The first visitors to Mt Field National Park were much like us. Maybe they were tougher. And they used words ... differently.
In rituals, "relationships are suspended, and everyday life is turned upside-down. They become a temporary world apart." Professor Adrian Franklin, The Making of MONA.
(For the history of The Handweavers, Spinners and Dyers Guild see here.) That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. from A Shropshire Lad, 1896 by A. E. Houseman It is a glittering autumn day. The streets of Battery Point are bathed... Continue Reading →
The vivid scarlet colouring of these flowers, shining out among the sombre blue green of the gum forests is certainly one of the most beautiful sights that the Tasmanian bush affords. Geoffrey Smith, 1909, A Naturalist in Tasmania, p 55 Geoffrey Smith M. A. was a fellow of New College, Oxford, who came to Tasmania for six... Continue Reading →
Dark MOFO has us looking upwards, into the spaces between the stars and inwards, to our darkest thoughts.