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"Wolseley,Auction Details

Though the conversation between Robyn Davidson, Don Watson, John Wolseley and Raimond Gaita has had to be posptoned, John’s lithograph will be  available for sale  at Australian Galleries, 35 Derby St Collingwood, Victoria 3066 (03 04174303), where it is on display.  The price is $2,600. John has kindly offered to donate the proceeds of the sale to the campaign to stop the chicken factory.

John Wolseley

“My work over the last thirty years has been a search to discover how we dwell and move within landscape. I have lived and worked all over the continent from the mountains of Tasmania to the floodplains of Arnhem Land. I see myself as a hybrid mix of artist and scientist; one who tries to relate the minutiae of the natural world – leaf, feather and beetle wing – to the abstract dimensions of the earth’s dynamic systems. Using techniques of watercolour, collage, frottage, nature printing and other methods of direct physical or kinetic contact I am finding ways of collaborating with the actual plants, birds, trees, rocks and earth of a particular place.”

This is what John wrote about the occasion that inspired the lithograph.

Each year in June wading birds like the Bar-tailed Godwit fly 12,000 km from their breeding grounds in Siberia all the way to the North coast of Australia. I was standing on the edge of the sea on the North Kimberley coast when out of a clear sky the Godwits arrived.

There was a distant blur on the horizon – and then vast pulsing flocks of these waders filled the whole sky, and swooped down in waves to rest on the mudflats between the mangroves.

The body of the land, its mud flats and sand banks, had been pushed and pulled by the Great King Tides dragged for eons by the cycles of the moon. And now I could see these great tides of godwit, pulled by another cyclic and powerful force, flow down and merge with the moving waters; rise up again, and with a slow fall the individual particles float down to the ground and became birds.

There was a distant blur on the horizon – and then vast pulsing flocks of these waders filled the whole sky, and swooped down in waves to rest on the mudflats between the mangroves.

The body of the land, its mud flats and sand banks, had been pushed and pulled by the Great King Tides dragged for eons by the cycles of the moon. And now I could see these great tides of godwit, pulled by another cyclic and powerful force, flow down and merge with the moving waters; rise up again, and with a slow fall the individual particles float down to the ground and became birds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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