Author: Jude Tulloch

  • Collage holiday momento

    The photo in my post The things we do to trees was the inspiration for these collages. Embedded in the materials used, is the story of a journey. It began at the workshop at QAGOMA (Queensland Art Gallery of Modern Art) with Brisbane artist John Honeywill. With the intention of doing collage on my recent trip,…

  • Homeward bound

      There comes a point on a holiday when the focus changes abruptly. The anticipation of new destinations, and the enjoyment of the journey fade into to past. Now there is a goal directed singlemindedness; you are heading for home. Being homeward bound has its own particular rythme. A long day’s highway drive is punctuated by…

  • LexICON: a collector’s guide to obsession

          Earlier this year, I met Clare Macrae-Drylie amidst an array of tat, kitsch, glitz and pure treasures at her workshop-studio in Warrnambool. Immersed might be a better word; Clare was hard at work preparing for her current exhibition at The Artery Gallery. Titled LexICON: A Collectors Guide to Obsession, the exhibition is…

  • The things we do to trees

    This is the most bizarre, extreme power line tree trim I have ever seen. Photographed on the Great Alpine Road in the Ovens Valley in North East Victoria, the tree forms part of the avenue leading into the pretty village of Harrietville. The image unsettles me in the same way a surrealist painting does. For…

  • Seats on the sand

    There is something irresistible about unexpected, improvised creature comforts on a deserted beach. These chairs invite you to stop and take in the view. Perhaps some thoughtful locals placed them on Queens Head North Shore Beach. Or was it surfers, who use the spot to survey the waves? From the stone breakwater at Port Macquarie…

  • Tea garden

    Tea garden

        Tea and Treasure is the the name of a quaint cafe in an old weatherboard house with pretty verandas in Port Macquirie, New South Wales. The tiny ‘tea garden’ along the fence delighted me almost as much as the pet galah that the owner produced from the ‘birds nest’ under the counter.