Balinese temples

Temples in Bali appear predominantly Hindu.  As such they are uniquely different to temples I have seen so far.  Full of stone carving, statues and brickwork. They remind me more of the ancient village in Thailand than any of the temples we saw while there.  Not surprising really given that Thai temples tended to be Buddhist.

The thing that intrigues me with Bali temples is the sheer number of them.  They are literally everywhere.  Look on any map and the most evident mark is a temple site.  Most private dwellings also seem to have them.  Houses generally appear to be situated behind high brickwork fences, with tall stone doorways as entry points.  The more elaborately carved and decorated the entry way, the more wealth of the family living within.  

Once you enter the doorway the "house" is usually made up of a number of "pods" - each used for a distinct purpose.  Kitchen separate to food preparation, separate to sitting area, separate to sleeping.  Each complex has a separate temple area also.  Many businesses have a temple pillar installed out the front, for those that don't, it seems a small banana leaf receptacle, filled with rice and flowers will suffice.  These are often placed directly onto the footpath adjacent to the gutter.The idea then is to cleanse the tribute with water or smoke and pray. Women and men can both be seen doing this.

We visited one traditional home which our driver took us to.  While it was interesting to see the kitchen still functioning, with fire, but no electric light - and the well with its cover out the back.  Being chased out to the car and asked for a "donation" was off putting.  With "grandpa" in his wheelchair eating his lunch it hadn't seemed appropriate to intrude with the camera so I had taken no photos, walking respectfully around the compound and then leaving.  For me, being hunted down for a payment was an uncomfortable way to do business.  I much preferred the situation in Chiang Mai, where when we visited a tribal village area, we paid up front, but then were free to interact and take photographs without being harangued.

26.5.13

Monkey forest

Sitting on the deck this morning, having breakfast, we ended up with unexpected visitors.  With only a rustling of leaves to announce their arrival we  saw a squirrel - followed by a friend or two.  Moving at the speed of light they raced across the tree branches, flinging themselves across gaps and running up and down the trunks.  Not sure whether it was a game of chase or whether it is how they keep out of the reach of predators, but it was lovely to watch.  We will have to keep an eye out for them each morning....capturing them via vp camera will be a challenge.

We decided to spend the day exploring the areas around Ubud, so taking a car and driver for the day, we set out early to explore.  We are based at Sayan, an area famous for its arts, village life and culture.

First stop was the Monkey Forest.  Although we are both aware of the potential dangers of interacting with monkeys we decided to brave it.  Turned out to be a great decision as it was a highlight of my day.  Arriving early, the ticket office wasn't yet open, was the best decision we made.  The monkeys were feasting on breakfast, fairly mellow, and with few tourists yet to get them going were well behaved.  We walked the park within reach of them, but had no issues with monkeys climbing on us, stealing glasses or hats or any of the elements we were warned about.  Having removed my ear rings as a precaution I was a little nervous as to what to expect, however things went well.  The area is quite beautiful with seemingly unspoilt forest, lots of mature trees, paths, a temple and of course the monkeys. 

Long tailed macaques, it was interesting to observe the monkeys interacting.  The juveniles spent much time harassing each other and play "fighting".  A couple of the females had quite young babies, but even they were quite happy coming close to you.  The trick was to keep an eye on all of the monkeys while simultaneously photographing your monkey of choice.  At one stage, distracted by a mother and her baby, another couple of monkeys came close to me from out of sight. Frank though was on standby in case things escalated.

As we left the monkey forest, more people were arriving and things were getting busier, so we timed our visit well.  Paid retrospectively for our ticket and kept going.

27.5.13

PS the collective noun for a group of squirrels is a colony or a dray....my favourite option though - a scurry!

Bali adventure

Incredible though it is to believe we awoke in Brisbane, then bedded down for the night in Bali.  Ubud in the mountains to be precise.  So off on another adventure and I am yet to be disappointed.

Airport etiquette hasn't changed much since we last travelled.  There is always someone queue jumping, using their gold card status.  I must admit I was pleased to watch them then go to their seats in Row 23.  How spoilt am I?

Arrival at the airport in Denpasar was chaotic to say the least.  There is major redevelopment of the site going on and it seems to impact on everything.  The new airport should be finished by October and it seems that it really is needed.  We heard the arrival of over half a dozen flights announced just in the period we were waiting for our bags to come out.  This took the longest time.  Even our allocated guy was on his walky talky trying to see what the delay was.

I can highly recommend the express airport process.  You pay a fee, then you are allocated a staff member from the airport to walk you through the visa process, the bag collection and customs.  Then we were passed on to a Four Seasons guy, who took our luggage and escorted us to the vehicle (quite a hike given the redevelopment process) then yet another guy was our chauffeur.  Seems complicated but it worked.

We are staying about  an hour and a quarter from Denpasar, in the mountain area of Ubud.  Watching the frenetic activity from the safety of the car was an eye opener.  The place is crazy.  There seem to be more vehicles than Thailand, certainly more cars and an equal number of motor scooters.  It wasn't long before we saw the usual tally of multiple people, children (including babies and toddlers), overloaded cargo - from bamboo cages, to bundles of stuff, armfuls of pipes, vegetation etc.  the sight of the afternoon however was the girl riding pillion who had a bright orange swim tube around her stomach as she clutched on to her friend and zipped past us in the traffic.  If you get bored with watching the world pass by, the car has its own wifi hot spot!

Roadside stalls sell everything from car tyres, to food.  Bali is known for its artisans and so far it is a toss up between stone carving and wood carving for the ultimate position.  They are everywhere.  Apparently the teak now comes from another island and a lot of the timber pieces we saw were a much lighter timber than teak - both in weight and colour.  Everyone proclaims items are "made to order" but I have my doubts.  Why Balinese artisans would carve giraffes is beyond me, especially given the 1000's we have seen.  Can't help but think they come in from China, then are finished off on site.

Arrival at our destination went smoothly.  After we passed through the security check point and had a bomb check of the under carriage of our vehicle carried out.  Another first, it seems this is standard practice on entering the resort.

We went through check in, did the intro to our suite, then decided to eat dinner.  Bali time is two hours behind Australia.  So, for us, arrival was 6.30 or dinner time, where for locals it was late afternoon.  Dinner was not served until 7.00 pm so we compromised with a drink and snack at the bar first.

Dinner Saturday night is a  traditional Ubud feast.  Made up of numerous courses the food was great.  The meal started with a selection of salads, then duck soup, followed by a range of choices from the  wok station fried rice, beef, chicken etc, then the grill station with chicken, prawns, fish followed by suckling pig roasted on the spit and a range of deserts.

Dog count for the afternoon was a respectable 32.  Not bad given we had limited time on the ground.  The dogs here are all very similar to those in Thailand.  A specific colour and look to them, they are a typically generic dog.  

As our friends in Thailand would say "same same but different".  It's hard not to compare Bali with Thailand, but for me so far  I think Thailand is winning.

25 May 2013

Wrecking Ball Tour 2013

I had the pleasure of spending an evening recently in the company of Bruce Springsteen. It's not what you think - we attended the last night of the Brisbane tour of Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. The concert was nothing short of incredible. This man is the ultimate performer and he sings from the heart. Being part of the audience was a privilege. Bruce came on stage at 7.45, no support band, and played for just over three hours...no break, non stop. The concert was amazing....totally. From the acoustic rendition of his first song, off his first album to Atlantic City and Born to Run I enjoyed it all. The performance was amazing, however it was the human side that Bruce showed that really hit home to me. This man knows that he is where he is today because of the support of his fans and he personalised this concert for so many of them.....no mean feat in a crowd of 11000. He performed to the group with seats behind the stage recognising that they were equal in the "fan stakes" even if they did have the cheap seats. He included them,making them feel very much a part of the whole proceedings. It was good to see. With no set schedule of songs, Bruce took inspiration from the crowd, at times selecting a poster or banner from those in the mosh pit and using it as a prompt for the next song. Another time, he asked someone what there favourite song was and why, and then played it. He did the "Dancing in the Dark" thing that first brought Courtney Cox to our attention, selecting a girl from the crowd with a poster saying she wanted to "dance with Bruce to mend a broken heart". From her smile I would say it worked. Another girl wanted to dance with Jake - nephew of the legendary Clarence Clemons. She too got her chance, until Bruce signalled enough. As for the 11 year old boy attending with his dad - he originally had a chat with Bruce, then later was invited on stage to sing with the Boss....which he did. The highlight though was the "slide" he earnt as a reward. Knees ready, Bruce and this boy took a run up and slid across the stage as only Bruce can! That has to be the memory of a life time for this young man. The ultimate for me though was the trust Bruce placed in the hands of the audience. Twice he left the stage to walk the floors of the Entertainment Centre to mix it with the audience. Saying hi, giving high fives, letting people see and feel him, hanging out with the crowd.....and then launching himself into the audience to crowd surf his way back to the stage.....the whole time singing his heart out. Incredible.

15.3.2013- however somehow in all of the excitement I forgot to blog about it!

Some thoughts on illumination

It is rare for me to wake in the middle of the night and be unable to return to sleep. Especially with a "princess and the pea bed" beckoning. My mind however was working overtime, full of ideas for a potential creative piece for the Mosaic Association of Australia and New Zealand (MAANZ) competition being run in conjunction with the symposium being held in Melbourne in August 2013. So far it is looking like I am toying with the idea of illumination depicted as an altered book. There is a whole argument to be had on whether it will in fact be an altered book or an artists' book? Perhaps the former? At this stage however, with nothing started, it is a moot point. The ideas process has been interesting and so far seems to have a potentially personal connection, with references to the art and history of the book, and with connections to my personal professional history as a librarian. That's the theory at this stage anyway. The challenge as always will be the creation of this piece. With a pre selection process to go through prior to submission of pieces, there is the chance that the panel will not even select the piece for exhibtion. At least then I will not have the worry of how to get this piece to Melbourne. Although the symposium is not until AUgust, the preselection deadline is early June, and with a week leave from the last week of May I will be pushing it to get anything to the point that it is able to be photographed as a complete piece. So, thoughts so far - include the following: Illuminarium - being a mixture of "illumination" and "Machinarium" my favourite gaming app on the iPad, which was so hard I had to get my then 12 year old nephew to show me how to play it. Illumination as represented in the Harry Potter series. I wonder whether I can actually use this without being sued by the almighty empire of J.K. Rowling? I need to do a bit more research however at this stage seem to recall something along the lines of there being a sequence of words and actions that Harry uses to uses to activate his wand into becoming a source of light. "Lumos"- creates narrow beam of light that shines from the wands tip (like a torch) and is first seen in Chamber of Secrets, and then in further titles throughout the series. The counter spell "Nox" extinguishes the light. Thanks go to my esteemed colleague Kellie for the gentle nudge in the right direction here. Other print related references I seem to recall include a candle silhouette, using words within the shape of the silhouette, not unlike the logo for Amnesty Iternational, perhaps without the barbed wire. Lets face it, another law suit pending and a little too dark perhaps. Humament book - words connected with circles/boxes to pick them out and highlight them on a page. The Luke Roberts Breugel book always fascinated me - with its paint over the pages so you couldnt actually read it. It too has an element of the dark and brooding, but then that it not unlike Luke and perhaps relates back to dark times in the history of the printed book. Which then leads me to think of the tradition of locking books up as they used to in monasteries. Lets face it the amount of time and effort that went into early illuminated manuscripts probably warranted it. So, sealing wax, rope, lock and key a la modern day girls diaries to collate their secrets in. There must be some notable quotes on illumination and light from the likes of eminate people like Martin Luther King, Churchill, Gertrude Stein, Helen Keller or an artist or two.....mmmm, something else to look into. What references might there be in classic literature. Must have been dark when Alice fell down the rabbit hole. How did she see? How about the Bible? In the beginning....then God created light? Research required, or perhaps I should just brave it and ask Mum. So, the contexct behind the content is coming togehter. Now to struggle with the construction process. How do you make a book solid enough to support mosaic embellishment? Consider stiffener to make "pages" solid? Utilise smalti around the edge of the front cover to form a protective recess for the remainder of the book to "sink" into? How will this stand up to wear and handling? How do I successfully integrate the look and feel of mosaic? It is after all a mosaic competition. Can I integrate the effect of peeling away the layers to reveal (illuminate) the image beneath? It's times like this that it helps to have like minded friends - those who love books, art and are creative souls. All going well, and with a dose of faith, things will come together. Time will tell.

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

We arrived home early evening after catching up with friends, to find that all was not well in our little patch of heaven. Something was wrong and it took us a while to work out exactly what was going on. What gave away that all was not right you ask? It was the angst ridden bellowing coming from one of the cows....high on the hill the sound was heart rending as it rolled down the hill and into my ears. With five babies safely delivered, but two cows still due to deliver my initial thought was a cow in labour. Imagine the images running through my head as I tried to second guess what might be needed to rectify that situation. Luckily for us it wasn't nearly that drastic, but things still needed addressing. So as dusk fell we headed off in the vehicle to find which cow was in trouble and why. I didn't realise this until seeing them do it earlier in the week, but just like some wild animals, like meerkats, deer etc, cows often leave all of the calves in the care of one cow and wander off to feed for the day. The nursery are safe in the care of their nanny and the cows are free to forage as far afield as they like knowing their babies are safe. I have observed this behaviour all week, with the newest mother relegated to nanny duties each day. This evening however the cows hit a snag. By taking a short cut up the hill to the high paddock, where they tend to gather for the night as the weather gets cooler, the cows came up to where the calves were. Only to find that a long stretch of fence separated them. So, imagine if you will, hungry calves, fractious cows, a steep hill and a fence. Not a good scenario. By the time we arrived on the scene, not one, but two of the cows were showing signs of major distress. Translate this as major mooing (angst ridden to the max), the cow version of hyperventilating, and due to the steep terrain the risk of falling off the rocky ledge which was what was stopping the cows walking along the fence line to meet up with calves further along the ridge. With everyone so upset, calves agitated, cows trying to push through the fence as they tried to get their footing on a rocky outcrop we needed to come up with a solution, so on to Plan B. Back we went to the farm house, got the keys to the shed, grabbed another nifty farm gadget (there are so many tools and gadgets designed for specific jobs on the farm I am continually amazed) and headed back to the top of the hill. By this time it was dark, so by torchlight we cut the wires on the fence and I watched in amazement as the whole panel of fence folded back and collapsed on itself. Apparently it is designed to do this. The reality though is that it opened up an access point in the fence about 20 metres long. Well beyond what was required. Never mind. Interesting thing about cow mentality - seems that rather than the cows taking a step up and joining the calves in the top paddock which is where they have been overnighting all week, the cows waited for the calves to slide down to them before hurrying them down to the bottom paddock. Seems they couldn't get away from that evil hill quick enough. As for the nursery nanny. She took her calf off to safety as soon as we arrived on the scene! Our task for the morning before flying back to Brisbane? Fence repairs! 5.4.2013

Farming is not for the feint hearted.

Today I learnt more about what real farming is all about. While all week I have been helping around the farm, assisting with whatever job needs doing, from checking livestock to fencing, it has all been fun. Today I saw the results of two years of fleece collection and the marketing process. It has finally hit home. To be a farmer you have to have a job. I mean something other than farming to pay the bills. Farming is something you do for love, not money. Unless you have land of such a size that you can realistically farm quantity and retain quality at the same time....ethical farming needs space to flourish. We started our day early with the task for the day being to bale the fleeces from New Years Eve, then take them to the wool buyer. Two hours later, after collecting and baling the fleeces, then helping to recapture an escaped ram we were on the road with 5 bales of fleece in the trailer. This is two years of product from our flock. The wool buyer pays between 10c per kilo for daggy wool to $7-9 per kilo for top quality Merino fleece. Black Faced Suffolk's are considered eating sheep with their fleeces a by product. With wool quality less than Merino or Merino crosses, around the $4 mark is what is paid for a kilo of fleece from the Black Faced Suffolk's. Slightly more for lamb fleece as would be expected. Bales range in weight from around 90kg to 180 kg depending on the quality control of sorting and dag removal etc. The local rural newspaper only reinforces my thoughts, with the Tasmanian Country advising that DAFF has increased its shed registration fees from $500 last year to $8500 this year. From what I can work out the Government has increased the fee for those producers wanting to export their product, in this instance cherries, so that they comply as a registered exporter. That is a huge increase in fees. Perhaps DAFF should rename themselves DAFFY! We arrived home mid afternoon with a trailer load of mulch to add to the garden. I had started weeding during our Christmas visit, only to return and find that weeds were again taking over. So, mulch is the best option to try and control the regrowth in our absence. Luckily for us Harold called in to say hi, so while he shovelled mulch from the trailer to the wheelbarrows, Frank delivered them to me and I raked them across the garden beds. So much quicker with three on the job - so thanks Harold! The cold beer at the end of it went down a treat too. I am still admiring how good the garden is looking after our efforts. 6.4.2013