Lunch with Phoebe

Yesterday, I had my delightful friend Phoebe over for lunch. Phoebe and I have known each other since we were three. I wanted to cook us something delicious using some of the mountain of food Mum left for my brothers and I.

A quick suss out of the fridge and pantry: lots of veggies, eggs, cheeses and baking staples (flours, spices etc.). There was also the ice-cream container full of tomatoes from my uncle’s garden.

A quick flick through some recipe books and google key ingredients, and this is what I decided on: quick, yeast free pizzas with veggie toppings and chocolate ricotta muffins. I mixed up a few of the recipes I found and adapted them to the ingredients we had (OK, I couldn’t be bothered going to the supermarket) and our dietary requirements.

Quick, yeast free pizzas

These quantities make two medium pizzas.

1 ¾ cups SR flour

½ cup finely grated parmesan cheese

¼ teaspoon of dried basil

¼ teaspoon of dried oregano

¼ cup vegetable oil

¼ cup boiling water

  1. Preheat the oven to 200ºC.
  2. Mix the flour, cheese and herbs together.
  3. Add the liquids and stir in.
  4. Knead on a lightly floured surface for 5 minutes, or until dough stays together and is quite stretchy.
  5. Cover with plastic wrap and let it rest for at least 10 minutes.
  6. Use a rolling pin to flatten dough out into desired size (note, this dough raises about 50%)
  7. Place on a greased tray.
  8. Bake for 10 minutes, or until golden brown.
  9. Let the base cool for a few minutes, then flip it over and put on the toppings (these could include tomato paste and/or ricotta, finely sliced veggies, cooked meats, olives or even corn chips (I once had a Nachos pizza from a shop near Chapel Street. It was pretty good. But the most amazing pizzeria is Pizza Religion in Hawthorne).
  10. Bake for another 10 minutes, or until cheese melted and toppings look cooked.

Here is a topping that worked well.

Potato topping

2 tablespoons of ricotta

1 large potato – washed, peeled and thinly sliced (cover with water to stop from going brown)

½ onion – peeled and thinly sliced and caramelised (cooked in a pan on a low heat with a knob of butter)

1 teaspoon finely cut fresh rosemary

1 teaspoon finely cut fresh thyme

½ grated tasty/cheddar cheese

  1. Spread  ricotta over the base.
  2. Spread the onion
  3. Lay thin slices of potato on top. They can overlap.
  4. Sprinkle on the herbs and the grated cheese.
P.S. The pizzas smelled so good and Phoebe and I had so much to catch up on, that I forgot to take a picture of them!

Chocolate Ricotta Muffins

2 tablespoon butter

100g cooking chocolate

½ cup ricotta

1 large egg

½ cup milk

1 teaspoon vanilla essence

1 cup SR flour

½ cup caster sugar

  1. Preheat the oven to 180ºC.
  2. Melt the chocolate and butter.
    I do this by putting at least ½ cup water in a small saucepan. Then I sit a (clean, dry) small metal bowl on top of the saucepan (it’s important that there is no water in the bowl when you are melting chocolate, otherwise it can separate and go lumpy in a weird way). I then put the chocolate and butter in the bowl and heat it slowly. I mix it with a clean, dry wooden spoon to make sure it’s not sticking on the sides or bottom, so it doesn’t burn. Like this:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1076D4xR84
  3. Mix the ricotta, eggs, milk and vanilla together in another bowl. Set aside.
  4. Sieve the flour and mix in the sugar.
  5. Mix the melted chocolate and butter with the ricotta, eggs and vanilla.
  6. Mix these wet ingredients with the dry flour and sugar until combined. Do not mix too much, as it will make the muffins tough.
  7. Spoon mixture into well greased muffin tins.
  8. Bake in the oven for about 20 minutes or until mixture has risen and a skewer stuck into the center of a muffin comes out clean
  9. Cool on wire rack for 5 minutes.

P.S. This recipe made another 6 muffins. All of which are now in our bellies!

Yes Grandma

A few years ago, my great grandma Nadia’s eyes were failing her and days spent shoveling gravel from underneath her house to level out the ‘garden’ (maybe ‘yard’ would be a better word, since ‘garden’ conjures images of blossoming flowers and branches drooping under the weight of ripening fruits) had left her bruised and stiff. “Laura,” she said, “I just want to reach 90. 90 is a proud age.”
“Yes. I guess it is. But we’d like you around for a few more years.”
“I cannot see. I cannot hear. My hands are numb and I cannot go into ze garden. I cannot even fix my hair. I am good for no-zing.”
“Oh Grandma, you’re good for lots of things. You..”
“Yes, I know I keep ze garden good and the house. And I take care of myself. But I cannot read and Cathy must take me to do ze shopping and pay ze bills. Cathy, she is a good girl.”
“Yes Grandma.”

On January 6, she turned 90. We were interstate for much of January, and then it took Mum and I a few days to think about what to buy a 90-year-old who has everything she needs and wants. A silk scarf or a nice brooch? No, she would think they were a waste of money. An alpaca wool blanket? No, she complained that Grandma Halina’s one made her too warm. A digital TV so she could watch The Bold and The Beautiful when the analogue service is switched off in a few months? No, Gary bought her a top box. A book or a nice CD? No, frivolous. Some of her favourite cherry liquor chocolates? No, she’s turning 90. She likes her ‘garden’, maybe we buy her some more plants? No, she likes to pick them. What about a bird bath or feeder? OK.

We drove to her house with the bird bath in the back. When we pulled into her drive, we saw a 2 ft deep bucket on her balcony. A length of PVC pipe was sitting in the bucket, and a feather duster was popping out of its top.
“Oh Laura. What a surprise to finally zee you. It’s lovely, lovely.”
“Yes, it’s good to see you too Grandma. Why is there a feather duster stuck into a pipe that is sitting in a bucket on your balcony?”
“Well I kept asking Gary to help me, but he would not come. I want him to fix up a string or a curtain so the birds stop sitting on the railing and doing zeir businesses on the concrete. So I put up zat pipe, and now ze birds don’t bozer me.”

Mum and I looked at each other and laughed. “What is funny?” Grandma asked, “You know zat I cannot hear very good.”
“We bought you a bird bath for your birthday Grandma.”
“But that was nearly a month ago,” she pointed out.
“Yes, but we thought it would go nicely in your garden. But we can take it back and get you some plants,” Mum said.
“No, no lovies. Yes, take it back to ze shop, but save your money. It is just lovely, lovely to zee you. And maybe anozer day Lisa, you could help me with ze sowing machine? Because you know that eye that was dead for many years, that zey said zey could do no-zing for, I can zee wiz it now. I tell ze GP, and he does not believe me. I ask this chappy for a referral to my eye doctor. You remember her?”
“Yes,” Mum replied.
“But this chappy, the GP, he says, but why you want a referal no-zing wrong. And I say zat I want to make sure zat it stays good. So Cathy, she take me to my specialist. And zis lady, she say it is a miracle. No case like zis ever happen before, because it was dead, blind for four years, you remember.”
“Yes Grandma,” Mum said.
“She say it is a miracle. But I think that it is not a miracle from God, she say that it is because I do not let my body and my brain rest. I antagonise zem all ze time. Other people, when zey are 90, zey say, ‘Yes, I have done every-zing’ and they rest. But I’m still active and I keep trying to zee out of zis eye. And now wiz zis eye good, I can do ze sowing again.”

Journalism Job Hunt

I may have mentioned that want to be a journalist. I want to uncover different stories everyday; research them, interview people, write them up and help keep the community connected. I want to be part of a team that celebrates the people’s personal, professional and sporting achievements, but also reports hard truths, including crime, social issues, injuries and deaths.

Journalism excites me because it not only documents, but also has the power to engage and invigorate communities. It draws peoples’ attention to issues and it can get discussions going about solutions. I will always write, but I prefer writing about others and with a clear purpose and deadline.

I may also have mentioned that I am looking for a job in this field. Since I spend so much of my time thinking about this search, I thought I would share with you what I have leant thus far:

At University

  • Your media degree won’t necessarily prove that you can work in the media. It does not show that you can write newspaper, magazine etc. articles, nor does it prove that you can write to daily or even hourly deadlines.
  • So, do a range of internships and placements. Apply early to placement programs. Ask your course director or careers advisors for support.
  • Get involved with student media.
  • Blog regularly.
  • Consider doing a more practical (as opposed to academic course).

Applying for jobs

  • Look at as many job listing sites as possible (e.g.: Seek, MyCareer, CareerOne, Ethical Jobs, Mumbrella, Grapevine Media Jobs, Gumtree and your University career’s page). I still check out the classified in the newspaper.
  • When a listing tickles your fancy, read it carefully and click through to/send an email for the complete job description.
  • Write a concise cover letter that only includes information addressing the job. If this demonstrates you are a strong candidate for the position (including that it is well written), the recruiters will then read your resume that can inform them of the other things that make you a great person!
  • Target your resume for each job application. Remember that recruiters will get tens, sometimes even hundreds, of applications, so ensure your formatting makes your resume easy and quick to read.
  • Do not lie on your resume. If the recruiter finds out, which could happen if they contact your referees, you will no longer be considered.

The interview

  • Research the company and their position within the industry and community.
  • Go over job description and think of examples that prove that you can perform all of the listed roles. Don’t stew on memorising precise answers. It is better to brainstorm your experience and qualifications on broad subject areas* as mental dot points.
  • Prepare a list of questions you want to ask about the organisation and the position (which shows that you have considered the role).
  • Look neat and professional. I think it’s probably ‘safer’ to dress quite conservatively and ‘corporate’.
  • Arrive 5-10 minutes early.
  • Bring a spare copy of your resume and portfolio to the interview.
  • Appear relaxed and confident – sit up straight, lean forward slightly and keep your body language open (e.g.: don’t cross your arms in front of your chest). Show that you are listening to the interviewer by turning your body to face them and maintaining eye contact.
  • Listen, never interrupt and answer questions honestly and directly (i.e.: keep to the point).
  • If you are uncertain about a question, ask them to rephrase it or to give an example. For example, in the interview for a journalism cadetship with Shepparton News, the Deputy Editor said, “We don’t shy away from running campaigns.” Alarm bells – I don’t want to be part of a paper that campaigns for politicians. So I asked her for an example. She explained that last year, the Goulburn Valley Hospital needed to raise a significant amount to improve their oncology ward, so residents could be treated there instead of having to go to Melbourne. The paper ran a series of profiles of people who would use the ward (i.e.: residents with cancer). She also said two local teenage girls had committed suicide in the previous weeks, so she wanted to speak to mental health workers and do a series on these issues, particularly they ways in which they affect found people.

*Broad subject areas covered in job interview

  • Your general background/qualifications (including experience, education, volunteer work and personal attributes).
  • Your reasons for applying, which might include what attracts you to the the industry, organisation and position. You can also answer these questions in such a way that demonstrates how you have been working towards this job. In the interview for Shepparton News, I was asked about my connection to the community.
  • Your career goals. Make these considered and precise, for example the Shepparton News Deputy Editor asked me, “Who is one of your favourite journalists? Who would you like to emulate?”
  • Your expectations of the role, including salary (The Media Entertainment and Arts Alliance’s  ‘Journalists Published Media Award 2010′ distinguishes between cadet and graduate cadet journalists (appropriateness of candidates’ degrees are determined by employer). So, if I am considered a graduate cadet, I would do a one year cadetship, during which I would be paid at the rate of the final year cadet, which is 90% of Level 1 employee: 90% of $698.20 is $628.38 p/w (annual: $32 675.76). But, I ‘normal’ cadet, starts on 60% of the Level 1 employees’ salary: $698.20 which is $418.92 p/w (annual $21 783.84)
  • Your strategies to deal with stress and crises. Flexibility and resourcefulness are vital to being a good journalist. So in the cadetship interview, I was asked how I would act in two hypothetical situations:
    • “If we send you out to Nathalia (a smaller farming town that is a 45 minute drive from Shepparton) one afternoon, how would you find five stories for the next morning?” My grandparents have a farm in Nathalia, so I had brainstormed something like this on route to the interview. I suggested the following stories:
      • My grandparents’ old, rusted farm gates had been stolen the week before, and that they were surprised to learn that they were actually worth $1,500 and that other people had their gates stolen too. So I would call up the local police and suss out if there was a story there.
      • I would speak to farmers or their spokespeople about the fact that because many of the farmers in the region had a ‘bumper’ harvest, grain was selling at a lower price per tonne than it had in previous years.
      • I would also ask them about farming technologies, including lazer grading of paddocks.
      • I struggled to think of the fourth and fifth article ideas, so half joked that I would go to the pub and speak to the people there. The Editor and Deputy Editor seemed to love that answer!
      • In hindsight, another topic I could have looked into would be the impacts (economic, social, ecological) of the swarms of tourists that come up to Nathalia at Easter. There are always stories of tourists getting injured and/or behaving badly.
      • I could also have spoken about the (Murray-Darling) Basin plan’s probable impact in 2012 (but, I wasn’t sure of the papers’ stand on this issue)
    • The Deputy Editor also asked me what I would do if I was on the court round and I was reporting on a case in which an 18 year old man was found guilty of drinking under the influence of alcohol and then crashing and killing one of his friends. His mother comes up and begs me not to report the story because her mother (the boy’s grandmother) is very sick and would die if she read it.
      • I acknowledged that it is a horrible situation. I said I would ask my mentor journalist but that my initial reaction would be to report the story. We have a responsibility to inform the community, and perhaps someone could learn from this tragedy. I wish I had also said that court is a public space, and that if anyone was interested in finding out the case’s outcome they could just check online. I wish I had also said that we have a responsibility to the dead boy’s family and friends. I did say that the only thing I could suggest to the driver’s mother it that she hide the paper, or at least that page, from her mother.
    • The Editor also asked me how I would deal with this case emotionally.
      • He seemed to like my response that included that yes, it was an awful story, but that I was in no way to blame for it – I didn’t make this young man drink, nor did I make him get behind the wheel.
    • “But people do shoot the messenger…”
      • “Yes, but my first and foremost responsibility is to the wider community.”
    • They also asked me what I would do if I made a mistake, for example we published something false.
      • I said prevention is better than the cure, so I would check facts, get people’s consent (and have it documented) for quotes and be diligent about reporting exactly what they said. Oh when I spent time with the ABC courts reporter, she reminded me of always saying “alleged” when reporting on upcoming or ongoing court cases.Despite this, mistakes do happen. If something did go wrong, I would admit responsibility ASAP, then we could publish an apology and a correction and take the offending article off the website.
    • They also commended me on my writing, but asked how long I had to write a feature article for the student paper. I replied, “Two weeks.” The Editor then asked, “Could you do it in two days?”
      • “Yes” and I explained how I would go about doing it (quickly plan the time I would spend on each stage: research, taking preliminary notes, interviewing, writing out the interview (not a complete transcript, but interesting points and quotes) and putting it together. If you write good notes from the research and interview as you go along, writing up the article should be pretty quick.)
  • Towards the end of the interview, I was asked if you have any questions of your own. I wish I had thought of one! Questions I thought of after include:
    • What are the company’s plans for the future?
    • What kind of further training does the organisation provide?
    • Do we get a car or fuel allowances?

Montsalvat

Montsalvat's building

Montsalvat's building 2

Montsalvat is an artist colony in Eltham, north east of Melbourne that was established by artist and architect Justus Jorgensen in 1934. I don’t know any more about Mr Jorgensen, but from visiting Montsalvat and seeing the number of self portraits he painted, I’m going to gamble that he was quite a peculiar man. Montsalvat is a whimsical place; an artist colony housed in European gothic buildings, which were built during the 1930s in Australia.

Montsalvat's medieval interior

It was still lovely to walk around the 12 acres, and I appreciated that we could explore all the old looking buildings, the gardens (and sample a few of their blackberries) and listen to a saxophonist complete with frogs and a kookaburra.

Montsalvat's gothic door Montsalvat's brick-filled door Montsalvat's stone door

Montsalvat is now mostly used for exhibitions, performances, conferences, seminars, weddings and funerals; although some artists continue to reside there.

Montsalvat's gallery

Montsalvat's resident artists' studios

New Girl

To break up my paid and personal admin work, I watched the second episode of New Girl.

I had high hopes for New Girl – like a How I Met My Mother (filed under Laura’s guilty pleasures), with a cute, indy, female lead character, played by Zooey Deschanel (who sings in a band and tap dances).

But that lead character, Jess, ended up being overly emotional and flakey, and she sings all the time, and not in an endearing Marshall (yes, another How I Met Your Mother reference) way. She also whines, over shares and depends on the men she’s just met.

So why did I give the New Girl Jess a second (episode) chance?

Firstly, first episodes are hard. In scrambling to establish the characters a lot of television shows exaggerate their personalities. And maybe I feel for the shows and characters who are just trying for people to like them. I reasoned that the singing and neediness might tone down, or we might explore from where these feelings came. The same goes for introducing the back story (I thought it was a bit of a stretch that Jess was naked – so both physically and emotionally – when she caught her boyfriend cheating), the sense of humour and the pacing of the show.

I didn’t think much of the first episode of Bored to Death, but on Australia Day when Javiera and Liam mentioned that it had been cancelled, Dave looked like the news had winded him, and I usually agree with Dave on TV matters (except with his stance that Angel is better than Buffy).

Secondly, no one is at their best after a breakup (even if I thought I was witty and in control of the situation).

So, how was the second episode?

Well, I loved that Blind Melon’s ‘No Rain’ (this song’s film clip is one of my favourites) was playing when Jess decided to finally meet up with and speak to her ex.

Yay, more tap dancing.

I also empathised more with Jess, because she’s a bit of a dork with big, wavy hair… and I could imagine myself saying yes, despite my better judgement, to taking my ex and their new lover to the airport. But, New Girl was still too kitsch for me.

Resume recollections

Renewing my resume has made me think about some of the work I have done.

I am the first to admit that my work hasn’t been targeted to becoming a journalist or writer, but it has been varied and has introduced me to all kinds of different people, with their own experiences and perspectives.

For example, co-directed some camps and day activities for young adults with disabilities. I volunteered at the organisation for four years before being getting that casual paid position. Before that I hadn’t known anyone with a disability well and I had no idea what to expect.

On the camps, we were assigned one or two campers depending on their disabilities and needs. On my first camp, I got one of the older campers Tom*, who has intellectual disability. Tom needed help feeding, showering and toileting. I remember that his mum had attached an essay to his file stressing he could not eat wheat and had to be woken at 6am sharp and taken to the toilet to avoid any accidents. The camp leader assured me that I had ‘scored’ one of the best campers. But bumps (and for that matter, puddles) in the night… I wasn’t so sure.

But when his mum gently levered him out of the car, I got my first glimpse of what she meant. Tom is a gentle giant who always has a huge smile on his face. He was clinging to his mum’s arm, but quickly let go and squealed as he recognised one of his friends.

On the bus we watched a Mr Bean DVD and at every silly skit, Tom nervously spluttered. He looked at me with wide eyes and a really eager face, as if to affirm it was OK to laugh. So I did. Then he’d really let it out. His laugh was so joyful and contagious. By the time we got to the camp my stomach and cheeks ached from laughing.

The next morning after he had spent hours repeating like a scratched CD “horse riding no”, we waddled down to the stables with the group. He huddled close to me, but when I took his hand and ran it over the horse’s smooth long nose his face lit up.

After the ride, we wandered around the farm and Tom spotted a group of hens, and wanted to share the exciting discovery.
“Chickens, boc, boc, boc, boc,” he spluttered.
“Yes, that’s the sound chickens make. Good boy Tom,” I assured.
“Chickens, boc, boc, boc, boc”’ he raced again.
“Yes, that’s the sound chickens make. Good boy Tom,” I assured.

Our chickens

It’s not a typo, Tom repeats everything and gets a little confused if you reply differently (and considering he said the same thing, it’s reasonable to expect the same answer). It was OK for a few days, but I can only imagine how difficult it would be for his parents. It would be like Groundhog Day. I don’t know if I have their infinite patience.

I also remember that on the bus ride home Tom reached over from his seat and held my hand. This particular recreation program stopped when the woman who managed it moved to America and the organisation decided to focus on their early intervention programs. The manager also told me that they had never planned on starting up, let alone running the recreation program or so long, but that group of kids (and then adults) were so special. It was fun to be a part of it.

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*Not his real name

Writing advice from people who know better

I desperately want a writing job, whether it be for a newspaper, magazine, website, publishing company… I love words, word puzzles, reading (one again whether it be newspapers, magazines, books, novels), Stephen Fry, movies and TV shows with punchy scripts, and writing. I even like editing. Oh, and I especially love interviewing people and sharing their passions, experiences etc.

But there are a lot of people that share my love for the written and spoken word. And this swelling mass of people are applying for a small number of jobs. At least this is the case in Australia, and I can only imagine that media companies in other parts of the world are under similar pressures (including those stemming from the proliferation of the Internet and the GFC) to reduce staff and other expenses.

I’m working on a spreadsheet of all the jobs for which I’ve applied and the media organisations that I have cold emailed (and for the most part pissed off). I’m going to take this list with my resume, cover letter and other application paraphernalia to a Careers advisor next week.

In the interim, a much more fun way to improve my writing, and hopefully my employability, is by reading works of writers I admire and seeking their writing advice

I just started reading The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood. We read her The Handmaid’s Tale in high school and it scared me. The Handmaid’s Tale is a dystopian novel set in near future America, where a totalitarian theocracy has overthrown the government. There are problems with fertility, so those women able to bear children are used as portable wombs and maids. Some of the scenes, including the vivid descriptions of a very un-sexy three way and a woman giving birth, have stuck with me for years.

I just finished reading David Sedaris’s Me Talk Pretty One Day. I originally picked up this book to use for an article or a review for the website www.MyFrenchLife.org, where I interned for six months, because the second half of it centers around Sedaris’s time in France. I didn’t end up writing that article and my French tunnel vision saw that I didn’t take the time to enjoy the rest of the book. Now I have more time (did I mention that I am looking for work), I got to read it cover to cover. Oh my gosh, Mr Sedaris is so funny. He goes of on tangents, but has an incredible ability to bring the story (well, it’s not always story as in this happened, and then this and this… so maybe ‘discussion’ or even ‘essay’ are better terms) back together, like Bill Bailey’s stand up shows. I also admire that he tells these outrageous, funny stories, and then couples them with such poignant glimpses of his feelings of isolation and confusion – first as a gay man in a smaller American city and later as an Anglophone in France. And his world is full of weird characters, not the least his family.

Sedaris mentions in Me Talk Pretty One Day that he writes on a typewriter.

“When forced to leave my house for an extended period of time, I take my typewriter with me, and together we endure the wretchedness of passing through the X-ray scanner… To me it seems like a normal enough thing to be carrying, but the typewriter’s declining popularity arouses suspicion and I wind up eliciting the sort of reaction one might expect when traveling with a cannon.”

Maybe he likes it because it lets you blurt out words without editing yourself (or at it’s more difficult to edit yourself, so you might let small changes roll by and not get caught up with them). Sometimes I think much better on paper than on a computer, in part because I can see my thought process better (arrows to shift paragraphs around etc. that I might regret later).

As author Sandra Gulland said when I interviewed her last year:

“One of the things you will learn from them is that everyone’s first draft is garbage. You don’t really have anything until you’ve taken something through six or eight drafts. And these include major changes. This is one thing that young writers don’t understand; it’s a process of discovering the story, over and over again. You have to be patient and give yourself time.”

She also said of writing:

“I would say make time for it; you’re not going to find time for it, you really have to make time…  I had to give up things in my life.”

Sloane Crosley, another writer whom I adore, said in article earlier this year

“I like to try to do a little work before I do anything in the morning, even if it’s a paragraph… I tried to write in the afternoon, but writing in the afternoon is like performing open-heart surgery drunk. Or so I’ve heard.”

In high school, I had read the books over and over and read all the notes I could on them, but when it came to practice essays, I would freeze. So I went to an English tutor. I went to her house, she had a soft face and dark hair, I can’t remember anything but her suggestion that I go home and just put pen to paper, write whatever came into my head.

Because the pursuit of perfection can be crippling.

I’m also reading André Comte-Sponville’s The Little Book of Philosophy, and in the chapter on Art he highlights that there is no right or wrong in art, only the pursuit of beauty, understanding and truth. An it is this subjectivity that allows for the individual’s unique contribution to art.

He stipulates that discoveries in the sciences, even those of Einstein and Newton, would have been made (eventually) by somebody, but that the development of art (and the insights it provides into humanity) wouldn’t be the same without the unique creations of Bach, Mozart and Shakespeare.

Another genius artist was Ernest Hemingway, who gives this great advice on writing:

“The best way is always to stop when you are going good and when you know what will happen next. If you do that every day … you will never be stuck.”

Australian modern painting

The Heide’s collection, especially some of the earliest works that were on show in Heide I, got me really excited. I wanted to find out more about the artists whose work was featured, including Sam Atyeo (whose cubist painting, Cigarette (1936) was my favourite of the collection), and I wanted to paint or draw.

On the first aspect of my art-inspired mission (research), I went to the local library to borrow a book or two on Australian painting. I borrowed an enormous book on Australian modern painting and lugged it home in the near 40˚C heat with a pile of other books that people had recommended (Jonathan Franzen’s Freedom and the classic Moby Dick) or that started to address gaping holes in my education (philosophy).

The book Australian Modern Painting: Between the Wars 1914-1939, provided a great introduction into the main players (artists, collectors, educators), movements and events affecting art during the period. Here are the artists that stood out to me:

  • Max Meldrum (especially his oils of eucalyptus, like Landscape with trees c. 1925)
  • Grace Cossington Smith (especially her painting Studio Door 1966)
  • Roland Wakelin (especially his Sewing Machine 1928)
  • Magaret Preston (especially Implement Blue 1927)

There were also a few large, full colour copies of Sam Atyeo’s work. Atyeo painted what is regarded to be the first Australian abstract canvas, Organised Line to Yellow (1934). He also trained as a designer, and seemingly haphazardly became a diplomat.

Doctor Herbert Vere Evatt, Attorney-General and Minister for External Affairs in John Curtin’s Government, personally recruited Atyeo into his service in the early 1940s. Just a quick sidenote, Dr H V Evatt (better known as “Bert” or “Doc” Evatt) was also a pretty interesting character in Australian political and cultural affairs. He was a jurist, politician and writer. He was President of the United Nations General Assembly in 1948–49 and helped draft the United Nations Universal Declaration of Human Rights (1948). He was Leader of the Australian Labor Party while in Opposition from 1951 to 1960. Two years later, Evatt suffered a mental breakdown and was retired from the bench.

But back to Atyeo…

Daniel Mandel says of Atyeo‘s diplomatic experience:

“During a temporary appointment that was to last for about eight years, he enjoyed unhindered access to Evatt; this intimacy and Evatt’s use of him to inform on officers in the Department of External Affairs caused many career diplomats to be suspicious and jealous of him…

Atyeo earned a reputation for gregarious bluntness and intemperate speech; (Sir) Winston Churchill is reported to have described him as the most foul-mouthed diplomat in the world…

In later life he disparaged his diplomatic career as mere `international politicking’.”

In a letter the artist wrote to his political patron while in Greece, his casual manner towards the whole diplomatic experience is evident:

“21 Atyeo to Evatt

Letter SALONIKA, 12 March 1947

….

The Greek Govt is very far to right & I’m sure no solution is possible until it becomes a whole lot more democratic. The presence of the commission has been valuable in this direction.

The cessation of executions did a hell of a lot of good. It was a young American & myself who went to see the Greek liaison officer at 3.30 a.m. & pleaded with him to stop the executions (which were to take place at 5 a.m.) until at least the commission could sit & give a decision. The order was given at 4.30 a.m. Quite close. The long telegram Hood sent is a fair account.

All the best my boy & look after yourself. Love to both.

SAM

I reckon I’m becoming quite a delegate now with all my experience.”

But back to the Art.

As Daniel Mandel says:

“The importance of Atyeo to the modernist movement in Australian painting and design is often neglected.”

But at the Heide, they feature some of his works, including Cigarette (1934), Abstract figure with thumb (c.1934) and The Dancer (1936).

Heide gallery

Last week, Mum and I went to the Heide Museum of Modern Art.

We were greeted by this sign…

…so we stomped around the sizable fruit and vegetable garden, and into the original farmhouse.

The Heide started when Melbourne art collectors John and Sunday Reed bought an old dairy farm in 1934. They hosted artists who become known as the Heide Circle. This group included many of Australia’s most famous modernist painters like Albert Tucker and Sidney Nolan. Their work features in the current retrospective ‘Forever Young: 30 Years of the Heide Collection.’

There were black and white photos of these incredible artists and their friends and families going about their life in what is made out to be an artistic paradise – free, fun, organic.

The retrospective is celebrating the 30th anniversary of the museum’s establishment on the site. It includes not only the buildings, but also the surrounding gardens and parklands, about which sculptures (and families enjoying picnics) are scattered.

Even the gazebo was beautifully designed.

And here are some natural sculptures from the grounds.

Hands

These drawings were inspired by Alpine’s song Hands.