In Hobart for a post Christmas getaway.

Today we were planning to hire bikes and ride up the cycleway which uses the space beside the rail line to visit MONA; the Museum of Old and New Art.

We woke to a day of gale force winds which led to the cancellation of a sailing race on the Derwent and delayed the opening of the Taste of Tasmania for the day, until the safety of the marquees could be assured.

So, we drove there instead.

It seemed like every tourist in Tasmania had chosen to visit too, but this didn’t stop the fascination of a plethora of imagery and installations which had me reaching for the notebook to scribble.


Creeping through shaped spaces of light and dark

Where sometimes the message

Speaks clearly and yetScreen Shot 2014-01-02 at 10.38.37 PM,

In others,

There is the knowledge that the language used

May be known to others but

The translation,

(via the O device dangling on its lanyard around my neck,)

Misses the nuance of idiom.

Screen Shot 2014-01-02 at 10.39.32 PMThe wonder is,


worth it.