Happiness as Anarchy #152: Spring days

Early spring brings with it such joy and hope, particularly when the sun comes out after a few chilly days. Everyone seems to be smiling and taking their time as they stroll down the street, hearts brightened by the bright blue sky and verdant green growth. I tried to be virtuous and go to Modern Art Musuem, but I couldn’t bring myself to stay indoors. My camera and I wandered the streets instead.

Happiness as Anarchy #151: Taking photographs

I learned to take photos on my parents’ 1970s Pentax SLR. The photos I took (especially on my first trip to Europe when I was 21) are still some of the best photos I’ve ever taken. There’s something special about the weight of an SLR camera that sharpens my eye and makes me frame an image well. I had my photographic eye on today while out enjoying the sunshine, and found shapes and lines and contrasts everywhere I looked.

This church is a short walk from my apartment, nestled between a basketball court and the Centre for Latino-amercian Music.

Happiness as Anarchy #142: Street art

There is street art everywhere in Buenos Aires. The general state of disrepair seems to bring with it an aesthetic freedom for its citizens. There is no doubt that a painting on the wall is more pleasing for everyone than peeling grey paint. In some parts, especially San Telmo where I’m staying, it almost appears obligatory for shops and bars to have street art exteriors. This one is just around the corner and is one of my favourites.

Happiness as Anarchy #10: Tiny Street Art

The world is fabulously interesting when you notice the small things. Tiny street art is such a delight when it catches your eye. The laneways off the Bridge Mall in Ballarat have a surprising amount of art if you look up and down. My favourite is Time Lane (opposite Drury Lane, where I always expect to see the muffin man) which has a dozen tiny bronze sculptures on and in the wall. The little scenes make up a series called “Incidents in Time” by local artist Jason Waterhouse. The scenes contain ordinary things in delightful combinations: there’s row of mailboxes, doorways, a caravan on cloud, a tv, a couch, a rollercoaster going nowhere. They make me smile every time I walk down the lane and will continue to do so indefinitely. I’m smiling on the inside too, content to be the crazy lady who stops and peers at the detail while everyone else strides past not even noticing that this is no ordinary brick wall.