A few storms tumbled down from the mountains, art was made, the grapes grew, work was performed, bbqs cooked, book work was done, wine drinking, more art, preparations for studios and shows elsewhere, another glass of wine and that was March all done and dusted. A few other things were contemplated during that month but they were all blown away with the local ‘Zonda’ winds. I flew back to Australia in mid April with a long list of things to do. My travelogue book is complete but the travels do not cease. Once again I flew over the Andes then across the Pacific Ocean. I looked out the window to see a glimpse of the Antarctic coast and I wondered if I would ever return to the Ice.
Melbourne was mad and good then quite suddenly I was in New York. A city where you can get anything you want which makes it sound like paradise but it is far from that place and a great deal more noisy but there is certainly plenty to like about this city.
It is probably possible to walk into a Vietnamese Buddhist kosher restaurant run by Ukrainians who breed chihuahuas, speak Spanish and have cousins in New Zealand. The entire city of NYC seems to be a massive experiment in cosmopolitan capitalism. For many decades this city has been a masala of business, stress and non-stop energy fuelled by a whole lot of money. Strong and seductive dreams can be found in the minds of many who live on this small island as they scurry about working and playing. In each square kilometer you will find 27,000 people somehow all living together. Quite amazing really!
Squirrels flittered about in the park where people twittered, texted and tickled one another from afar. I saw many Mexicans making sure the city worked well and high above in the penthouses multi-national 'Suits' worked in a very different manner for a very different wage.
I saw the famous space shuttle vehicle after its retirement party and I ate alot of blueberries with the hope of soaking up all the beer and sake I drank in the east Village. I saw old friends met some new ones and saw my sister perform off Broadway in a play called An early history of fire. Claire did and excellent job on stage!
I was soaked in jetlag, traffic and culture for 5 days as I attempted to make this short trip a holiday and I guess that I did manage to do that somehow.
After these frantic few days of New York New York I was back over the Pacific to Melbourne then after another flight I was in far north Queensland where things were a lot more pacified.