Archive for February, 2007

We may never pass this way again… or will we?

Sunday, February 25th, 2007

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photo courtesy Shaun Johnston Flickr

With all the beautiful monsoonal rain we are experiencing in the tropical North of Australia at this time of year, I can’t help but feel very blessed. But empathy soon follows for the rest of this great continent where the prolonged drought continues to wreak havoc for farmers and city dwellers alike. Severe water restrictions now make it impossible to wash the family car or water the garden in many places across the country… but a far greater problem is the drying up over the past 6 years of mighty river systems like the Murray Darling… which has brought agriculture in these areas to almost a complete standstill and made life in farming communities nigh on impossible.

In the media these days there is much speculative talk of global warming and the effects of climate change… and with the prolonged drought across this country… it isn’t too much of a “stretch” for most of us to suppose that climate change is responsible.

But is it really?

drought-2.jpgThe current crisis could just as well be attributed to a simple aberration in the normal El Nino southern oscillation phenomenon that directly controls and cyclically affects weather patterns in the whole Pacific Region and beyond. The patterns of drought have always been cyclical in Australia… and in 1901 drought lasted for 12 long years… with no talk of global warming back then! *smile*

Don’t get me wrong… I’m not saying climate change and global warming aren’t happening… I’m just saying that variations in the earth’s weather patterns do occur from time to time… and it’s unhelpful (and perhaps even more than a tad dishonest) for the media, politicians, environmental groups, and doomsayers to jump on the “climate change” bandwagon for their own ends… in order to sell newspapers, win votes and gain grants.

It bothers me when political spin takes over from rational common sense and people start believing (without question) the stuff that paid researchers and politicians are peddling through the media to a gullible politically correct audience. Once the idea takes off… there is no stopping the phenomenon… as the fault for the earth’s current demise (rightly or wrongly) is laid squarely at our feet.

Reports claim that children interviewed in schools today say that global warming is their single most serious concern in today’s world… coupled with attendant feelings of hopelessness and depression at their inability to do anything substantial about it.

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Environment Minister Malcolm Turnbull flicks the switch - and US Vice President Cheney?… well he just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time!

FUZZY LOGIC: I’m sorry… but it seems crazy to me that incandescent light bulbs will be banned in Australia within 3 years… while heavy industry and commerce (here and across the world) continue to belch billions of tonnes of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere daily while the fuel hungry transport industries of the world dominate the skies overhead and the roads beneath.

It seems like a bright idea on the surface… changing our incandescent lightbulbs will cut emissions by 800,000 tonnes per year… sounds impressive doesn’t it? Well consider this… Australia produces an estimated 603 MILLION tonnes of carbon emissions each year… so that’s really only a saving of around 0.13% annually. A mere drop in the rapidly rising ocean!

Like all politically motivated (and therefore “correct”) decisions… this one is out of our hands. It appears we don’t know what’s good for us so the decision will be made on our behalf. It seems it’s always the little guy… the man/woman in the street… who is always required to pay the price for any kind of change. But it is they who also have the most to lose! Fluorescent lighting is not without health hazards… and their disposal presents a whole new set of environmental concerns… but you don’t have to believe me… you can read more here.

Oh alright then… I guess if it makes us all feel warm and fuzzy inside… doing our bit and all that… you know… I guess it’s o-k-a-y… -sigh-

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Hot air has been around for ages

Ice ages have come and gone over the millennia in response to variations in the earth’s orbit… (and with absolutely no consultation from the human race).

The good news is: Recent scientific findings have established that it is probable that the warming of the globe through human activity is playing a large part in (perhaps) staving off the next ice age! (Phew… at least we won’t freeze to death!)

The bad news is: We still have a problem with global warming and climate change. Just how big that problem will be and how far reaching the consequences are yet to be learned.

No-one (not even the scientists) can make a 100% accurate prediction of what will happen into the future.

Our world has never passed this way before… or has it?

My fervent hope for the future… is that there are scientists and researchers, devoid enough of self interest and party politics… out there somewhere… who will eventually find practical long term solutions we can all support.

While the experts from all camps are sorting it out… we can all help by remaining impartial (but never impassive)… listening with open hearts and open minds to all the relevant facts… sifting out the propaganda… and deciding for ourselves what’s really going on!

In short… we need to think for ourselves and not be afraid to have differing opinions and to draw different conclusions. We have a right to our own ideas! As Confucius say… “only the dead fish swim with the stream”! Political correctness (in my view) serves only to muzzle our right to free speech… and block the democratic process. It is a ruse used by Governments and other self interested groups to silence the populace into submission.

But what would a “flat earther” like me know? *laughing now*

What do you think? Comments always welcome…

Something to think about on Sunday…

Sunday, February 25th, 2007

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Due to camera problems I haven’t been able to photograph the cartoons which accompany the article I had intended to post. So… as I wait (rather impatiently) for Monday morning to tick around… thought I’d post up instead this little poem I wrote on a rainy Sunday (not unlike this one) a few years back.

I hope you enjoy it!

FOR THE DAY

Yesterday’s a memory

tomorrow just a dream

so live your life completely

time is not what it seems…

For you only have this moment

and you only have this day

to recognise your happiness

and let it light your way…

Don’t waste your time in worrying

that your days may be too short

for it’s what you put in - to each day

should occupy your thoughts…

Keep memories close at heart

and dream about tomorrow

but don’t let hopes and past regrets

bring with them too much sorrow…

Regrets for wasted moments

and thoughts “what may have been”

will only bring you sadness

and ruin future dreams…

Today is where you’ve started

to begin your life anew

so live each day completely

your life is “up to you”…

Jean Burman (Copyright 2007)

Living Life to the Hilt…

Monday, February 19th, 2007

After the discussion of “On the Beach” and as a consequence of reading all your wonderful and thought provoking comments… I got to thinking about how precious life really is… and what it really means to be “alive” here and now.

Some of us live life to the hilt from the day we hit the planet… others take time to warm to the idea (usually somewhere around mid-life)… some wake up with the jolt of a life threatening crisis…but some live their whole life through… plodding one foot in front of the other in the daily ritual of “never fully realising their full potential”… and never really learning how to live!

I have always admired those who can hit the ground running with their ability to live life to the full! We know them by their ability to pack more into the 24 hours of each and every given day than anyone else we know. It takes courage and incredible energy to live like this… and I suspect that in many cases it is an innate gift… a state of mind or the disposition a person is born with. But I think we can all learn to do this… and we should… as life is for living… and we really should do more of it!

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artwork & content Copyright Jean Burman 2007
I have always wanted to salsa… but have never found the time to learn. The fact that DH doesn’t like to dance probably has something to do with it… but hey… I’m not pointing fingers! *wink* (In reality… if I had really wanted to salsa I would have done it by now!)

We had a fun night out recently with friends. It was a hospital benefit… and I confess I didn’t know what to expect! The theme was “salsa” and the event was held in the aging Masonic Temple in downtown Cairns. On one of the hottest nights of the year in one of the oldest buildings in town, the night got off to a shaky start with the gathered crowd being offered a choice of overburdened air-conditioners or ricketty ceiling fans as the circuit board couldn’t cope with both!

After Supper the dance floor came alive to the sultry salsa beats (and the slap of the overhead fans)… as salsa devotees of all ages swamped the floor. Notable among them were Raphael and Linda… long time practitioners of the salsa… who sizzled the dancefloor with their unique uninhibited style. Raphael I am told is 78… not sure about Linda… she seems younger… but I’ve noticed when people are doing what they love to do… age seems to be a timeless (and immaterial) thing! It was a great night. Out on the steps at the end of the night… my friend told me she had slipped the pink flyer for the salsa class into her purse… (great minds think alike!)

People sometimes say to me… “You are so lucky you can paint… I can’t even draw a banana”. My answer is always… you can do it… in fact you can do anything if you really want to (badly enough).

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No… not me…

I’m sure we’ve all heard the lament (or even been guilty of saying it ourselves) “I’d love to write a book one day”… “fly a plane upside down”… “bungy jump off the roof”… “study french at the Sorbonne”… “sail solo (or with intelligent company) around the arctic circle” (okay well maybe not the arctic circle)… but you know what I mean.

It seems to me that all that is missing is the motivation and the intent… and the zest for living life to the hilt!

And it doesn’t have to be anything big or grand either. I was talking to my friend Dale the other day. She told me how she took herself on a leisurely car tour of the beautiful Atherton Tablelands (where she lives) visiting places of interest… just so she could charge her mobile phone! Now there’s a gal who really knows how to live!

Live life with attitude! :-)

On the beach…

Thursday, February 15th, 2007

A few nights ago… I hired out on video the Australian two-part mini series remake* of the 1959 movie of Neville Shute’s epic novel “On the Beach” starring Australians Bryan Brown and Rachel Ward… and of course the beautiful Armand Assante… (who incidentally has been described variously as perhaps the sexiest man alive… and who am I to argue? But I digress *wink*)

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watercolour on pavitt panel - Collection Dr.S.& Mrs.L.Leong.

As I hadn’t read the novel… nor seen the 1959 film version… (where on the planet have I been?) I’m not sure what I had expected, but I certainly got more than I had bargained for!

I am telling you this by way of explanation for the long interval between posts here.

This movie stopped me completely in my tracks… the film’s message and far reaching consequences has played on my mind for days and I have (literally) been unable to ‘create’ anything. Okay… it’s just a work of fiction I hear you all say… but is it really so far from possibility?

For those who haven’t seen this movie… you simply must!

For those who have seen the movie… you will already know that the the plot, the action, the acting (especially the acting), the very human (and entirely believable) storyline and final devastating outcome, are all at once, exceptional, profound, gripping, heartbreaking, shocking, demanding, heartwarming and endearing… encompassing and embracing the full gamut of human emotion within it’s 202 minutes of life changing drama.

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Fact… stranger (and scarier) than fiction… Hiroshima 1945
And more recently… in 1986 the catastrophe that was Chernobyl… read Elena’s story here

While some of the facts surrounding the plot (which was originally penned by Neville Shute in 1957) at first seem a little far fetched… (nuclear holocaust on a global scale)… it isn’t long into the movie before the “inspired” cast has sucked us into the vortex of their very pesonal dilemma… convincing us that not only is this “real”… it “really is happening” to them… (and as a consequence of my vivid imagination and sensitive artistic nature)… also to us!

I found myself roaming from character to character, so easily slipping into their shoes, and wondering what I would do and how I would cope. In short… I couldn’t. Nor could they. But plainly… they had no choice. It was a heartwarming testament to the strength and resilience of the human spirit to see how they lived out their final days… with grace and dignity and good humour… while the world as they had known it… crumbled into anarchy and disarray.

I loved the scene where Bryan Brown’s character Prof. Osbourne arrives at the house with a Van Gogh under his arm…stolen… (ahem) “given” to him by a guard at the National Gallery who was souveniring Renoirs for himself at the same time. A max impact scene poignantly and humourously pointing to the fact that material wealth and historical treasures were no longer of any value… all that remained was humanity itself… pared down to the many forms of enduring love that one human being can have for another.

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Vincent Van Gogh, “Irises” Saint-Rémy, France, 1889

I think everyone on this precious planet of ours should see this film. It may be uncomfortable to watch… but this movie deals with issues we should all be more than concerned about… especially in light of events currently ‘in play’ in our modern world. The insanity and inanity of the current crisis in the Middle East… coupled with the uprising of religious zealotry… and rogue states with staggering nuclear capability… should be a matter of grave concern to us all.

FUZZY LOGIC - We should all tread very carefully in our choice of those who will lead us into our future… for those who have led us thus far, have fallen a long way short of protecting us from the very real prospect of this kind of disaster at some time in the not too distant future.

In my view none of us can afford to sit on our hands on this one… cos (I don’t know about you) but I don’t want this to happen on “my beach”!

What do you think? Would love to hear what you have to say…

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Beach baby from way back “On the beach” - Bingil Bay, North Queensland, Australia.

*The Australian two-part mini series “On the Beach” is available for a couple of dollars on amazon.com

Say what you mean… mean what you say…

Saturday, February 10th, 2007

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artwork & content Copyright Jean Burman 2007

The enthusiastic ‘opening’ crowd mills around the gallery, champagne in one hand, canape in the other, pouring over the works hung proudly along the gallery walls.

Most are artists, [hey... who else but other artists attend openings these days... *wink*] with noses pressed up to the canvas in the hope of gleaning information and extracting answers to the eternal question on everyone’s lips “how in the heck did they DO that?”

And so it would seem… the defining differential between artists and viewers (and buyers), is all in the attitude… the stance… and the distance they put between their nose and the artwork! But… I digress

It seems that artists have always been a competitive bunch… but it is rarely admitted to or spoken about. For some inexplicable reason it seems to go hand in glove with the creative terrain in which we artists live and work.

By it’s very nature… making art is a solitary pursuit… the artist working long hours alone to produce the necessary work. The paradox is of course that the artist must draw inspiration from somewhere, and frequent forays into society are (and have traditionally been) a necessary prerequisite to the making of art.

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Study for The Cellist. Modigliani. 1909. Oil on canvas. Private collection.

Take for example… the bitter sweet rivalry between Modigliani and Picasso…the tenuous friendship that, on more than one occasion, festered into the kind of drunken pistol-packing rage that fuelled open fist fights in the cafes of Paris early last century! Wow…what a time to be alive … especially for an artist!

Today… artists seem to have neither the passion nor the need to be so demonstrative. We are by comparison a civilised (even seemingly docile) bunch! But don’t let that fool you… the rivalry is still out there… alive and well!

Back at the gallery opening… huddled together and still with noses to the canvas… the hushed tones of the silent critique continue. But when the critique turns to critisism the battle lines need to be drawn. There is a huge yawning gap between a critique based on sound principles… and critisism based on personal taste.

FUZZY LOGIC:

So why do we say “we like it” when we don’t… and why do we say “we don’t like it” when we do?

We say “we like it” when we don’t, when we consider it a safe bet that we can do better ourselves (ie. the competition doesn’t present a threat) We can afford to be generous.

We say “we don’t like it” when we do, when we consider it a safe bet that we can’t do better ourselves… (and we fear that we may never be able to!)

In art as in life I always try to see the best in people and their work. I have in the past been accused of offering praise where it was considered that none was due. But I’m a firm believer in positive encouragement… and would never never never say “I like it” when I don’t. Conversely I am happy to say “I like it” when someone else gets it right. More power to them I say! (and I’ll just have to work extra hard to catch up with them!)

What do you think? Your comments are very welcome…

(btw the comments section is fascinating… I love to hear what everyone else has to say… please don’t miss it!)

Short and Sharp

Tuesday, February 6th, 2007

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artwork & content Copyright Jean Burman 2007

Generally speaking I am pretty cautious when asked to provide copy for an article, especially when the article relates in any way to the story of my life.

So when asked to expand and elaborate on my artist’s profile to include an overview of my early life I hesitated. Firstly how does one condense this kind of personal information into a bunch of sentences and hope to convey with relative accuracy “the essence” of a life still in the living?

When writing, I always try to carefully craft my words and sentences to mean precisely what I want to convey… (it sometimes works *wink*) and always request to be informed and given the opportunity to edit the work myself if needs be.

So when the article was edited without consultation… the sentences manipulated (many deleted altogether) rendering whatever was left, totally out of context and virtually meaningless… I got pretty hot under the collar!

Not sure what you all think… but condensing nine sentences down to three can make a dramatic difference to the information conveyed in the telling of a life… (especially considering how brief the synopsis was to begin with!) I mean who should make the decision that the place of one’s birth and the occupation of one’s partner should precede in importance a sentence which reads:

“In 1972 we lost John in a motorcycle accident and this one single event would shape our lives irrevocably from there on”

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My brother John and me Christmas 1971 - South Mission Beach, Australia

Cold facts offered randomly and out of context…ie place of birth (without attaching the joke) who you married (minus the irony) give very little insight into events in the life being examined, and in isolation, serve only to trivialise the heartfelt events that helped to shape that life!

Too often emotional content, even that which is delivered with humour, is swept aside for bare facts. But how can a life be determined merely by the dates and places it contains… would it not be more human (more real) to measure and describe a life by the “feelings” generated by the events along the way?

The sense of powerlessness in having the words tampered with was especially overwhelming as the article had already gone to press and there was absolutely nothing that could be done to remedy the breach!

Out of the blue, the poignant words of Rudyard Kipling’s beautiful poem IF, spring to mind… “If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken…twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools”

Fortunately I have been blessed with the disposition to “get over it and get on with it”… and I’ve done that already. The fact that there was no malicious intent has served to ease the pain… and now at least… I can rest easy in the sure knowledge that my early life can, if necessary, be condensed and compacted into three short sentences and used as filler!

Fortunately also… it was not the Sydney Morning Herald… nor the New York Times!

Lucky me! :-)