of his mother never be blotted out.
May their sins always remain before the LORD, that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.
For he never thought of doing a kindness, but hounded to death the poor e loved to pronounce a curse-- may it come on him; he found no pleasure in blessing-- may it be [6] far from him.
He wore cursing as his garment; it entered into his body like water, into his bones like oil.
May it be like a cloak wrapped about him, like a belt tied forever around him.
May this be the LORD's payment to my accusers, to those who speak evil of me.
But you, O Sovereign LORD, deal well with me for your name's sake; out of the goodness of your love, deliver me.
For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
I fade away like an evening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
My knees give way from fasting; my body is thin and gaunt.
I am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they shake their heads.
Help me, O LORD my God; save me in accordance with your love.
Let them know that it is your hand, that you, O LORD, have done it.
They may curse, but you will bless; when they attack they will be put to shame, but your servant will rejoice29
My accusers will be clothed with disgrace and wrapped in shame as in a cloak.
With my mouth I will greatly extol the LORD; in the great throng I will praise him.
For he stands at the right hand of the needy one, to save his life from those who condemn him.

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An American flight attendant sees a suspicious looking couple on board and reports it to the captain. 

"Sir, I think we have a case of human trafficking! There is an extremely sexy female passenger on board, who looks quite frightened, almost like she has no idea what is going to happen next. The man she is with is a fat old slob and old enough to be her father. He's very sleazy, very sullen and although he speaks English, it is impossible to make out what he's trying to say." 

The captain sighed and replied, "Look Susan, we've been through this many times before, this is Air Force One..." 

------oOo------ 

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FROM THE VAULT . . . 

A young jockey and his stable lass girlfriend make the decision to get married. 

Everything is planned and the couple intend to honeymoon in Italy for a week. 

The marriage goes without a hitch and the couple set off on their honeymoon. 

While checking in at their hotel, the lady behind the desk asks “We have two rooms available for you, would you like the bridal?” 

“No thanks,” says the jockey, “I'll just hold her ears till she gets the hang of it!” 

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LIMERICK OF THE WEEK . . . 

A foreigner said, 'I have heard 
Your language is really absurd. 
The spelling is weird, 
Much worse than I feared 
For word rhymes with bird, nerd and turd.” 

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GALLERY . . . 





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CORN CORNER: 

If con is the opposite of pro, then is Congress the opposite of progress? 

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I hate when my girlfriend gets mad at me for being lazy. 

It’s not like I did anything. 

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My horoscope said I was going to get my heart broken in 12 years’ time. 

So I bought a puppy to cheer myself up! 

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Magician: I can make anything disappear! 

Tom: (holding up a cup) Really? Make my tea disappear. 

Magician: (waves hand) Done! 

om: (looks in cup) It didn't work. 

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If "womb" is pronounced "woom", "tomb" is pronounced "toom" then shouldn't "bomb" be pronounced 

"BOOM" 

I hope that blew your minds 

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My girlfriend said, "You act too much like a detective. I want to split up." 

"Good idea," I replied, "We can cover more ground that way." 

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I just found out the man who wrote the song The Hokey Pokey passed away. 

When they put him in his coffin, they put the left leg in, they took the left leg out... 

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Thursday, July 9, 2020

Quote for the Day


From the Vault: Wall Built Upon Sorrow



Because of the increasing second wave spread of COVID-19 in Melbourne, NSW has now closed its borders to people coming from Victoria, the 55 entry points being guarded by the police and the military.  Queensland had already done so; Western Australia’s borders are closed with no-one allowed in. Travel into Australia is banned. 






It had me thinking: what would happen if a person’s wife and children are visiting relatives in Melbourne whilst Dad is in Sydney, when the borders get closed . . . 

Something horrific and deadly did happen like that, in 1961, and it lasted for 28 years. No social media in those days, no visits, just separations, sadness, death, a long long nightmare . . . 

The following is a repost of a Bytes item from August 20, 2011. 


View from the West Berlin side of graffiti art on the wall in 1986. The wall's infamous "death strip", on the east side of the wall, here follows the curve of the long closed Luisenstadt Canal. 

There was a brief mention in the newspapers and on the TV news last weekend [in 2011 - Otto]  that that weekend was the 50th anniversary of commencement of construction of the Berlin Wall. 

This reminded me of a song from my youth, when I was just a nipper, but more of that later. 

For the youngsters, when Germany was defeated in 1945, four Allied powers continued occupying Berlin: the UK, France, the US and the Soviet Union. It wasn’t long before difficulties arose between the Soviets and the other three. As a result the zones occupied by the US, the UK and France became merged into one zone with the Soviets occupying the other. This also became a confrontation between democracy and communism, eventually leading to the Cold War and the McCarthy witchhunts. 

In Berlin, the two political systems were paralleled by the economic systems: West Germany developed as a democracy with a capitalist economic system; East Germany was part of the communist Eastern Bloc with the same socialist system. 

Movement from East Germany to West Germany steadily increased in the early 1950’s, causing the Soviets to introduce more and more restrictions on such movement. In 1952 Josef Stalin, leader of the Soviet Union, declared “The demarcation line between East and West Germany should be considered a border—and not just any border, but a dangerous one ... The Germans will guard the line of defence with their lives." 

The borders were guarded and barb wired. Movement was only possible with special passes, rarely given. 

Funnily enough, there were no equivalent restrictions on movement from East Berlin to West Berlin due to the nature of occupancy by the four powers. The result was that people in the German Democratic Republic, as East Germany was named, flocked to Berlin to move to West Berlin. A passport law introduced in the GDR in 1957 increased that movement in Berlin even further. By 1961, approximately 3.5 million East Germans had left for the West, 20% of the GDR population. Moreover, because the people leaving were mostly young and well educated, there was a significant “brain drain” from the East. 

At midnight on 12 August 1961, the border to West Berlin was closed. The streets adjacent to the border were ripped up, barbed wire entanglements were placed and fences were erected. On 17 August construction of the concrete and block wall began. Armed soldiers stood by with orders to shoot anyone who attempted to defect. In addition, fences, minefields and other obstacles were installed along the length of the East German border with West Germany. 

Construction of the wall, August 1961 

A woman on the western side talks with her mother in the east, August 1961 

Imagine a wall suddenly erected where you live, the effects on employment, schools, family, friends. People in the GDR were suddenly cut off from all contact with the West; people working in the West with families in the East could no longer return. 

The East German government justified erection of the wall as an “anti-fascist protective rampart”. Its presence enabled the government to deal with the problems that had previously been caused by the dual currency and a strong black market, with the economy strengthened as a result. 

Nonetheless, many East Germans sought to escape by going over, under and through the wall. Persons who attempted to do so were shot. Numerous detection and security features were built into the wall and its surrounds but approximately 5,000 persons still made it to the West. 136 were killed in the attempts. In 1963 a 19 year old civilian stole an armoured vehicle and drove through the wall. He was seriously injured but survived. Other defectors utilised tunnels, sewers, hot air balloons, ultralights and cars driven at speed through checkpoints. When one successful defector made it to a West German RAF base in a light aircraft, the plane was dismantled and returned to East Germany by road. The RAF airman responsible for dismantling and shipping added slogans painted on the parts: “Come back soon” and “Wish you were here.” 

The area between the western and eastern sectors was divided by a strip of “no man’s land”, what came to be known as “the death strip”. It is visible in the photograph at the top of this article. and in the following photograph: 


Persons injured in the death strip were not assisted by either the East German border guards, known as “grepos”, or by western bodyguards who would more than likely be fired upon if they ventured into the death strip. In 1962, 18 year old Peter Fechter was shot and bled to death, alone and unaided, in the death strip in front of the world’s media. 

The body of Peter Fechter is carried away by East German borderguards. 

In a speech in 1987 at the Brandenburg Gate on the occasion of the 750th birthday of Berlin, Ronald Reagan made his famous call to Mr Gorbachev, the General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, to “tear down this wall”:

We welcome change and openness; for we believe that freedom and security go together, that the advance of human liberty can only strengthen the cause of world peace. There is one sign the Soviets can make that would be unmistakable, that would advance dramatically the cause of freedom and peace. General Secretary Gorbachev, if you seek peace, if you seek prosperity for the Soviet Union and eastern Europe, if you seek liberalisation, come here to this gate. Mr. Gorbachev, open this gate. Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall. . .
As I looked out a moment ago from the Reichstag, that embodiment of German unity, I noticed words crudely spray-painted upon the wall, perhaps by a young Berliner: "This wall will fall. Beliefs become reality." Yes, across Europe, this wall will fall, for it cannot withstand faith; it cannot withstand truth. The wall cannot withstand freedom. 


Click on the following link to watch and hear the speech: 

The wall had been the subject of comment much earlier by a US President, John F Kennedy in his “Ich bin ein Berliner” speech in 1963: 

Freedom has many difficulties and democracy is not perfect. But we have never had to put a wall up to keep our people in -- to prevent them from leaving us. . . .

While the wall is the most obvious and vivid demonstration of the failures of the Communist system - for all the world to see - we take no satisfaction in it; for it is, as your Mayor has said, an offense not only against history but an offense against humanity, separating families, dividing husbands and wives and brothers and sisters, and dividing a people who wish to be joined together. 


Hear and watch Kennedy’s speech at: 

(Tell me that you don’t get shivers down your spine watching that speech). 

With the Soviet Union’s satellites becoming independent in the late 1980’s and the disintegration of the Soviet Union as a communist militaristic bloc, agitation increased for the wall to come down. In 1989 Hungary relaxed its border restrictions with Austria and in one month alone 13,000 East Germans fled to Austria via Hungary. Restrictions were put in place but then Czechoslovakia relaxed its border restrictions. Demonstrations in East Germany grew. Chants that had originally been “We want out!” changed to “We’re staying here” as the emphasis became not escape but the wall coming down. On 9 November 1989 it did come down. 

West Germans curiously peer at East German border guards through a hole in the wall. 

Berlin border guards stand on top of the Berlin Wall in front of the Brandenburg Gate on 11 November 1989 when the wall was beginning to be torn down 

After 28 years, families were reunited but it was too late for many. 


When I read the items last weekend about the wall having gone up 50 years ago, it also brought to mind a song that was a hit in Australia, West of the Wall by Toni Fisher. It only hit #39 in the US but stayed at #1 for 2 weeks in Oz. An unusual subject matter for a 1960’s hit pop song, it provides a twist on the ‘boy loses girl’ theme. 

It can be heard at: 

Toni Fisher 

The lyrics are: 

West of the wall I'll wait for you
West of the wall our dreams can all come true
Though we're apart a little while
My heart will wait until we both can smile
That wall built of our sorrow
We know must have an end
Till then dream of tomorrow
When we meet again

West of the wall where hearts are free
West of the wall your heart can come to me
And in my arms that hold you tight
You will forget the darkness of the night
The world knows about sadness and we are not alone
West of the wall that soon will fall and you'll come home

Wall built upon sorrow
One day you will end
Hearts true to each other
Will not break
They will not bend
In our hour of sadness
How clearly we can see
Tomorrow's gladness
Free, free, free, free........ 

As I said earlier, imagine a wall going up at midnight under armed guard in the middle of the city or town where you live, perhaps whilst your spouse or family are away for the night and not to be reunited for 28 years. Separated from family, friends, jobs, schools… wall built upon sorrow is an apt description.




Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Quote for the Day


The White Magnolia Tree.

Okay, you know I'm a sucker for sentimentality, If you're not into that or fear a poetic sugar hit, do no read further.

So you're still reading, you big softie. You've been cautioned . . .

The White Magnolia Tree is a poem by Helen Deutsch (906 – 1992), who was an American screenwriter, journalist, and songwriter.


Shortly after Helen's graduation from Barnard College, she was asked to write something to recite on a radio show to be aired just two days later in honour of the late actress Jane Cowl. Overnight, Helen wrote "The White Magnolia Tree." She then forgot about the poem. In 1957, she was commissioned by NBC-TV to provide a poem to be recited by Helen Hayes for the 50th anniversary celebration of General Motors. She got out her old poem, and Helen Hayes recited it with such tenderness that within a week thousands of people had requested a copy of the poem. General Motors provided it in booklet form. Helen Hayes herself made a 45 rpm of the poem and sent out hundreds of copies. 

Hear a recitation of the poem at: 


The White Magnolia Tree

The year when I was twenty-one, 
(John that year was twenty-three) 
That was the year, that was the spring, 
We planted the white magnolia tree. 

"This tree," said John, "shall grow with us, 
And every year it will bloom anew. 
This is our life. This is our love." 
And the white magnolia tree grew and grew... 

Oh, youth' a thing of fire and ice, 
And currents that run hot and white, 
And its world is as bright as the sun... 

I was twenty-one... 
And I wore a plume in my hat. 
And we went to the movies and wept over" Stella Dallas", 
And John sang "Moonlight and Roses" 
(a little off-key, but very nicely really), 

And we hurried through our crowded days 
With beautiful plans, boundless ambitions, and golden decisions. 
There is so much the young heart clamours for, 
That it must have, and that it cannot live without, 
And it must be all or nothing, 
For aren't we the masters of creation? 

Oh, valiant and untamed were we, 
When we planted the white magnolia tree! 
And the white magnolia grew and grew, 
Holding our love within its core, 
And every year it bloomed anew, 
And we were twenty-one no more. 

No more untamed, no more so free, 
Nor so young, nor so wild and aflame were we. 
Dearer to us grew other things: 
Easy sleep, books, a day's quiet holiday, 
Good talk beside a fire, the beauty of old faces... 

We have known many things since then: 
The death of a child and the bitter lesson 
That a heart which breaks can mend itself again 
(That it can and must be done), 
And what loyalty can mean, 
And how real a word like courage can become, 
And that solitude can be rich and gratifying 
And quite different from loneliness... 

There is so little the serious heart requires: 
Friends, faith, a window open to the world, 
Pride in work well done, 
And strength to live in a world at war 
And still maintain the heart's own private peace... 

Dear Heaven, I give thanks to thee 
For things I did not know before, 
For the wisdom of maturity, 
For bread, and a roof, and for one thing more... 

Thanks because I still can see 
The bloom on the white magnolia tree! 

Helen Deutsch


Yes, I know that these are white and pink magnolias but it seemed appropriate to post this pic with the poem, it's one of my mother's artworks and hangs in my office reception area.