A Japanese connection

I have only just come across the new dance prescriptions for 2015 HSC study and was absolutely delighted to see that Sue Healey’s work Fine Line (2003) has been chosen as a core study. I worked with Sue at UNSW and have followed her dance video work for the longest time, valuing her input into teacher professional development in the medium.

I’m looking forward to featuring Sue’s work on Dancing Capital.

I’ve just been on Sue’s website and on her Vimeo site and found this gem, which relates to my visual arts practice.

So many of the images and ideas in this work resonate with my recent travels in Japan. In response, here is a slideshow of some of our Japan snaps.

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Tourist trap

We’ve just spent a wonderful, nearly-4 weeks in Japan. We have seen and experienced so much, the inspiration for working and learning will last for eons (not to be confused with Japanese shopping malls).

This WordPress daily prompt suggested posting a photo that represents vacation. We have many 1000s of photos of our trip, so narrowing it down proves difficult. The photos above are from the day we visited Ogimachi, a World Heritage mountain village between Kanazawa and Takayama. This was actually our least favourite part of the trip. It was stinking hot with little shady refuge, and the village was overrun with tourists (including ourselves of course) all wandering aimlessly around. We had nearly 4 hours to waste until our booked bus would arrive.

At one point we wandered down a lane because we spied some shade to stand in. The shade revealed a beautiful view of the river. This photo hasn’t been manipulated, this is what it looked like. A fabulous photo cliché for the album.

We also stopped in at a couple of cafes for food. From a hole in the wall in someone’s house, we bought strawberry icecream in a wafer sandwich, a mango icecream float, and a coffee that tasted like boot polish. Later we ate soba noodles, which smelled and tasted spectacular, despite the fact that (or perhaps because) we were being watched by a giant red faceless Sarubobo doll.