tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1648409492139976392024-03-13T21:22:58.061+10:00ReflectionsArt and PhotographyRachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-65121854240834747302010-09-07T17:03:00.003+10:002010-09-07T17:20:04.766+10:00Light Show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TIXnYg_tU2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/DrktbsoJ4Xg/s1600/Light_Rachel_Marsden.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TIXnYg_tU2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/DrktbsoJ4Xg/s400/Light_Rachel_Marsden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514067727145063266" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My bedroom is really small and painted an ugly mustard yellow that was meant to be trendy and ‘Mediterranean’ in the 90’s but in reality makes the room feel like a cave. However, the yellow has one benefit: every afternoon as the sun sets a light display slides its way up the wall opposite my bed. Once it hits the mirrors there it then bounces back onto the opposite wall and the show continues.</span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TIXnYKWEZRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/SSYvPwdNLds/s1600/Light4_Rachel_Marsden.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TIXnX0zAwiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/eTMnWlQhP5s/s1600/Light2_Rachel_Marsden.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TIXnX0zAwiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/eTMnWlQhP5s/s400/Light2_Rachel_Marsden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514067715280650786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TIXnXkGTS3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/OT_Dnqr5z0g/s1600/Light3_Rachel_Marsden.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TIXnXkGTS3I/AAAAAAAAAaw/OT_Dnqr5z0g/s400/Light3_Rachel_Marsden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514067710798154610" /></a><br /><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;color:transparent;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.8138958737254143" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; white-space: normal; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TIXnYKWEZRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/SSYvPwdNLds/s400/Light4_Rachel_Marsden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514067721064834322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-88918320685796580462010-09-02T23:55:00.000+10:002010-09-03T00:27:56.712+10:00A room of my own<div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; "><span id="internal-source-marker_0.5538978800177574" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m in Brisbane. Yesterday I moved back into my room after being ‘roomless’ but not homeless for three weeks. I love having my own space. It didn’t take long to set my room up and make it ‘mine’ again. I quickly filled it with my favourite books, art supplies, photographic prints for the walls and a few memory holding objects that had been stored in the garage. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For a while I rebelled against keeping any kind of non-useful object (a difficult head space to be in considering as an artist I make objects that could be considered non-useful) but I’m realizing that for me these items are containers for memories, reminders of ideals or carriers of something intangible to be held onto. I only have a few on display - a small plastic coated photograph depicting a typical scene in Berlin given to me by my Berlin sister, a key chain with the virgin Mary on it, two small Ganesh statues (one purchased in India, the other purchased in Germany), a handmade box filled with stones and shells and a few other personal items to remind me of what’s important. What each object carries within it is only for me to know.</span></span></span></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-13631688955420957522010-07-30T01:13:00.009+10:002010-07-30T02:04:30.323+10:00Exhibition Afterword<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The exhibition of my </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Devices</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> project last Saturday night went much better than I could have imagined. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The show opened at 6pm with the official screening of the slideshow just after 7pm. The first screening was set to music and afterwards the images looped silently. There were a total of 69 images in the show, 17 of which were displayed on the Ida Nowhere walls. Fellow Australian and talented singer/ songwriter </span></span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/waywardbreedmusic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Waywardbreed</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> performed in the Ida Nowhere basement which added to the fantastic atmosphere of the evening. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was very well attended, much more so than I had anticipated. I enjoyed speaking with many, many people about their ideas, getting feedback and hearing anecdotes about things they had observed. For me, it was really important that I get feedback from people. I not only wanted to present the work, I wanted to hear from people what they thought about the ideas surrounding it. I wanted to know what other people thought about how owning these devices and being constantly 'on' affects us. Afterwards I made notes from what people shared with me and I also had a book where people could write down their ideas and comments. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I enjoyed myself so much that I didn't leave Ida Nowhere until around 11pm and that was only because the hunger pangs forced me too (I was too busy to enjoy the </span></span><a href="http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volxk%C3%BCche"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Vokü</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> though I heard it was indeed tasty). Overall, I was very happy with the evening and the feedback I received and I'm already thinking about ways I can take the ideas behind it further.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here are a few images taken during the preparations and during the evening:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGcgAhsUwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Eg7UXXPNwEY/s1600/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGcgAhsUwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Eg7UXXPNwEY/s400/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499348693707150082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Image by E</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dgar Maximillian Khandzratyan</span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGcfnhiRgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/wqYZhKtJ4h8/s1600/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGcfnhiRgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/wqYZhKtJ4h8/s400/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499348686995604994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Image by E</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dgar Maximillian Khandzratyan</span></span></i></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGcfa_zTPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gwKhkKFonyg/s1600/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGcfa_zTPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gwKhkKFonyg/s400/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499348683632889074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Image by E</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dgar Maximillian Khandzratyan</span></span></i></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGcexFeMiI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Ec_LHNgDXNU/s1600/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGcexFeMiI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Ec_LHNgDXNU/s400/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499348672382382626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Image by E</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dgar Maximillian Khandzratyan</span></span></i></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGcelUKYwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hoLeMwcQ_To/s1600/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGcelUKYwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hoLeMwcQ_To/s400/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499348669222773506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Image by E</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dgar Maximillian Khandzratyan</span></span></i></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></u></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TFGbp5DwiQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4GOIhoOpy3c/s400/Rachel_Marsden_Ida_Nowhere_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499347763989612802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Image by </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><i><a href="http://www.steeboy.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Steven Conway</span></span></a></i></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have more that I want to share about this project but for now this will have to do as this evening I head to Poland (a short 1.5 hour train ride away) to dance my feet off at the </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Przystanek_Woodstock"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Woodstock festival</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. I only have one week left before I head back to Brisbane and I intend to make the most of it.</span></span></span></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-48801259808699697822010-07-23T10:08:00.013+10:002010-07-23T11:07:49.452+10:00Final Preparations<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TEjn8K1n73I/AAAAAAAAAZA/HFkYGw0dfCo/s1600/MetteLr.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TEjn8K1n73I/AAAAAAAAAZA/HFkYGw0dfCo/s400/MetteLr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496898366093127538" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mette with phone, </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">from </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Devices</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <i>2010</i>.</span></div><div><br /></div>It's raining outside, but it makes a nice reprieve from the heat of the last few days. Berlin is hot, hotter than usual, and the Berliner's aren't used to it like Brisbanite's. Most haven't considered the possibility of purchasing a pedestal fan let alone install air-conditioning. It makes things sticky, it makes my mind slower, but I balance that out with copious amounts of hot black tea. I am sensitive to caffiene so it works wonders and I have a silly theory that drinking the hot liquid makes me feel cooler on the outside.<div><br /></div><div>I am in the final stages of preparing my exhibition that opens this Saturday. It is a one night only show, to be honest, I hadn't actually considered having a longer show. I consider the exhibition to be more like an event where I can share my ideas and encourage debate.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.ida-nowhere.com/">Ida Nowhere</a> is an artist run project space. Most Saturday's they have musicians or experimental projects taking place there. They serve a Vokü - a home-cooked meal, usually vegan, available for a small donation - and have a casually run bar with very cheap beverages. The furniture is charming old and worn but very comfortable vintage couches, tables and chairs. The space is free, the artists that run it very relaxed and helpful, and I have full control over how I present my show. This is really exciting. It's the first solo show I've presented outside of a gallery and completely on my own and I'm really enjoying the autonomy and challenge of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am also excited that during the evening Australian musician <a href="http://www.myspace.com/waywardbreedmusic">Waywardbreed</a> will be performing in the basement of Ida Nowhere. So it's going to be quite an evening.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I finalized the slideshow that I will be projecting on the night. It took me a lot longer than I expected and I did a lot of experimenting with slide length, transitions and image order, treating the show as a creative piece in itself. I didn't want it to end up looking like a high school slideshow you find on YouTube. Music choice was also critical and I'm still not 100% sure I've made the right decision. Conceptually I think it would be better to leave the show 'silent' as the project deals in part with how we use music to escape from the world but aesthetically music can enhance the overall feeling I am trying to evoke with the images. </div><div><br /></div><div>Initially I'd planned only to project images but with so much wall space available I ended up printing 17 images to hang. I am glad I did. I was so excited to pick up the prints from the lab yesterday. I had <a href="http://www.steeboy.blogspot.com/">a friend</a> come along with me to help carry them home and it was a fantastic feeling to see the images for the first time as large prints and have someone to share that moment with. I can't wait to see the images on the wall. I am generally highly critical of my prints, inspecting every part to make sure there is the right amount of detail present. In this series I deliberately wanted to destroy some of the detail in the blacks and highlights and while the traditional purist in me scowled a little for not doing things 'the right way' the conceptual artist was jumping up and down in excitement. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm also finishing my artist 'statement', clarifying and refining what I want to communicate about the work. I have pages and pages of notes, image references and quotations and cutting it down to a simple, coherent statement is taking time. It's also difficult as the effect our devices have on our lives is such a debatable topic- there are so many obvious benefits that to be standing up and being the voice that says there may be a darker side to these things is a little bit scary. I am finding that the more I think about the relationship we have with our devices the more it seems to tie into a lot of fundamental themes such as alienation, freedom and, ultimately, the search for meaning.</div><div><br /></div><div>For now, I've still got thirty-nine hours left to prepare, and plenty more tea.</div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-85508895497134348432010-07-21T00:29:00.008+10:002010-07-21T00:44:05.452+10:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Art may be practiced in one way or another, so that it reinforces the ego in its likes and dislikes, or so that it opens that mind to the world outside, and outside inside."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">-John Cage</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Busily preparing for my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=141896992493166">show</a> and about to run out the door to go check the test prints for it and do a personal shoot. Will be updating with more information soon. For now, here is one of my favourite images from the upcoming show:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TEW08gsF3CI/AAAAAAAAAY4/XZSKOsCh2Sg/s1600/34_headphones_MG_1442_2cropped.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TEW08gsF3CI/AAAAAAAAAY4/XZSKOsCh2Sg/s400/34_headphones_MG_1442_2cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495997871935577122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I hope you also enjoyed the quote, I have been researching musician <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Cage">John Cage's</a> ideas as I find them relevant to part of what I'm trying to achieve in this project.</div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-56687958205941168702010-07-19T00:47:00.009+10:002010-08-29T16:50:25.737+10:00You are invited<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TEMVJN1xN2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/fTflhHtAo8A/s1600/Devices_Invitationlr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TEMVJN1xN2I/AAAAAAAAAYo/fTflhHtAo8A/s400/Devices_Invitationlr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495259218400327522" /></a><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Finally! As some of you know, late last year I photographed a new body of work. Previously somewhat elusive about it I am excited to finally announce the exhibition of this work at Ida Nowhere here in Berlin. </span></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background- color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Devices</span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> project aims to encourage debate about the effect our personal devices - phones, cameras, laptops, mp3’s - have on our relationships with other people and our external environment. No one can deny that we live in an age of access and are more closely connected to each other then ever before but this project aims to look at how these devices also cause disconnection and a shallower experience of our external world.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The show will be a combination of printed images and a digital projection.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The exhibition runs for one night only at </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://www.ida-nowhere.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ida Nowhere</span></span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, Donaustrasse 79,</span></span></span><span style="background- font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Berlin from 6pm-10pm. Official opening and screening is at 7pm.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hope to see you there!</span></span></span></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-76783291276931392402010-06-13T23:45:00.005+10:002010-06-14T00:04:59.958+10:00Sunday Pause: A Short Walk<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTjzWgK4zI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IUQ6fqNlsMc/s400/Marsden_Neukolln1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482257117770081074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTlHKP47VI/AAAAAAAAAYg/dmNyjUHGS7I/s1600/Marsden_Neukolln9.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTlHKP47VI/AAAAAAAAAYg/dmNyjUHGS7I/s400/Marsden_Neukolln9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482258557589581138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></span><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTlGtXZdnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-8lYLjfzBfY/s400/Marsden_Neukolln8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482258549836445298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTlHKP47VI/AAAAAAAAAYg/dmNyjUHGS7I/s1600/Marsden_Neukolln9.jpg"></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTkeXSiC7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/a7laOQZ-Kcs/s1600/Marsden_Neukolln7.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTkeXSiC7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/a7laOQZ-Kcs/s400/Marsden_Neukolln7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482257856715688882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px; " /></a></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTkd8IomLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FIQiY1VmxG4/s1600/Marsden_Neukolln6.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTkd8IomLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FIQiY1VmxG4/s400/Marsden_Neukolln6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482257849426417842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px; " /></a></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTj1eElglI/AAAAAAAAAXw/c14s9KVFLao/s1600/Marsden_Neukolln5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTj1eElglI/AAAAAAAAAXw/c14s9KVFLao/s400/Marsden_Neukolln5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482257154161607250" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTj0v_M4CI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6uGsS5Xy5lg/s1600/Marsden_Neukolln4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTj0v_M4CI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6uGsS5Xy5lg/s400/Marsden_Neukolln4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482257141790990370" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTj0Ah60OI/AAAAAAAAAXg/1V43DXeUV7w/s1600/Marsden_Neukolln3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTj0Ah60OI/AAAAAAAAAXg/1V43DXeUV7w/s400/Marsden_Neukolln3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482257129051705570" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTjzooj_pI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-C99iA-kZw8/s1600/Marsden_Neukolln2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTjzooj_pI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-C99iA-kZw8/s400/Marsden_Neukolln2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482257122637119122" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBTjzWgK4zI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IUQ6fqNlsMc/s1600/Marsden_Neukolln1.jpg"></a>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-76218821932587886052010-06-11T08:34:00.003+10:002010-06-11T08:41:43.648+10:00Just a thought<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBFoy3M7_DI/AAAAAAAAAV4/KUCa5O4cjEs/s400/rachel_marsden_opernpalais_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481277444507565106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBFo0AZPUjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0f1aaOxTnRY/s400/rachel_marsden_opernpalais_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481277464154952242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBFo0Y2itaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zchfq-joPio/s400/rachel_marsden_opernpalais_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481277470720308642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBFo1F6QjSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Y39d7T2aNwk/s1600/rachel_marsden_opernpalais_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBFo1F6QjSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Y39d7T2aNwk/s400/rachel_marsden_opernpalais_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481277482815491362" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBFo0Y2itaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zchfq-joPio/s1600/rachel_marsden_opernpalais_3.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBFo0AZPUjI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0f1aaOxTnRY/s1600/rachel_marsden_opernpalais_2.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/TBFoy3M7_DI/AAAAAAAAAV4/KUCa5O4cjEs/s1600/rachel_marsden_opernpalais_1.jpg"></a>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-67523903718642044212010-04-16T20:55:00.004+10:002010-08-29T16:51:26.031+10:00Well Hung<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8hCTe8gz2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/6RqTjUh9CNQ/s1600/Wellhung_exhibition.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8hCTe8gz2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/6RqTjUh9CNQ/s400/Wellhung_exhibition.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460687450678546274" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This week is </span></span><a href="http://youthweek.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">National Youth Week</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and I'm lucky enough to still be considered in that category. Some of my new work will be on display in the </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well Hung </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">exhibition organised by </span></span><a href="http://www.vegasspray.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Vegas Spray</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. The exhibition is in King George Square and runs from 2pm - 7pm. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The complete artist list:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Angus Whelan, Nicola Morton, Felix Melchner, James Lyall, Yuki Nakano, Emma Bertoldi, Ella Peile, Lionel Jackman, Lucinda Wolber, Adelaide Short, Haylee Lee, Daniel Ford, Bettina Walsh, Rachel Marsden (me!), Alicia Williams, Emily Parker,Travis Dewan, Holly Leonardson, Alithea Josaphine, Ellen Stapleton, Tammy Law, Visual Monkeys.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-14515343436347729792010-04-16T14:54:00.006+10:002010-04-16T15:41:47.103+10:00Viewfinder Exhibition tonight<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8fwJmj13jI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Hbd2-jr7wcc/s400/Polaroid_29_Marsdenlr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460597120970382898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8fwK3TZpwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Va3IGcKgPME/s1600/Polaroid_42_Marsdenlr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8fwK3TZpwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Va3IGcKgPME/s400/Polaroid_42_Marsdenlr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460597142644696834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8fwKgXCTZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oFuSwaSf4D8/s1600/Polaroid_36_Marsdenlr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8fwKgXCTZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oFuSwaSf4D8/s400/Polaroid_36_Marsdenlr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460597136485928338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8fwJ1TcuwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/16gxSp--9XE/s1600/Polaroid_40_Marsdenlr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8fwJ1TcuwI/AAAAAAAAAVY/16gxSp--9XE/s400/Polaroid_40_Marsdenlr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460597124928158466" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8fwJIuSgII/AAAAAAAAAVI/mBhKSnc8daI/s1600/Polaroid_27_marsdenlr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S8fwJIuSgII/AAAAAAAAAVI/mBhKSnc8daI/s400/Polaroid_27_marsdenlr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460597112961138818" /></a></div>The Second annual Viewfinder exhibition opens tonight at <a href="http://wehaveninelives.blogspot.com/">Nine Lives Gallery</a> in Fortitude Valley. I love the community feel of this show, the fact that works don't have artists names on them, how everything is smaller than a 6x4, that it is open for all to submit and that all works have to be film based. What results is a gallery filled with hundreds of tiny images all mixed in together almost like a real live Flickr site where viewers can pick and choose what they like. Works are very affordable at just $10 each which, you might realize, barely covers the cost of the prints. However, I just love to be a part of it so I've submitted five of my Polaroid images. <div><br /></div><div>These images were taken in 2008 and are part of a larger series of Polaroid's that explore chance and synchronicity in the everyday. I guess at the time I was questioning what it means to exist and wondered about fate vs. chaos and the possibility that magic (or that feeling of it) could exist. I never showed the series because I never found the answers but when I recently came across it again while going through my archives I was quite surprised by the darkness and sombre mood in a lot of images. They are certainly a reflection of the soul-searching I was doing at the time and while I didn't see it at the time I think the process of creating the images answered a lot of questions I had. I think this is a series that I will be returning to and expanding on. <div><br /></div><div>The works are 5x4inches in size (including the white Polaroid edge) and will only be at the above price at the Nine Lives Gallery. However, I am making another five signed copies of each available for only $20 per print and only until the end of April. <a href="http://rachelmarsden.com.au/contact">Contact me</a> for further information.</div></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-26851357274123134322010-02-12T11:08:00.008+10:002010-08-29T16:55:29.444+10:00140Hours Auction Updates<div style="text-align: left;">I am very excited to announce that through the combined efforts of the artists and the fantastic work of 140Hours CEO Gary Brant, we were able to raise over $3500 to go to <b>International Medical Corps</b> and <b>Doctors Without Borders</b> through the <a href="http://rachel-dennys.blogspot.com/2010/01/140hours-haitian-relief-auction.html" target="_blank">Haitian Relief Auction</a> initiative. My donated image 'Joy' is currently on its way to it's new owner in the USA. Thanks so much for your support!!</div><div><br /></div><div>For the latest auction going live this Valentine's day weekend I have submitted two works:</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S3SuK6ag2_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/g77R_bch1Ek/s1600-h/Marsden_16x16_Lovers.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S3SuK6ag2_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/g77R_bch1Ek/s400/Marsden_16x16_Lovers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437162152645417970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">'Lovers' from <i>The Outsiders</i> series. 16"x16" on stretched canvas (ready to hang). </div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S3SuKc1xhWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vt-Qh1Wnd80/s1600-h/Marsden_18x13DalmatianParadise_.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S3SuKc1xhWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vt-Qh1Wnd80/s400/Marsden_18x13DalmatianParadise_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437162144706692450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dalmatian in Paradise</i> 2009. 18"x13" archival photographic print. Limited edition of 20.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On a personal note, life is pretty grand here in Brisbane, Australia. This weekend I am in Stanthorpe shooting a wedding which should be just amazing. I always enjoy the challenge of weddings as they force me to be creative on the spot and become totally involved in the moment. Lots of new things happening here so stay tuned!</div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-61650343604974194802010-02-10T20:21:00.003+10:002010-02-10T20:23:39.577+10:00Broken Windows<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S3KI1dUhX9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/_fV2oVHIFNk/s1600-h/Broken_Windows_Rachel_Marsden.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S3KI1dUhX9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/_fV2oVHIFNk/s400/Broken_Windows_Rachel_Marsden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436558152174755794" /></a>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-88845212165893934262010-01-30T16:57:00.012+10:002010-08-29T16:56:33.525+10:00A world stopped turning<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S2PZGQg7bRI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_VeA1OkzyXM/s400/Marsden_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432424277074472210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div></span></span></div></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S2PZSUywSNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/KSG74obm8fc/s1600-h/Marsden_6.jpg"></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On the horizon of a world stopped turning the real world meets the dream world. Two sisters awake from a dream (or asleep from reality?) to find the sun frozen one point above setting. Time shifts or does not shift. It's hard to tell in silence. The older girl holds a book in her hand, remembers reading poems aloud in a car, words matching the winding country roads, driving towards nothing in particular. Recollections of the afternoon's tv shows, the smell of cabbage burning and the buzz of cicadas that matched the buzz of her computer screen hot from so many games. But how long ago was that? Her little sister watches in silence as she opens the book.</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perhaps the answers are inside. But she doesn't know the questions.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S2PcMcfzfFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hs4GUhRQXtU/s400/Marsden_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432427681905081426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 185px; " /></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S2Pc-u2F_KI/AAAAAAAAAUo/N0PPJmrAQy4/s400/Marsden_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432428545823866018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S2PZGvKdrfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BHuRnJOWcq0/s1600-h/Marsden_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S2PZGvKdrfI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BHuRnJOWcq0/s400/Marsden_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432424285301747186" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S2PZF4CGIAI/AAAAAAAAATw/yRIXOf-H1OY/s400/Marsden_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432424270502699010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><div></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"The eyes are not here</span></span></div></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There are no eyes here</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In this valley of dying stars</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In this hollow valley</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms"</span></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">~TS Eliot</span></span></div></div></div></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></div></span></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S2PZF4CGIAI/AAAAAAAAATw/yRIXOf-H1OY/s1600-h/Marsden_1.jpg"></a></div></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-10130846166752358362010-01-27T18:00:00.018+10:002010-08-29T17:00:20.949+10:00140Hours Haitian Relief Auction<div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">140Hours,</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> the online art auction, is raising funds to help Haiti through a major auction taking place this Friday. Artists are donating works and 100% of the proceeds are being donated to the International Medical Corps. Here is some information from the website on how International Medical Corps uses the money donated:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 13px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">International Medical Corps' Emergency Response Team is on the ground in Haiti, focusing on providing lifesaving medical care and relief to survivors of this devastating earthquake. We need your help to work as quickly as possible while lives can still be saved.</span></span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 12px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">$200 ships $2,500 worth of life saving medicines and medical supplies to help our Emergency Response Team provide critically needed care.</span></span></i></p><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">$100 buys water filtration systems that would provide clean, safe drinking water to at least 3 families.</span></span></i></p><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">$25 helps fully immunize one child under the age of 5 and protect him or her from illness.</span></span></i></p><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">$10 provides hygiene kits to 2 people to help protect them from sanitation-related illnesses, and provide a basic level of comfort and dignity.</span></span></i></p><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The response draws on 25 years of experience in emergency settings, including last September's earthquake in Sumatra, Indonesia, and the massive 2005 earthquake in Pakistan.</span></span></i></p><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Already the poorest nation in the Western Hemisphere, Haiti struggles with widespread poverty with 70 percent of its population living on less than two dollars a day."</span></span></i></p><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">T</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">his cause speaks for itself and I have donated my image 'Joy' from </span></span><i><a href="http://rachelmarsden.com.au/gallery/album-17/66"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Outsiders</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">series. </span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S1_zK01ad3I/AAAAAAAAATo/eI-9XgM0OTQ/s1600-h/Joy.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S1_zK01ad3I/AAAAAAAAATo/eI-9XgM0OTQ/s400/Joy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431327042939025266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> It is printed on Canvas at 16x16inches and is stretched and ready to hang.</span></span></span></p><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bidding opens Friday 29th January at 9pm US EST (New York time) and goes for 48 hours. More information can be found on the 140 hours home page:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://www.140hours.com/"> www.140hours.com</a></span></span></span></p><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If art isn't your thing (!!!) you can also donate directly by going straight to the International Medical Corps </span></span><a href="http://www.imcworldwide.org/Haiti/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">website</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></span></p><p style="font: normal normal normal 1em/1.25 verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This is a great way to help an extremely important cause.</span></span></span></p></span>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-88314977844801824852010-01-13T16:41:00.010+10:002010-01-13T17:52:56.702+10:00On the Walls<div style="text-align: left;">I love street art and it is one of the reasons I am drawn to Berlin as there is a different street art character, statement or design on every corner. Works by international and local artists such as Alias, Prost, El Bocho, Kripoe & Bimer can be found all over the city, particularly in Kreuzberg*.</div><div><br /></div><div>Photography displayed on the streets, however, is harder to come by. Perhaps this is because it is too easy to identify people from a photograph or perhaps because it is just too 'real'. </div><div>The closest things I've seen (apart from one small row of photographs on a Neukölln side street) are stencils made from photographs. So, on my last day in Berlin I was delighted when I came across this very open air exhibition of photojournalism on the wall of the Rauchhaus in Kreuzberg.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S013hLmLaBI/AAAAAAAAATg/vrxosz2YliE/s1600-h/Rauchhaus_BonPied_Marsden05.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S013hLmLaBI/AAAAAAAAATg/vrxosz2YliE/s400/Rauchhaus_BonPied_Marsden05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426124537983625234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S013gwNKx7I/AAAAAAAAATY/mN0E8ZKmNrQ/s1600-h/Rauchhaus_BonPied_Marsden04.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S013gwNKx7I/AAAAAAAAATY/mN0E8ZKmNrQ/s400/Rauchhaus_BonPied_Marsden04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426124530630969266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S013glKHamI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Rk38q5nDmio/s1600-h/Rauchhaus_BonPied_Marsden03.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S013glKHamI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Rk38q5nDmio/s400/Rauchhaus_BonPied_Marsden03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426124527665375842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S013fy1kj4I/AAAAAAAAATA/6qRJUlxnI9c/s1600-h/Rauchhaus_BonPied_Marsden01.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S013fy1kj4I/AAAAAAAAATA/6qRJUlxnI9c/s400/Rauchhaus_BonPied_Marsden01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426124514157432706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div>The images themselves are depictions of violence, brutality, despair and political passion. Not your usual public art display. There are no descriptions of exactly what the images depict so the viewer is forced to make up their own mind about the images. Painted below one of the images is a <a href="http://bonpiedbonoeil.wordpress.com/2009/06/02/expo-bon-pied-bon-oeil-knot-festival-au-rauchhaus-kreuzberg-berlin-mai-2009/">website</a> address for the artists. There I discovered that the work was by a group of French photojournalists called Bon Pied Bon Oiel (Good Foot Good Eye) and they had exhibited this series of images in several other cities as well. The work was displayed in Berlin as part of 'The Knot Festival' in May 2009 so it is lasting quite well. Despite (or maybe because of) the graphic content of the images there is very little evidence of vandalism.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am very interested in alternative ways of showing work and what I like about this exhibition is that it is uncensored and engages with the real world, rather than only being available to people with time to visit a white-walled gallery. Being on the street it is ready for a conversation- people can manipulate, vandalize, write on, add to or destroy it. It isn't precious.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">* </span><a href="http://www.laid-back.be/blog/?p=2762"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Berlin Street Art Safari</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">by Kriebel (blog post) is an excellent starting point for learning more about the Berlin street art scene.</span></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-12573377266195735352010-01-08T05:21:00.012+10:002010-01-09T02:36:02.542+10:00Reflections on Reflections<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S0ZFGFcxj0I/AAAAAAAAASo/1Q8Kera_6Gc/s1600-h/Rachel_marsden_Reflections_02.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S0Y0yygSrMI/AAAAAAAAASg/wO7K0NiyBR0/s1600-h/Rachel_Marsden_Reflections+I.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S0Y0yygSrMI/AAAAAAAAASg/wO7K0NiyBR0/s400/Rachel_Marsden_Reflections+I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424080848369659074" /></a><br /><div>I am delighted to announce that one of my favourite images is going up for auction in a few hours. My image, simply titled, '<i>Reflections I</i>' was photographed in 2007 and in 2008 was part of the series that won me '2008 Queensland Photographic Artist of the Year'. The series is the first one where I really felt I was starting to get somewhere with my art in terms of exploring ideas and themes. </div><div><br /></div><div>Again, like many of my other works, I was heavily influenced by my dreams. Most of my dreams are set in the twilight hours, often overcast, heavy, brooding. I wanted to create this feeling of dramatic tension, a feeling that the apocalypse is either nigh or has just passed, a sense that time is standing still and the future and the past are captured in one moment. <i>Reflections </i>was an exploration of impermanence, of decay and the transient nature of time.</div><div><br /></div><div>The work was shot in a car yard belonging to a friend's father (their back yard really) and I was intrigued by the histories embedded in each car. The friend told me stories about who the cars had belonged too - there were stories of death and violence as well as youthful exuberance - the kind of stories that can only be told of lives in small country towns. </div><div><br /></div><div>I began shooting the work spontaneously. I remember being completely transfixed by how many reflections and layers were perceivable on the many surfaces- windows, mirrors, glass. I could see what was in front of me, behind me, beyond the car on the other side and various angles of reflections. I used the camera to flatten and capture what I saw. What greatly interested me was the trees that overshadowed the abandoned cars. They seemed to signify that 'this too shall pass' and I was reminded of the battle between nature and the man-made. Here it seemed nature was winning as the cars were rusting over and filled with spiders (I'm sure some also had snakes living in them). As I photographed I remember feeling my brain switch from one state to another- my pulse quickened, my senses were heightened and everything outside me, the camera in my hands and what I was looking at ceased to exist. I was completely in the moment.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S0ZFbQbWBAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TAwpd2uIZ2A/s1600-h/Rachel_marsden_Reflections_04.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S0ZFbQbWBAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TAwpd2uIZ2A/s400/Rachel_marsden_Reflections_04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424099135782781954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S0ZFa6iNCdI/AAAAAAAAASw/6XLNh5NZ5F8/s1600-h/Rachel_marsden_Reflections_03.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S0ZFa6iNCdI/AAAAAAAAASw/6XLNh5NZ5F8/s400/Rachel_marsden_Reflections_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424099129905973714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div>Through critiques of this work I was introduced to the work of <a href="http://www.vam.ac.uk/collections/photography/past_exhns/twilight/henson/index.html">Bill Henson</a> (recently famed for having his work censored in Melbourne 2008). I fell in love with the way he used light, particularly twilight with its sense of impending darkness. His works, to me, also have that sense of a captured dream. <a href="http://rachelmarsden.com.au/gallery/album-14/66">Future works</a> were influenced by what I found in his images.</div><div><br /></div><div>One image in the series is the reflection of a young male in an abandoned television set. I was interested in the confusion that the double shadow caused adding to the dream-like quality of the images. The male is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Campbell">Joseph Campbell's</a> Fool, the mythological archetype present in so many narratives, the hero that represents humanity.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/S0ZFGFcxj0I/AAAAAAAAASo/1Q8Kera_6Gc/s400/Rachel_marsden_Reflections_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424098772058738498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I have been asked whether the works were created in Photoshop - some people assumed that I had layered images of trees onto the cars - but no, the images are as shot with only basic adjustments to colour and contrast in Photoshop as is usual.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Reflections I</i> (top image) goes up for auction at 9pm EST 8th January and ends 9pm January 10th (48hours). The opening bid is $150US - only in the auction will it be available at this price (Normal price $260US). It is numbered 1 of 20 and is printed on Archival Photo Rag paper at a size of 45x30cm (approx 18"x12").</div><div><br /></div><div>To bid click <a href="http://www.140hours.com/photographs/pages/rachelmarsden.htm">here</a> (clear your cache if the wrong image appears)</div><div><br /></div><div>To view the rest of the series click <a href="http://rachelmarsden.com.au/gallery/album-13/66">here</a></div><div><br /></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-71500038366282352222010-01-01T00:28:00.017+10:002010-01-01T02:35:51.499+10:00The Year that was 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SzzSFfjuuLI/AAAAAAAAASY/4AbAPeG4m_A/s1600-h/Christmas_Marsden_Kruger.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: left;">It seems an impossible task to describe how amazing this year has been, even harder as my concentration is constantly broken by exploding fireworks as Neukölln residents get warmed up for tonights celebrations. It is still daylight and the snow is thick on the ground.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I will start at the beginning...</div><div><br /></div><div>Sunrise New Year's Day. I sat on a hill along with hundreds of hippies, free spirits and music lovers at the Woodford Folk Festival. Cheers went up as the sun broke over the horizon and metres from me a male my age, stood up sky-clad and blew on a traditional horn. Laughter followed at the unexpected act. This was the start of my year.</div><div><br /></div><div>A week later I was on a plane to India, somewhat nervous as it was so soon after the Mumbai attacks. My sister and I were there to participate in a program called 'Discover Your Potential' run by the Girl Guides & Girl Scouts Association. There we worked with an orphanage. 36 children aged between 3 and 16 lived in one small room watched over by one very caring lady. We brightened up their room with a wall mural which I helped to design and invited them to the Guide centre where they were able to play games and go swimming- something very unusual for them. We also built a garden at Ishwari, a women's centre in Rural India and there I met <a href="http://rachel-dennys.blogspot.com/2009/03/ishwari.html">Sister Rosaria</a> whom I wrote about earlier. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SzzNg8KnEzI/AAAAAAAAARw/0va6_xnnbb0/s1600-h/orphanage_unknown.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SzzNg8KnEzI/AAAAAAAAARw/0va6_xnnbb0/s400/orphanage_unknown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421434017237373746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">Above: Outside the Orphanage after sanding off the existing paint to make way for the mural</span></i></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SzzNgqJ86xI/AAAAAAAAARo/mgt-pdzgbSk/s1600-h/Creche2_by_Holly_Baker.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SzzNgqJ86xI/AAAAAAAAARo/mgt-pdzgbSk/s400/Creche2_by_Holly_Baker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421434012402772754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">Above: Helping at a Creche. It was here I learnt the shocking differences between education of the rich and poor and especially how poorly educated girls are. School is free in India yet uneducated parents still don't think it important to send their girls to school. The girls will only get the very basic education that the creche provides.</span></i></div></div><div><br /></div><div>For the following months I was very active in Girl Guides and this was very fulfilling and also challenging. Highlights were taking our Unit camping, Leadership training, canoeing training and giving talks along with my sister about our experiences in India at major Guiding events. </div><div><br /></div><div>A long held goal was to have an exhibition at the <a href="http://www.qcp.org.au/">Queensland Centre for Photography</a> and this was achieved with the exhibition of my series <a href="http://rachelmarsden.com.au/gallery/album-15/66">Archimedes Field</a> in July.</div><div><br /></div><div>Two days after the opening it was off to Europe with my partner for a six week journey around almost all the major European cities. The highlight by far was the nine days spent in the Greek Islands. I have never laughed so hard in my life or had so much silly fun. I met many wonderful and intelligent people and it seemed like there was never going to be a tomorrow, that the fun would never end.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SzzOSDyuEVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NZWlK6dC9W4/s400/Paros_Rachel_Marsden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421434861098242386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Above: Paros, Greece</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div>I had planned to settle in Frankfurt Main with my partner but I was restless there and things weren't going well between us. Another thing that bothered me was that in the six weeks we had travelled we had met mostly only Australians. I knew the remedy to this and headed off on my own to Poland and <a href="http://www.couchsurfing.org/home.html">Couchsurfed</a> with locals who were kind, generous and gave me a truly honest experience of Poland (the good and the bad). I even hitchhiked from Lublin to Warsaw with one of these hosts which was something I never thought I would do. </div><div><br /></div><div>After that I headed to Berlin and if you have read my blog you know the rest. Berlin feels like home to me for a million reasons. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had my first white Christmas in a small town in Germany and I could easily describe it as a story book Christmas: Snowmen, snowball fights, piano playing while the dog warmed itself by the fire, games of charades, cookie baking, singing songs around a real Christmas tree. As an Australian who has no memory of seeing real snow (apparently I saw some at 6months old) it is very exciting for me. I am very grateful to my friend and her family for allowing me to share in their Christmas celebrations.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SzzSFfjuuLI/AAAAAAAAASY/4AbAPeG4m_A/s1600-h/Christmas_Marsden_Kruger.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SzzSFfjuuLI/AAAAAAAAASY/4AbAPeG4m_A/s400/Christmas_Marsden_Kruger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421439043259775154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Above: A few Christmas moments, Armenian Cognac, peace and our snow woman</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Some of my favourite moments where I knew I was truly alive:</div><div><ul><li>Rickshaw riding in Pune, India. Enough said.</li><li>Canoeing on a lake on a moonlit night along with many other strong and independant women. The lake was so calm that the stars were reflected in the water.</li><li>Cliff-jumping at the Isle of Paros (Greece). I am petrified of heights but I did it anyway and I did it WRONG despite being told that it was impossible to get it wrong. I smacked into the water on my thigh and it was the worst pain and probably the most hideous injury I have ever done to myself but I got up and did it again the right way.</li></ul><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SzzOtXleXvI/AAAAAAAAASI/OzVC3Zpu9UQ/s400/The_jump_Lanzon_Turnbull.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421435330267864818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Above: My spectacular Cliff Jump and the accompanying bruise just as it was starting to come up. Later it went black.</span></i></div><ul><li>In the Greek Islands, at 4am in the morning running home from Ios party central to the camp and falling backwards down a hill because of the stupidest thing I ever did (but I'm keeping that a secret). I landed safely in some thorny bushes but still laugh when I think of it. Life must have it's comedy!</li><li>At the summit of a mountain in Zakopane, Poland- drinking Wodka with two Polish Policemen.</li><li>In Warsaw, Poland. At 7:30 in the morning I sat on a park bench, a little bit lost but feeling truly free, more free than I have ever felt before. I had just two small backpacks and no plans at all. At that moment I didn't have any agenda for the future, I didn't know where I would sleep that night or even what city I would sleep in. I was completely alone and completely happy. I realized that I never wanted to have as many 'things' as I used to. It is true that what you own owns you. I think that was also the moment I decided to move to Berlin and pursue my creative ambitions.</li><li>Walking around Berlin alone at 3am in the morning, getting lost in the Red Light District, drinking Prosseco with random Germans who tried to give me directions all the while feeling 100% sure of myself that I could find my way home.</li></ul></div><div>The year has not been without it's pain. I find myself single for the first time in eight years after a five and a half year relationship had a slow, pro-longed and painful death. But it is for the best and we still remain friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>In November I challenged myself with a new project exploring alienation and technology. For the first time I photographed people for a conceptual work. I was previously too shy to do so despite the fact that I am also a wedding and portrait photographer. But more about this project in the new year.</div><div><br /></div><div>2009 has been a year of intense personal growth for me and I have become much more independant than I ever have been, much more self-assured, much more honest and much more determined to live my life my own way and not by anyone else's standards.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SzzPoW4cpbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wY_fxjaltUQ/s400/Happy_by_Adam_Aurisch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421436343691290034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Above: Happy, ferry from Ancona to Greece</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, I think 2009 has been the best year of my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's to saying yes to dreams and a wonderful 2010! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy New Year!!</div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-33286791065620333672009-12-21T00:09:00.008+10:002009-12-21T01:10:56.604+10:00Sunday Pause: Our Greatest Fear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sy45gS8vaHI/AAAAAAAAARg/mSneA3ilhzQ/s1600-h/Rachel_Marsden_Sunday20th.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sy45gS8vaHI/AAAAAAAAARg/mSneA3ilhzQ/s400/Rachel_Marsden_Sunday20th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417330628778485874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Image: Grow little plants, grow. The view from where I am currently sitting.</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Our Greatest Fear</span></span></b></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,</span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">but that we are powerful beyond measure.</span></span></div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.</span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?</span></span></div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Actually, who are you not to be?</span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">You are a child of God.</span></span></div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Your playing small does not serve the world.</span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">There is nothing enlightened about shrinking</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">so that other people won't feel insecure around you.</span></span></div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.</span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It is not just in some; it is in everyone.</span></span></div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give</span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">other people permission to do the same.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">As we are liberated from our fear,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">our presence automatically liberates others.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>~Marianne Williamson from her book 'A Return to Love'</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sy45gDwUekI/AAAAAAAAARY/4an-U517nIc/s400/Rachel_Marsden_Lighthouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417330624699857474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Image: The view from the window here is of an apartment building/ creativity centre vibrantly painted with a lighthouse. Taken November, before all the leaves had fallen.</i></span></span></div></span></div></span></span><p></p></span>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-87823587173045894882009-12-18T01:07:00.005+10:002009-12-18T02:15:44.153+10:00Goodbye Kaulsdorf<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SypYhKQMUsI/AAAAAAAAARI/suRWH9pz59A/s1600-h/Marsden_JourneyContinueslr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SypYhKQMUsI/AAAAAAAAARI/suRWH9pz59A/s400/Marsden_JourneyContinueslr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416238828577641154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Journey Continues</i></div><div><br /></div><div>My bags are packed. It seems only yesterday I was unpacking, full of excitement, creativity and determination. The choice to move is sudden but I like that. I am going to be house sitting for a generous friend in another, much more central, part of Berlin.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will miss this place. I have learnt a lot about simplicity here. I had one room which served as kitchen, office, bedroom, living room. The tiny bathroom sink I shared with another girl also served as the place I did my dishes. Due to very limited equipment and no fast food nearby I cooked only simple meals and my health has improved because of it. Cereal for breakfast, salad for lunch, chicken & mixed vegetables for dinner. Fruit, nuts and yoghurt for snacks. Tea, lots of tea. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the mornings I would wake up and stoke the fire in order to have warmth for the day. There is no TV, though I haven't watched much television since I was a child anyway. At night I could hear the squirrels rustling in the ceiling and watch the stars through the skylight above my bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have accumulated very little since I have been here- art supplies, a few books and some winter clothes. Home in Australia I was known for hoarding things. I could easily fill any inch of space with 'things' that I 'might' use again one day. It is wonderfully freeing to have so little.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I went for one final walk to the lakes. I mentioned earlier that I had never seen real snow before. Well, today I was gifted with snow, lots of it, enough to cover the ground and the cars and to tickle my nose when I walked through it. A pretty good goodbye present I think.</div><div><br /></div><div>I may be leaving Kaulsdorf sooner than expected but I definitely got what I came for.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SypYhGp6vYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9YF9-Gs-NHs/s1600-h/Marsden_Snow_walkerlr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SypYhGp6vYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9YF9-Gs-NHs/s400/Marsden_Snow_walkerlr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416238827611798914" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-56367929581878153242009-12-15T06:09:00.003+10:002009-12-15T06:25:41.211+10:00Jetstream<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Syab6WF0ZUI/AAAAAAAAARA/hcYkINpqVzU/s1600-h/Jetstream_Marsdenlr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Syab6WF0ZUI/AAAAAAAAARA/hcYkINpqVzU/s400/Jetstream_Marsdenlr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415187028624303426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Just a quiet moment in Berlin.</div><div><br /></div><div>This image reminds me how wonderful it is to have creative friends. I have been a photographer since I was twenty-one and taking photographs comes second-nature to me. I have my own way of seeing things and it shows in my pictures. On the afternoon this image was taken I was with three other creative types whom I now consider to be very good friends. We spontaneously decided to go for a wander and take photographs together. Seeing the images the others were taking inspired me to rethink how I compose my images, perhaps by incorporating more angles. In this image I feel I have combined my own sense of capturing a gentle moment in time with a more angle driven composition that is not my usual style.</div><div>I am very appreciative of the opportunities I have to learn from my friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>This image also reminds me that one of these talented friends is leaving Berlin in two days to go home. Bon Voyage <a href="http://steeboy.blogspot.com/">Steven</a>! I'm sure we'll meet again soon.</div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-12217887539173954482009-12-14T03:19:00.012+10:002009-12-14T04:12:33.432+10:00Sunday Pause: Promise Yourself<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SyUsexX7sQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TSt4OITL01c/s1600-h/Butterfly_Bruges_Marsdenlr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/SyUsexX7sQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TSt4OITL01c/s400/Butterfly_Bruges_Marsdenlr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414783034144305410" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">Promise Yourself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To make all your friends feel like there is something in them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and expect only the best. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living person you meet a smile. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, and too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble."</div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">~The Optimist Creed </span></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was in Grade 8 or 9 when my Art teacher gave us each an A3 sized printout of <i>The Optimist Creed</i>. It was on plain paper, in black and white with a decorative border. Thirteen years later, I still have it, although it is a little worse for wear. I can almost quote it by heart. In such a simple gesture that teacher has greatly influenced my life. Thinking back on who she was I am greatly inspired by how she lived her life and how she influenced her students. She taught us to be strong, independant, to appreciate beauty and to give 100% in everything we did for our own sake and no one else's. She taught by example.<div><br /><div> <div>On the outskirts of my home town on old sheep-grazing property she created the most beautiful rose garden with hundreds of varieties of roses, meandering paths and creeks. Visiting there one could feel (and still can) the love that went into creating it. By the time I was in grade 11 she had remarried and moved somewhere far away and I never had the chance to thank her. Nor could I realize then the impact such small gestures would have on my life.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Image: Butterfly in Bruges, Belgium, July 2009.</span></div></div></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-39130161259672257352009-12-10T01:33:00.003+10:002009-12-10T01:58:28.567+10:00Berlin Foto Labor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sx_IEnRV5kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UAEvlYuMi60/s1600-h/Marsden_lastleafofautumn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sx_IEnRV5kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UAEvlYuMi60/s400/Marsden_lastleafofautumn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413265258709378626" /></a><br />I must admit I am a bit of a geek and more than a little precious when it comes to having my images printed. So I was very apprehensive about picking up 'Dew' from the lab today. There is quite a financial outlay required to print large prints on the papers I like. If there is anything even the slightest bit wrong- a fleck, a scratch or the wrong colour balance then I have to get it reprinted. This preciousness can leave me out of pocket quite a bit. But I couldn't handle having a work of mine out there that was less than the best I could do. I lose sleep over these kind of things.<br /><br />The lab I chose, however, has more than exceeded my expectations so I am not only relieved but also ecstatic at how well it has worked out. The print looks better than ever! There is an excellent gradation in tones from lights to darks, the blacks are not compressed (which is a problem with some papers) and there is just the right amount of contrast. Okay, so maybe this is more to do with the paper I chose but the labs set up and ICC profiles has obviously helped.<br /><br />The lab staff were very helpful and treated my image with as much care as I would. My German is only basic so far but they could speak English well enough that we got by. I love the set-up. Eizo monitors, clean workspaces, proper viewing stations and white gloves for handling are very reassuring. It is also very convenient that I can upload and order images via their website though you can also drop images in personally. They print at 360DPI and provide ICC profiles for the highest quality image reproduction. <br /> <br />If you are looking for a lab in Berlin I can highly recommend <a href="http://www.fotolabor-berlin.com/">Viertal vor 8</a>. I think it is also a cute coincidence that they have an Australian kangaroo as their logo. <br />I hope to get more images printed there soon!Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-72739053991096420402009-12-09T00:24:00.015+10:002010-08-29T17:02:59.543+10:00Jacaranda Love Goes Under the Hammer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sx5igpI3lnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fJ3osoZdTVU/s1600-h/Rachel_Marsden_Jacaranda+Love_20x20_Photograph.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sx5igpI3lnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fJ3osoZdTVU/s400/Rachel_Marsden_Jacaranda+Love_20x20_Photograph.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412872115084301938" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"...the balloons play out human emotions and human agendas. I allow them to be spontaneous, to fight or be still as their mood dictates. Like humans they get tangled up in each other, they feel lonely, they reflect on lifes mysteries and they dance for joy in the sunlight..."</span> ~<span style="font-style:italic;">extract from artist statement</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Jacaranda Love</span> is the second image going up for auction at <span style="font-style:italic;">140 Hours of Fame</span>. This image is from my 2008 series <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://rachelmarsden.com.au/gallery/album-17/66">The Outsiders</a></span><br /><br />The image to be auctioned is numbered no. 9 of 10 and is 20x20 inches. It is printed on Baryta archival photographic paper which is similar to traditional fibre based papers and has a superb dynamic range. <div><br />When I photographed this image I imagined the two balloons as a couple, in love and becoming ever more intertwined with each other. The Jacaranda blooms in late Spring and for many Australians on the east coast (particularly Brisbane & Grafton) is a joyful reminder of the coming of Christmas.<br /><br />If you would like to know more about this image or series please<a href="http://rachelmarsden.com.au/contact"> contact me</a>.<div><br /></div></div>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-3552388956873731662009-11-26T22:25:00.008+10:002010-08-29T17:06:36.114+10:00A few thoughts on becoming an Artist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sw5z4-jSZdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mkONbHRSTsQ/s1600/BorderPostPress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sw5z4-jSZdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mkONbHRSTsQ/s400/BorderPostPress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408387625219417554" target="_blank" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Click to view larger</span></div><br />Less than 48 hours after my exhibition opened at the QCP I was on a plane headed for Europe, ready for new adventures. It probably seems a strange way to do it but I'd already planned the trip before I was offered the QCP space.<br />The exhibition went well. I was thrilled with how many people came to show their support. I received the above press about the exhibition. The image 'Fog' was also featured in the arts page of the Brisbane News. I'd sold two prints before the exhibition even opened (thank you!). For a first solo exhibition I was very happy with how it went.<br /><br />Now that I am finally (!!) working on a new body of work I have been reflecting on my career as an artist so far. It has not quite been a year since I graduated from university. A graduation that only just happened despite being in the top percentile for every subject I did bar the last one (it's a very long story). Two days before Christmas one teacher warned me 'You have no resilience Rachel. You will never make it as an artist unless you can develop some resilience'. <br /><br />Well it has been almost a year and I feel like I am gathering strength as an artist. I feel like I have struggled with myself all year, at one stage I wanted to throw it all in, I felt like all the creativity had been sucked out of me and I hated the art world and all the incest within it. <br /><br />The last two months have seen an exciting turn around. By working across multiple fields- writing, painting, photographing I have opened up new doors to ideas and new ways of working and existing. I have also, thankfully, moved beyond wanting to be someone else and stopped trying to imitate them although they still influence me and motivate me to work harder. It's taken a year to become independant. The hardest thing for me was to create work outside of University where I don't have a deadline or a teacher to give me a grade and give my work value. I am now my own judge.<br /><br />I've still got a long way to go, I'm still in the starving (and slightly insane) artist category. For that I am keeping one word in my head at all times: Resilience.<br /><br />I've currently got hundreds of images to sort through for my next series. For the first time I've photographed people - a major step outside the comfort zone of a born and bred introvert. I'm exploring ideas that I am not passionate about but rather completely intrigued by, which is far more interesting. I feel like I am poking my fingers into something intangible and it is wonderfully fun and satisfying. I am interested in the artist as a scientist, as a researcher exploring ideas that can't yet be expressed verbally. It's a nice feeling to be consumed by my work again.Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-164840949213997639.post-57292868541628970752009-11-25T04:14:00.015+10:002009-12-03T05:55:54.855+10:00Under the Hammer, Virtually!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sww0oKCSPHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_Jul0fh-QvI/s1600/Image3_Marsden.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y3PcqZQK_1g/Sww0oKCSPHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_Jul0fh-QvI/s400/Image3_Marsden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407755117058473074" /></a><br />Exciting news! My image 'Dew' from the <a href="http://rachelmarsden.com.au/gallery/album-15/66" target="_blank">Archimedes' Field</a> series is going up for auction with <a href="http://www.140hours.com/index.html" target="_blank">140 Hours of Fame</a>. 140 Hours is the first online art auction to use Twitter and is described as "re-inventing the art auction business and making it ready for the 21st century". It is held by the New York based <a href="http://galeriestgeorge.com/" target="_blank">Galerie Saint George</a>. Their first auction held in early November was a great success and I'm excited to be a part of the second. <br /><br />"140 Hours:24" goes live this Friday 27th November from 12noon EST until 12noon Saturday 28th November. So 24 hours only! The starting bid for Dew is $300US, so this is a great opportunity to get your hands on one of the Archimedes' Field images. <br /><br />The image for auction is numbered no. 7 of 10 and is 70cm x70cm (27.55x27.55inches). There are only seven remaining of this image. Last year 'Dew' was a finalist in the <a href="http://rachel-dennys.blogspot.com/2009/03/launch-arrives-at-clayton-utz.html" target="_blank">Clayton Utz Launch Scholarship</a> and was recently exhibited at the <a href="http://www.qcp.org.au/artists/queensland/album-401/59" target="_blank">Queensland Centre for Photography</a>. <br /><br />As part of a larger series examining impermanence and the cyclical nature of life <span style="font-style:italic;">Dew</span> is the image that represents hope for the future.<br /><br />The auction listing for Dew can be found <a href="http://www.140hours.com/photographs/pages/rachelmarsden.htm" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><br />To find out about the bidding process click <a href="http://www.140hours.com/guide%20for%20bidders/gfb.html" target="_blank">here</a> or visit the auction home page <a href="http://www.140hours.com/index.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">UPDATE: 'Dew' no. 7 of 10 sold for $300US to a collector in the US.</span>Rachel Marsdenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11872708316067129497noreply@blogger.com4