Monday, 11 March 2013

A Wander Around Balmain


Balmain is a place close to my heart as I've lived here or nearby for longer than I care to remember. Towards the end of summer, I decided to record some of the many aspects of this neighbourhood.

To visit Balmain by car from the city you first have to drive over the elegant Anzac Bridge. This is like travelling across a sculpture by Jean Arp.



The marker for Balmain's first entry point is the Power House relic that stands like an eerie beacon on the corner of Victoria Road and Robert Street.



Remnants of the suburb's industrial past remain.



Balmain began its gentrification in the 1970's when former hippies and new agers otherwise known as 'basket weavers' moved in. Successive waves of artists, writers, families, and increasingly young professionals have edged out the migrants and workers.

The land on which it sits forms a peninsula that juts into the harbour west of the city, so Balmain is always a destination, never a place to visit on the way to somewhere else. This is probably why it has a village atmosphere for which it's renowned.



It's a jumble of up and down higgledy piggledy streets. Many end in harbour water with backdrops of the city. The buildings of North Sydney can be seen at the end of this street below.



On a wall in one of these backstreets a sign marks the entrance to the workshop of sculptor Michael Snape. Recently, Michael invited me in to have a look.


This light, open space used to be part of an old bakery. It's now filled with steel or wood in the process of being carved or sculpted.


Michael shows me his recent work. These are a series of large patinated brass bowls or platters made from interconnecting figures that languish, copulate or stretch out to form a wild, rhythmic whole. The piece he sits behind is actually a birdbath.


He works on many private commissions and has just finalised this concept which will become a steel frieze set in front of a home in Sydney's Inner West. A glass panel will go in behind the frieze and behind that will be a garden. He'll now recreate this drawing on the architectural software program CAD before transferring it to the final medium of steel.


Michael has been working prolifically behind these walls since the 1970's and says he's a Sydney tragic like me. He reckons he's been lucky to be able to do what he loves. But to sustain an art practice like this requires the patience of Job, great diligence and discipline. I tell this lovely man I think he's made his own luck. It's clear that along the way he's built a rich life in the process.

On my way out Michael shows me a cat left over from a commission he completed for the Cat Protection Society. It raised a small fortune for this non government organisation. The work was made up of hundreds of these cats embedded on a wall. People could buy a piece like the one below and the space it left on the wall would reveal a part of a painting behind it.


I continue with my wanderings. Darling Street cuts a swathe through the middle of the peninsula and winds down to the harbour. 


The ferry at the end will carry you under the Harbour Bridge to Circular Quay. 


I head for the markets in the grounds of St Andrew's church and catch them just before they pack up for the day.


At Bec's stall I find a couple of birthday presents. Bec's from the Blue Mountains and creates retro jewelry from resin. We talk about her ideas for pieces - she's going to be working in a new medium and can't wait. We have interests in common and I mention the fact that Jung would say this was a piece of synchronicity. Bec tells me someone gave her a book by Jung on Synchronicity last week. Hmm.

On my way up Darling Street I hear great raucousness coming from a table at the restaurant Our Place. It's Anne's fiftieth birthday celebration lunch. Here she is in front, pictured with her best friend Chrissie. It's six in the evening and it looks like they'll be kicking on well into the night.


Buskers are setting up outside Woolworths. 



The Olympic swimmer Dawn Fraser grew up here. The Riverview Hotel is one she owned for a while. It's also been a haunt of many a writer and political commentator. 


And this is the pool where Dawn Fraser trained as a girl in the 1940's. There's a water polo game going on today - they're just having time out. 









Thursday, 7 March 2013

Local Heroes, Callan Park, Rozelle


For decades, a group of concerned citizens called the Friends of Callan Park have laboured to save one of the last pieces of wild waterfront land in Sydney and restore mental health services to the former Callan Park Hospital site. They have devised a Master Plan accepted by local council that provides a blueprint for the innovative reuse of the land for people with a mental illness, their families and the community. If it goes ahead it will be the second largest piece of land accessible to Sydney siders after Centennial Park.

Despite the enthusiastic mutterings of the state government prior to its election, their endorsement of the plan has stalled since they came to power two years ago.

Last weekend the Friends held a rally to among other things urge the government to finalise this plan. The pouring rain didn't help numbers and I noted with sadness there were few people in the crowd under fifty.



This is Hall Greenland, longstanding President of the Friends of Callan Park talking with Greens MP Jamie Parker. Hall is a local hero. He has worked steadfastly for the last fifteen years to restore our 'common wealth.' At the rally, he mentioned a recent visitor from North America who was astounded by what we still had, saying the many pieces of land attached to former psychiatric hospitals in his country had been sold off long ago.

Jamie Parker has also been a loyal and consistent supporter of this cause. 


I often ramble through these 61 hectares and took pictures over summer. Here is what we stand to lose.




Weddings take place in the grounds of an historical building that was one of the original estates.










Pieces of country in the city. 


People with dogs who have met each other here for years and forged firm friendships. 



A clipper carved into this rock when tall ships used to be moored in the bay below.




Beautiful old buildings made from sandstone quarried from this site more than one hundred years ago. 



Ancient trees. 




The oldest community garden in Sydney that's been established for nearly thirty years. 





The view from the land's foreshores.






Thank you friends.