The art of the moonlight meld and other recent collages

{The art of the moonlight meld.}

Once the warm fug of nostalgia wears off, you are left with a curious aftertaste. It’s not wise to live in the past nor is it something I’ve ever aspired to, no matter how rose-hued the scenes in my postcard collages might initially appear. A recent twenty-year school reunion afforded me the rare chance to press pause on the present and sidestep with all the ease of a sci-fi adventurer into days long past. All things familiar held in check by all things unfamiliar. Same. Different. Different. Same. If you wish to recall what you thought and how you acted some ten, twenty, thirty years ago, a reunion makes such trickery possible. Magical transformation easier than you’d thought. Step through a door and suddenly you are the ‘you’ of years ago, with all your old mannerisms, quirks, and fallbacks waiting in the wings. It is both comforting and confronting. Looking in a mirror at myself twenty years ago, I am not the same. What would the point of tomorrow be if all days from here on out were the same, same, same, until inevitable end? If you knew what was around the corner, would you still keep walking?

Today’s ten Geelong scenes are for a forthcoming exhibition with Louise at Geelong Gallery, but for more on this you shall have to wait.


{The wait was long, but worthwhile.}


{Losing feet, losing way.}


{It had to be said, when it came to yachting, the Dog bat provided sails like no other.}


{Another marble for the collection found by the Marbled salamander.}


{In search of elusive answers.}


{The Philippine flying lemur takes a detour pleasing.}


{Practising the Elephant Shrew Blend in the Johnstone’s Park Fernery, Geelong.}


{Trouble digging.}


{Wet whiskers drying.}

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