" Synchromysticism:
The art of realizing meaningful coincidence in the seemingly mundane with mystical or esoteric significance."

- Jake Kotze

July 25, 2016

Free Thought?! Free Trevor!!

A MONA staged protest to "Free Thought" in 2009
I've been reading The Making of MONA, which I think is a fantastic book, by the way, but being a bit of a bird lover who is opposed to seeing winged creatures in cages, I couldn't help but think how hippo-critical and thoughtless it was that there is a caged bird named Trevor who according to this book "lives on the boat" that ferries people to MONA from the Hobart city centre. 
Free Trevor...or at least change his name to "Thought";-)

Where you can stick your "free thought" stickers?

Here is an idea for an art installation. 
Dress one of the crew members of the MONA ROMA up as an angel and put them in a cage to talk to the passengers, as they party on up the river and maybe name that angel "Thought"
Maybe even have a sign on the cage saying
"a penny for your thoughts".
Or maybe even name the angel "Penny" just to make people think a little more about the "penny for your thoughts"thing?

Angel in a cage 2 by Psychotic-Hamster

Angel in a cage
Next time I come to visit MONA I'll be taking the boat instead of driving and I'll have a packet of birdseed for Trevor, with a file in it.

Free Thought!
Get out your hot pink and black pens for a bit of art therapy.
Yeah. Free Trevor!
Just a few of my free thoughts about MONA...which is a great place to visit...unless you are a bird named Trevor, that is. ;-) 
But if birds were meant to be free, I guess God wouldn't have made cages for them, right?-)

July 24, 2016

Lotería/Life is a game of chance?

My Mexican "match" boxes I've had for years
"Lotería is a game of chance, similar to bingo, but using images on a deck of cards instead of plain numbers on ping pong balls. 
Every image has a name and an assigned number, but the number is usually ignored. 
Each player has at least one tabla, a board with a randomly created 4 x 4 grid of pictures with their corresponding name and number. 
Players choose what tabla they want to play with, from a variety of previously created tablas. Each one presents a different selection of images.
Lotería is the Spanish word for lottery. 
The deck is composed of a set of 54 different images, each one in a card. 
To start the game, the caller (cantor, or singer) randomly selects a card from the deck and announces it to the players by its name, sometimes using a riddle or humorous patter instead of reading the card name. 
The players with a matching pictogram on their board mark it off with a chip or other kind of marker (many Mexican people traditionally use small rocks, crown corks or pinto beans as markers)
The first player with four chips in a horizontal, vertical or diagonal row, squared pattern,any other previously specified pattern, or fills the tabla first shouts "¡Lotería!" (Lottery!) or "¡Buenas!" (Good!) and is the winner.""

Anonymous Tablas


A lotería board and traditional ways to win
The sign I saw in Tasmania on the way to Port Arthur
When I was driving from the shot tower that I wrote about in my last post -
Hit Me with Your Best Shot
to Port Arthur, I saw what to me seemed like a familiar sign that I couldn't quite place where I had seen that image before.
Iconic pictograms used in lotería
At first I drove past the sign, then I decided to double back and get a photo of it and since it was lunch time and I had never seen a cray roll being sold before I decided to grab one, even though $14.80 seemed a bit steep for a roll.

It was OK, but I doubt I would ever fork out $14.80 for another one again. 
The rest location I stopped to eat my cray roll
A bird that popped up on a fence at the above rest location
20 El pájaro ("the bird")
Tu me traes a puros brincos, como pájaro en la rama.
You have me hopping here and there, like a bird on a branch.
I had pulled over on a side road, which had a great view of the coast leading down to Port Arthur, to eat my cray roll and look at the photo on my iPod of the cray roll sign and ponder why it seemed so familiar to me. 

30 El camarón ("the shrimp")
Camarón que se duerme, se lo lleva la corriente.
The shrimp that slumbers is taken by the tides.
It wasn't until I got home and noticed the matchbox cover-art with the words "El Camaron" on it that I made the connection as to why that sign seemed so familiar to me.

37 El mundo ("the world")
Este mundo es una bola, y nosotros un bolón.
This world is a ball, and we a great mob. (A pun: bola can mean both "ball, sphere" and "crowd, mob", bolón is a superlative with the latter meaning)
I had no idea what these images on the matchboxes represented and I had originally bought the "El Camaron" matchbox for the art that was on the flip-side of the box - "El Mundo" .
 It wasn't until I did a bit of Googling that I found out these matchbox images were part of a Mexican game called Lotería.
Interestingly, I found an internet site that had various versions of the artworks depicted on these Lotería cards and I couldn't believe that there was an "El Mundo" card with a Tasmanian Devil holding up the world.   
The Tao of Pooh 
"Taoist tenets. Winnie-the-Pooh himself, for example, personifies the principles of wei wu wei, the Taoist concept of "effortless doing," and pu, the concept of being open to but unburdened by experience, and it is also a metaphor for natural human nature. 
In contrast, characters like Owl and Rabbit over-complicate problems, often over-thinking to the point of confusion, and Eeyore pessimistically complains and frets about existence, unable to just be."

The Tao of Pooh?

42(?) La calavera ("the skull")
Al pasar por el panteón, me encontré un calaverón.
As I passed by the cemetery, I found myself a skull.
I can't believe that I've never heard of this game before and why you hardly ever hear of it in Australia.

2 El diablito ("the Devil")

Pórtate bien cuatito, si no te lleva el coloradito.
Behave yourself buddy, or the little red one will take you away.
I think this game is a great analogy about reading the signs life throws out to you and where you have a bunch of images, numbers, names, songs, etc as your personal tablas to keep your eyes open for.
These images remind me of a simple Mexican tarot type system in a way.
My motel room at the Fox and Hounds in Port Arthur

The shrimp that slumbers is taken by the tides?

10 El árbol ("the tree")
El que a buen árbol se arrima, buena sombra le cobija.
He who nears a good tree, is blanketed by good shade.

My room key at the Fox and Hounds Motel

The Place Beyond the Pine?

The Fox and Hounds motel reception, bar and restaurant, Tasmania, Australia
The Fox and Hounds motel wing where room 10 is located

The fox and hounds above the bar at the Fox and Hounds Motel

The nice warmth of the fireplace in the bar/restaurant after a cold day

Consulting my Magic 8-Ball it seemed unlikely Henry VIII would join me for dinner :-)
I wonder if there is a version of Mexican Radio8Ball called something like Radio8Mundo?

237 El 8 mundo ("the 8-ballroom?")
Este mundo es una bola, y nosotros un bolón.
This world is a ball, and we a great mob. (A pun: bola can mean both "ball, sphere" and "crowd, mob", bolón is a superlative with the latter meaning)

More Mexican art from around my home
JIMMY WEBB on Radio8Ball: February 02, 2015 
33 La araña ("the spider")
Atarántamela a palos, no me la dejes llegar.
Beat it silly with a stick, do not let it near me.

July 23, 2016

Yellow: The Colour Of Sync? (accidentally deleted post restored...hopefully)

The symbol of the sun?
 I had only just read Alex Robinson's chapter in The SYNC Book 2 yesterday, titled The Colour Of Sunchronicity, and I have to confess that I thought Alan may have written down the title of the chapter wrong because of Alex's Kiwi accent (only taking the piss.;- ) .
I guess I should explain that Alex writes about her synchronicity of coming across an article about feeding cows mango leaves to make their urine more yellow for a paint pigment, and Alex goes on to tell about how "taking the piss" relates to her sync.
Another blogger who's chapter in the book I loved also was  
Noah Sherrill who writes a blogg under the name E=M.C.ESCHATON.
Noah Sherrill
I get the impression he favours the yellow colour as well, by the way he has the video section on his blog sorted.
Alex Robinson's latest post Don't Look Now is a continuation, in a way of the exploration of the colour yellow. 
Alex takes a look at Van Gogh's painting Sunflowers selling for a record price in 1987, words as symbols, the Harmonic Convergence, The Simpsons, The Wizard of Oz, Daffodils, The Mona Lisa, plus other interesting topics.
I love reading the posts on her blog, they are some of the most thought provoking posts that you could find on the net...not that I agree with all of them, but there certainly is some common ground for me to walk on.
Her latest post has made me see how many years ago in my youth I was sucked into (and still can't break away from) a sun worshiping cult that has established itself in the heart of my hometown, Brisbane. 
In fact, this cult has taken about half of the population of Brisbane into it's jaws and refuses to let go.
 I'm almost (not really...far from it actually;-) ashamed to tell people how I forced my young suns (that's what we call sons in this cult) to drink from the cult communion cup -
And pray facing the sacred home-ground,The Gabba -
The Gabba sacrificial grounds is the ring you can see facing the sun ;-)
Here is a picture inside the sun temple where we are watching St.Kilda get slaughtered in the hope that the all mighty sun will rise the next day...and it worked, I have to tell ya ;-)
My boys right before communion...thank Sungod that there wasn't an eclipse forecast for this day, or one of them might not have returned home that day...maybe both?-)
 I even let my sun do battle on the sacred sun grounds, but only when the angry Sungod was sleeping.
Luckily the priests in our religion are nearly blind and couldn't see him in the dark, so he survived the battle, without being sacrificed.
Micheal Voss (captain, now coach of the sun cult)
And above is the Sun himself, the one we are forced to worship, coming back to the sacred grounds with the Holy Grail itself.
I just don't see a way out of this crazy sun-worshiping cult.
I feel that I'm stuck for life with all their brainwashing methods like making us sing this song every-time the opposition gets killed -
But it could be much worse.
At least my family is not tied up with Satanic cults like these -
They are even trying to appeal to our Sungod,those dirty sinners.
Obviuosly a Masonic cult with that checkerboard flag ;-)
 I know a certain ukulele player who belongs to that last bunch of lunatics, so I should be careful what I say about those f#@King nutcases ;-)
He was right into the Mayan Calendar thing, take a look at this song that he wrote -
I just hope he didn't go sacrificing his family to that great tongue -poking god of theirs ;-) 
 Sorry Alex, but I just couldn't help taking the piss when I saw the symbol of the sun/my football team.
Seriously though,
(and I'm not making a reference to the star system that my other football team worship;-) 
Alex's blog is really worth the visit.
There is some very good reading to be had over there
 and once more for the road -