When you live in a forest near the coast, what do you make art with? Sticks of course! Here is a fabulously wrought wave on the Murrah property of Phillip Cox made by local surfer (and caretaker) Peter “Beetle” Collins. As Beetle says, he knows waves, and he hates burning sticks. And Marr Grounds has just commissioned a second wave at Narra Bukulla, so stand by for the new wave in waves…
Back in the Spotted Gum forest at NB, you’ll find another kind of stick sculpture, this time by Marr Grounds himself, assisted by his master bulldozer driver Bruce Jamieson. This particular termite colony can take it easy for the next 100 years!
And further back in the Spotted Gum forest you may trip over a found sculpture, readymade by the forces of nature, the stick balancing for who knows how long just out of reach of the termites…
and now attributed to guess who…
6 responses so far ↓
1 When art gives architecture a good name: 1 // Feb 4, 2008 at 12:29 am
[...] so other issues adhere… These, surely, have their heritage in collage, the found object, the readymade, with a twist. And it’s the twist that makes them [...]
2 finding sculpture’s edge // Mar 10, 2008 at 9:55 am
[...] down the road in Marr Grounds’ bush sculpture park, and so his first work of art (click here for a look) was only represented in photographic form. How fast can eco-art adopt the look of [...]
3 making waves // Mar 14, 2008 at 10:54 pm
[...] the art world – this is just his second sculpture. His first wave sculpture – see our previous post Stick Art – is at Philip Cox’s property just up the coast on the Murrah River. This caught Marr’s [...]
4 more stick by Beatle Collins // Apr 7, 2008 at 3:18 am
[...] Curious? See our previous previous posts “making waves” and “stick art“… [...]
5 Peter Collins // Jun 13, 2008 at 8:22 am
MAVERICKS of the MURRAH
Like premordial misplaced memories,
Indelibly etched in our chromosomes,
They are mavericks,
That echo subliminal excitement,
To remind us of our epic evelutionary migration,
From the maternal sea to the land.
Over eons through surging waves we came,
From the rythmical heartbeat of the ocean,
Born by the flowing cosmic gravity.
Though the dolphins and whales returned,
To the hydrospheric womb,
Surfers daly gracefuly,
Among exploding symetrical energy,
Of the powerful pitching waves.
Atmospheric life that converted,
From gill to lung,
Relate, respect, reflect,
This form and urge for fun,
Like children at the beach,
Playing freely in the sun.
Beatle.
6 flats on rent in noida // Jul 7, 2009 at 7:16 pm
Great Post. Does anyone know if there is a legal way I can display this content on my own website- thanks
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