Got back to the island this weekend in order to install some equipment. Took a camera along this time for a few shots, like this one of the building in which I have been permitted to set up the lab. I am strangely attracted to a number of the artefacts I have discovered, especially those made of beeswax, and would like to mount them in such a way that I can easily review them as I explore the meaning of Ted’s creations. It occurs to me to wonder if there could be anything hidden inside these objects.
Managed another trip to the Southern Highlands, this time to the Bundanoon Bush Dancing Festival. I’m not usually one to kick up my heals, but I wanted another trip to this area and the DanceFest seemed like a good opportunity.
You can see the fun at their web site/.
I picked up some beeswax on this trip. I’d like a more tactile sense of what Ted was up to.
As the number of artefacts I have examined grows larger I find I must return to tagging them as the relationships are too complex to retain in memory. I here show the process for those who may be interested.
St. Dymphna, virgin and Martyr, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, daughter of royal parents, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, child of great beauty of soul and body, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, docile to the lessons of thy pious mother, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, obedient to thy saintly confessor, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, who abandoned the court of thy father to escape the danger of impurity, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, who chose a life of poverty on earth so that thou might lay up treasures in Heaven, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, who sought consolation at Holy Mass, Communion and prayer, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, ardent lover of the Divine Bridegroom, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, devoted to the Mother of God, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, beheaded by thine own father, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, Martyr of holy purity, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, brilliant example of Christian youth, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, renowned for many miracles, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, glory of Ireland and Belgium, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, full of compassion for those in need, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, protectress against all nervous and mental disorders, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, consoler of the afflicted, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, friend of the helpless, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, comforter of the despondent, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, light of those in mental darkness, pray for us.
St. Dymphna, patroness of those who suffer with nervous and mental diseases, pray for us.
I have now had some time to puzzle over the many artefacts uncovered in the cave and elsewhere. I am drawn with a strange fascination, deeply seated, at times disturbing, towards the primordial, emotionally laden images and objects. Some I would hold close. Some I would enshrine. Some are too deeply imbued with the personal lives of others so that I am shy to intrude. This is a story that unfolds not only here on Cockatoo but at remote locations that I hesitate to reveal.
Had a chance to watch The Secret Life of Bees the other night. Reminded me of the beekeeper I met on my trip to the Bush Dance Fest in the Southern Highlands a few weeks ago who sold me the beeswax for my re-creations. Turned out that she knew Ted and Nelly. In fact she had known Nelly since childhood and she had later sold wax to Ted as well. She told me many stories, which I have again vowed to keep under wraps. Increasingly I fear that my personal life is converging on Ted’s in disturbing ways.
There are people everywhere I turn and getting to my materials is nearly impossible. What’s a poor pest controller to do? I suppose I’ll lurk among the crowds and wait for an opportunity.
Listening in on some of the conversations in Building 2, I find there is a great deal of interest in finding a deeper meaning in the objects discovered and even to wondering what’s inside these artefacts. My pursuit of their inner essence led me to the idea of taking x-rays of the objects. I was fortunate that a chance encounter with my veterinarian, Stephan Grey, led to a discussion of these matters and his assistance in gaining penetrating insight into the core of the objects.
To our great surprise we determined that a significant number contain items such as rings, necklaces, etc. This, of course, has led to a quandary as to whether we might retrieve these inner treasures at the risk of destroying the objects that contain them. Not wanting to destroy Ted and Nelly’s legacy, I have created several of these artefacts myself, had them x-rayed, and then proceeded to destroy them in order to get at their essence. But in the end I realized that however deeply the x-ray insight penetrated, there was always another elusive essence within to the vanishing point of svabhāvaśūnyatā.
गते गते पारगते पारसंगते बोधि स्वाहा
I just can’t keep quiet any more. She’s gone too far. This shelia named Irene, or something like that, asked if it would be alright to allow visitors to the Biennale of Sydney to come and have a look at the artefacts I’ve collected from the cave and the materials I’ve gathered to make sense of them. I wasn’t crazy about the idea, but she said that the Harbour Trust would allow me to keep all the artefacts and my work areas in Building 2 afterward so it seemed like a small price to pay. But she’s turned it into a bloody Freak Show Museum!!. Sure, we talked about putting some objects into protective cases for conservation, but nothing like these show-case vitrines. And why pick Object 5?! It’s demonic. It looks like the Horned Beast! Have you seen the shadow it casts on the wall late in the day?!
Not only that, but she allows people to look at private items from Ted and Nelly that I never planned to show anyone else. A whole Cabinet of Curiosities and Nelly’s picture on the wall! Never mind that she’s stealing my blog posts, printing them out, and putting them on the wall too. I think I’ll change the blog posting so people can see I had nothing to do with it. Maybe I’ll talk about a trip to Zaragoza or something completely different.
And, on top of it all, she says she talks to me regularly and knows what I think. I barely know her! And the staff sitting around there repeat everything she tells them and none of them has ever talked to me. She’s even putting videos up on YouTube. I mean Pompeii, really?
I’m not sure what to do. I don’t think I can shut it all down. I just hope that the promise of keeping Building 2 when this is all over doesn’t turn out to be hollow.
How Beautiful You Are
Quam pulchra es, et quam decora, carissima, in deliciis!
Statura tua assimilata est palmæ, et ubera tua botris.
Dixi: Ascendam in palmam, et apprehendam fructus ejus;
et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineæ, et odor oris tui sicut malorum.
Veni, dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis.
Mane surgamus ad vineas:
videamus si floruit vinea, si flores fructus parturiunt, si floruerunt mala punica;
ibi dabo tibi ubera mea.