Author: Hugh Wade
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Alien/cyborg dragon and other things
Made it to the Art Space gallery in Urunga e (Except “Isolation”. It’s on its own.)
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2025 catch up
Well here we are again. Back. Spring in the clearing in the forest, feeling like it will be a hot summer. Firstly. Made a video of “Oldies”, venturing into images from AI. Pretty happy with it as a guide. In an ideal world, I would find people and places and re shoot it with actors…
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wooosh there goes your life!
One minute complaining about the cold, next minute whinging about the heat. Summer already down here on the big island in the Pacific. So it’s back to the shed for me and make some more recycled silly stuff. Here’s a road lamp with a difference. 150 LEDs on a string controlled by a switch connected…
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New song about oldies
1989. Turning forty. I’m in my cab, two o’clock in the morning, sitting on Cammeray rank. No work on the radio, nobody about and I’m pretty down. These words popped into my head. Too old to be a boxer, too short to be a cop. Too young to be a wise man, my body’s not…
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New strange constructs on display
And this from a year ago! November 2023 whizzing past as I write this. New exhibition at the Art Space in Urunga with three of my creations. Comic relief more than anything else, brings the punters into the gallery to look at the proper art!
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New constructions for exhibition
November 7th is the opening date for this year’s “Core crew” exhibition at the Art Space Urunga. Mostly recycled stuff from the local second hand place “The Barn”. Some interesting challenges, like drilling holes in glass blocks so I could thread strings of LEDs through. As usual, my work reflects a sense of comic relief…
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Travels in June southern winter
Lucky me, still working at what I love. Occasionally. Nowadays though, when I do, I travel across the ditch. Here’s some random photos of things that caught my eye. And some weird rabbits at a Sydney airport hotel. That’s another story. More to come in August
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Storm coming
There was a time in the clearing in the forest where I live, that the rain refused to come, but the days and nights were humid, sticky and unbearably hot. We looked out for storms.
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Roadrunner blues
This came out of a random silly conversation with my good mate Phil. It makes no sense to me. Well, a little bit.
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Skittering ibises
Sunset smoke at my friends’ place in Sunshine Coast hinterland. Lots of birds settling down for the night, playing in the lake.
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