Don’t really know what to say. I’m learning how to use the site, just discovered I can call my blog whatever I liked(so I did) and put up pretty pictures in the background. Will probably change things around again but maybe not the name.
Ride of the Dodecahedron was originally just the title of this work. I was exploring working in a loop, taking 3D forms converting them into 2D, then giving the illusion of 3D by the shadows that they cast. The title became a work onto itself.
It (Ride of the Dodecahedron) is a reference firstly to the operatic work of Richard Wagner. The slow build up, the mounting of successive layers and then the crescendo. That was were my head was at, I was living that work through my work. It has become a recurring theme, I have that soundtrack playing in my head, the tension, the explosion, all while I am exploring my work.
Secondly it refers to the monologue from;
Apocalypse Now(1979) – Lt. Col. Kilgore’s (Robert Duvall) beachside “The smell of napalm in the morning”.
Kilgore (Robert Duvall): “You smell that? Do you smell that? … Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn’t find one of ’em, not one stinkin’ dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like … victory. Someday this war’s gonna end.” Watch it on YouTube if you aren’t familiar with it. Note his body language, his facial expressions.Again it has become a place I inhabit whilst working. That feeling. The madness. The certainty.
And so “Ride of the Dodecahedron”(not sure why I dropped the ‘the’) seemed to me an apt title of my blog.
The background picture I a view of Hazelwood Power Station as seen from the bottom of Whitelaws Track looking north. I hold an unpopular view in that I love this power station, it holds so many memories of my childhood. The awe, romance and promise of youth. Memories of a prosperous time, the good times before the privatization of the power industry. A time when all our fathers had work, and we had no doubts of our future.
The Valley (I am from a region of Victoria, Australia called the Latrobe Valley) is on its knees, beaten down, bloodied. Its neck in a sleeper hold. But just like Hulk Hogan unleashing Hulkamania – it will rise.