Monday, September 23, 2013
I thought I was a self-made woman.
In this flash-visit to Melbourne the other day, I go and visit my two most-loved places, and discover that they look exactly like me.
All those obsessive visits were a re-set of my creative DNA. I'm just a walking, japanese-speaking version of these muddy, lovely lively places.
The Leunig meme got me.
Here is the first: Collingwood Children's farm.
Look at my Permaculture work. Then look at this place.
You can see the design principles I took on, and how they got into everything I do.
The quality of the floor determines the quality of what's above.
Really. Try having a good life on a lifeless neglected floor. You don't often see it.
Make families. Adapt to each other. Listen to each other. That creates beauty.
Look how everything waves.
It looks like love.
This must be where I got all those ideas. I had forgotten.
What we need doesn't always feel natural.
Why the aggi pipe? Its a mystery.
Reduce useless diversity: the map is beautiful because color is restricted.
Freehand forgives and includes, avoid ruled lines.
A ray of sunshine, at the dappled gate. Humble materials looking glorious.
To make beauty, make families.
Cow Symphony. It includes the usuals: pailing fence, low sunshine, blossom, and washing on the line.
The bustle and hustle of life in the big city. Kids, goats or pigs?
Whats special here?
The logs for the seats are radially sawn. Nothing wasted of the tree.
Look, they cut it like a pizza, into wedges. Ive never seen this before
Use subtraction, use natural materials. Plan to get more beautiful with time.
You can be low-cost, practical and beautiful, but you have to design it carefully.
I'm not against the use of polystyrene, I just object to giving up too easily, and putting up with visuals you never actually chose
Wedge Wood. Amazing!
Good dog. Quiet too.
An Italian lady peeled the stalk of something she grew at her plot, and gave it to us to munch on.
How you say in English? We don't know, but its peppery.
The 19th Century French convent behind the farm got saved.
Its sister, the Good Shepard Convent beside Chadstone Shopping Center did not, which maybe is what started all this love, the trajectory of my life.
I went to school there, it was a paradise, a disneyland of beauty.
It got pulled down and turned into a parking lot.
Meet Richard, my manager.
He is my decision-making Guru, and the owner of the Harborside Vauculuse household I'm creating.
Who would have thought: there is a process to decisions.
Nobody taught me that before.
Which may be why my life has carried on for all these years with no decisions on my part.
The reason for this 24 hour trip to Melbourne?
To get my furniture out of storage, after all these years.
My new life begins. Again.
Posted by Cecilia Macaulay at 4:52 PM