Adelaide River to Daly Waters: through the windscreen Through the windscreen, the drive south from Adelaide River toward Daly Waters reveals the continent’s layered past, unfolding mile by mile. The journey is not merely a passage through space; rather, it is a confrontation with history itself, where the frontier’s rupture transforms the land into a living narrative of loss, power, and the slow, stubborn return of what was once taken. Once you cross that violent threshold, where modern roads carve through the repressed ghosts of the interior, you can never see the Australian outback the same way again. The bitumen transforms: no longer a mere ribbon of asphalt, but an audacious thread of technology stretched tenuously over ancient, dreaming ground. Southward, beyond the iron-stained ridges of Pine Creek and the sun-scorched Barkly plains , the story changes. Here, the land speaks of colonial bravado undone, of cultures and nations ground and reformed by force. Telegraph stat...
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Cultural Calvinist & Art Books must embrace 21st Century Technologies
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Art Books must embrace 21st Century Technologies
Q. What happened to post modernism?
A. It became Culture Calvinist.
Q. What has General Motors and Art got in common?
A. They both require ongoing government support, they make things people do not want and they peaked in the 20th Century.
Jamie Campin’s Weekend Australian’s Review article “Keep writhing about art – Art books must survive in this age of visual noise” is a casing point of meaningless relevance and dislocated authority. His points are;
• Society requires the authority of taste-makers.
• Unless the image makes the grade it is just noise.
Image noise brought to you by; twitpic, flickr, photobucket, picasa and tinypic can be overwhelming in quantity and qualities. The technologies are new and are used by many. Perhaps there is something in the sayings ‘if you can’t beat them join them’. Dell recently announced that it surpassed $3 million in sales via links from one of its Twitter accounts.
Getty Images, the world’s largest distributor of still imagery, has teamed up with Flickr to sell pictures from Flickr via gettyimages. The site www.gettyimages.com/flickr is titled Photography with a fresh perspective.
Technologogy & the future of the Book
It seems that the Culture Calvinist taste-makers are still locked in the 20th Century paradigm – that being their glory period when money was to be made via proprietary owned technologies and pushed out by a network of ‘trusted’ bookshops. Today it is freely accessed technology accessed via any internet connection.
Taste-makers need to become innovative if they are to survive the 21st Century. There is no use quoting Oscar Wide ‘Life imitates art far more than art imitates life’ or Picasso ‘Art is a lie that makes us realise truth’.
The 21st century requires its own contextualised statements, not of the ‘Western European Genius’ from past millennia. Our starting point for this millennium is a connected global society. What are our statements – could it be something like ‘Art being AnyTechnology, AnyWhere, AnyTime and AnyPlace’?
Telephone - will never catch on
• Jamie blames Amazon for ‘devaluing books in the minds of consumers’.
• Jamie blames technology; ‘anyone can publish a book via inexpensive technology’. I presume this could be the internet.
• Jamie also states that this technology ‘makes most products more uniform’ where as ‘printing technology can show an art’s strength’.
The internet technology is non-linear, multi-sensory and interactive. This technology would benefit the performing arts, installation and 3D art as well as conceptual art. Jamie is ignorant of 21st Century possibilities and conveys the innovative insights of a document locked in a filing cabinet. Get out of the Black Box! The internet technologies are better suited to the arts than a book. A book’s heriatge is of locked-up and frustrated monasteries. The barbarians have truly taken over. The Churches feared the printing press and the Cultural Calvinists fear the internet. The taste-makers need to embrace the new technologies or become a museum feature just as the Australian newspaper slips from a daily to a weekly to a monthly. Become more innovative like Dell and Getty Images companies. In other words get off the couch, stop whinging and do something new. Stop being a Cultural Calvinist become a Cultural Innovator.
IBM innovation - just do it
The Highway and the Lost Soldier The midday sun around Adelaide River does something violent to the bitumen. At forty-five degrees, the Stuart Highway softens like melting fat; it turns into a black mirror, rippling with an unnatural, liquid glare that pools over every low rise. That is where it waits. He is always trudging south, away from life and deeper into the blistering furnace, his boots making no sound against the tar. The Highway and Lost Soldier Standing From two hundred yards out, he resembles a stranded traveler you’d pull over to save. He wears sun-bleached, disintegrating drill cotton that matches the bone-white dust of the termite country, his head angled down at an impossible, broken angle against the glare. No broad-brim hat. No swag. No water bottle. Just stiff, unnatural limbs jerking with every stride. “Driver... look at his face. We need to stop—why won't he turn around?” He is no lost tourist. Could he be the linesman from the Overland Telegraph days who tore ...
The Terminal Horizon Tourist Bus Discovering the Terminal Horizon The Long Highway Out here, the world ends not in silence, but in fire. The asphalt bleeds into cracked red earth, stretching toward a bruised horizon where the sky refuses to cool. Behind the glass, you drive chasing ghosts through a desert that forgot rain a lifetime ago. Beneath the Scorch Every road leads deeper into the furnace. Even below the surface, the rock fissures and weeps, hot steam rising through subterranean fractures where molten veins pulse in the dark, feeding an ancient, unforgiving heat. Broken Arteries What we built couldn’t hold. Rails twist into the dunes, swallowed by iron sand and wind. Bridges split down the seam, concrete splintered into raw bone, tangled rebar, and dying wires crackling into the smoke. The machines stopped; the wasteland stayed. The Last Horizon And when the road finally runs out, there is only the ash, the petrified stumps, and the quiet. You are a lone figure sitting in...
Incandescent - Ode to the Endless Scrub Beneath the vault of fallen light Where red dirt cools to iron stone The ancient country meets the night Unyielding, patient, and alone Cracked earth yields to twisted root To hardy bark and spinifex Where time leaves neither mark nor foot Nor petty boundaries to perplex Rank upon rank the pale trunks rise A silent host that drinks the dry Repetition stretching past the eyes To where the flat horizon lies Trees behind trees in quiet grace A labyrinth of slender wood Carving the stillness out of space Where centuries have stood Above, the sky ignites its coal A canopy of smoke and ember Holding the continent’s deep soul In dark and fiery surrender No hurried end, no measured shore Just red loam, shadow, branch, and tree The scrub that breathes forevermore Into the quiet of infinity. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogge...
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