'We Are All Flesh' by Berlinde De Bruyckere

'We Are All Flesh' by Berlinde De Bruyckere
Even though I was aware of this piece, when I came to view it, I was quite emotional and kept to the edge of the room! It is confronting and visceral type of art. Will be viewing it multiple times to process.
To discuss further - The human condition, if we are all flesh then how does one justify eating that flesh?

Insane pressure

Women are there own worse enemies.

Well said Nikki (Claws for thought).

Having worked in a majority female profession, all my life, I know the drill.

There is this insane pressure to minimize any short comings of biology, work and home life.

Not to mention the emotional trolls who will argue in what ever way they know how.

But even so, there is a strength in women's friendships that endures beyond many blood ties.

A way of being able to spill out all this hurt, even it is inflicted on ourselves.

We bleed and bitch, but we love and support in equal measure.

My conscience can no longer make the disconnect.

Life of Pi is so visually stunning, it changed my view of 3D on film.


The concept of animals having a soul looms. Life of Pi does give a sense of nature as beautiful, vast and dangerous, as Tim Kroenert asserts. But the question of why we separate ourselves as 'superior' with a soul and animals as souless troubles me still. I found the film a great message for the concept of animals as sacred - therefore why eat them?

My conscience can no longer make the disconnect.

Many Tasmanias

There are indeed many Tasmanias in my mind. Tasmania is an open door. My fall back plan as climate change really kicks in. I am horrified it is not immune from the raging heat and fires. What is happening?

Art is a wonderful mad dance

Kevin may not know much about about art, but he knows what he likes. (January 13th, 2013)

While accepting totally Kevin Foley's assertion about the horror of watching exposes on our 

live animal trade going to disgusting slaughter houes in Asia.

I am dismayed regarding his rejection of the new art work depicting the dead horse carcass. (Art Gallery of S.A.)

If this art work scares people I advise the following.

1. Definately don't risk a visit to the MONA gallery in Hobart.

2. Activate your sense of outrage towards animal creulty, which is rampant in our society in the guise of food production and exports.

Art is a wonderful mad dance, maybe sit this one out Kevin.

A Proclamation

My lament for Adelaide is the old woman who keeps all her clothes and possessions in a locked cupboard for ‘good occasions’. The ‘old woman’ is anyone stuck in the past, age indeterminate. Afraid to get out the good china, open up the parklands, travel new streets, try new routines. How long did it take to get an AFL footy team, a world class entertainment venue, a central sports stadium? The old woman is so cautious she dare not open up that cupboard.


My proclamation is for the old woman to lift up her skirts and get out the boxes of good linen, china and silver and actually use it! Make its history vivid, not a staid set of dates on the calendar.

Art on every street. Green on every street. A café on every street(!) The festival state has wings, not just in February and March. Ideas and music written large.

It can happen.