Saturday, 16 October 2010
Friday, 15 October 2010
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Monday, 4 October 2010
Sunday, 3 October 2010
Saturday, 17 July 2010
Thursday, 15 July 2010
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
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Friday, 11 June 2010
Thursday, 3 June 2010
Johnny Romeo Step into a STVDIO with Johnny Romeo
Johnny Romeo’s works wrestle with graffitti art, pop culture and history. He invites us into his studio and chats about his inspiration, the pop culture mentality and why he loves his plastic revolver.http://www.stvdio.com.au/article/1317/step-into-a-stvdio-with-johnny-romeo/
Step into a STVDIO with Johnny Romeo: STVDIO
Johnny Romeo's works wrestle with graffitti art, pop culture and history. In this feature, He invites us step into his studio and chats about his inspiration, the pop culture mentality and why he loves his plastic revolver., Showcasing Australia's creative talent and exploring artistic culture from ...
Saturday, 29 May 2010
Saturday, 22 May 2010
Sunday, 16 May 2010
Monday, 3 May 2010
I have been really busy so have neglected putting things up for a bit...here we are! I've been making paper mache heads which are now going to be turned into puppets(idea gratefully blagged from Julie) to do English workshops in the summer. I can take in colours,materials,clasroom language etc....then families,basing th puppets on family members.Then putting the kids into small groups they can make up some simple dialouge...What's your name etc.
sounds simple...we'll see.
Friday, 23 April 2010
Saturday, 17 April 2010
With their backs to the world
"In the begining it helped.It was a comfort.Then everything got worse.My nerves were shot,I grew afraidof everything.I drank even morejust to calm myself down,but then I got nervous again,so I drank even more,and finally I was just a nervous wreck..."
" I came close to losing grip totally,and realised I had to put aside the bottle for good."
By Emma Lazarus, 1883
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"