There’s a space
where he isn’t.
It’s enormous and keeps
following me around
now here, now here.
The space used to be
full of laughter
and fun, compassion
With him I could
be my self.
When I lost him
I lost a true friend
The photo is by my husband Ervin Janek. It is called ‘Mother and Son’. I find it very touching, especially in the context of this poem. It was done a long time before our son died, but it seems perfect.
The poem reminds me of some of the old Chinese poets, Li Po etc. What do you think?
If you want to see more of Ervin’s images here is his shop and here is his amazing changing facebook collection.
Perhaps it’s time to share a little of the exhibition I have been having. It’s only got a few more days to run, so if you’re in Adelaide or surrounds, you’d better run! The title of the Show is Story Stones and I’m sharing it with my husband Ervin Janek. He’s showing stone sculptures and the most amazing photographs. He does wonderful composite photos with lots of layers, literally and metaphorically.
I have some prints but the thing I’m most excited about is that I found a wall for my Etcetera installation. You can see more images of it here, from when it was in my studio.
I also did some rather fun prints like Noodle Ned here. For those of you not familiar with Australian history Ned Kelly was our most famous bushranger (highwayman) from the gold rushes. He is wore home-made armour that looked not dissimilar to this. Every Australian gets this and it’s so silly that it’s funny.
Here’s more gallery shots
It’s a strange gallery, with lots of nooks and angles and stairs and ramps, but a lively space to work with. Thank goodness for the Manager Niki and her assistant Rebecca, who really knew how to work with it.
Open today, tomorrow and Saturday afternoons. That’s it folks. (Maybe I should have posted this earlier, but I don’t think any of you who are close enough to go are not on FB where I did most promoting of it)
Address: Gallery 1855, 2 Haines Rd, Tea Tree Gully, South Australia.
Words in art. Word Art. Poetry (haiga for eg.). Book art. Artist Books. Altered books. Words as power objects. How words are so integrated into our experience that they are almost visceral. How we make and order our world with them. ‘In the beginning was the word’. How we also limit our perceptions with words.
Our local art space (Adelaide Hills) is calling out for artists for a Fringe show of words in art. So if you’re in South Australia (or elsewhere in Aus) please consider showing with them. I want some good company!
Years ago I wanted to do a painting, huge, white, with just the word ‘white’ in the centre, quite small. I didn’t. These days I use words quite often because my work has shifted from huge wall pieces to smaller more ephemeral pieces.
Following is a gallery of inspiration, mostly my work because I know the copyright status. There are so many other artists’ work I’d love to include.
Owning My Contribution to the Feral Cat Population. Ink on plaster on canvas. Belinda Broughton
Altered book/found poetry. Belinda Broughton
World Womb ink and wax on notebook page
Through the Darkness. Digital art/haiga
Strange feeling, ink on paper. Belinda Broughton
Gavin Blake’s studio light table. He was making projectable slides at the time
It’s All Coming Together (notebook pages) Belinda Broughton
I Am Therefore I Am, by Ervin Janek. The Latin means ‘I think therefore I am’ and is Descartes philosophy. Apparently(by Descartes thinking) this bull does not exist!
Lovers Loved, Belinda Broughton from Chocolate Box Art series. This one about my ex and the daughter we shared.
Vacant. College on paper. Belinda Broughton
Prayer for my Grand Children, by Ervin Janek
Page from Reedscape, handmade book, Belinda Broughton
Come join us Folk! There will also be poetry performances. Not finalised yet, but at least one slam and some other performances.
So many possibilities!
h.ART also called Hills Art is the group here is their Facebook page. for details and to express interest: firstname.lastname@example.org
By the way, the feral cat piece in the gallery is in tribute to ‘For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry’ from Jubilate Agno by Christopher Smart.
You can get the book at: Ginninderra Press FishPond (Free shipping in Oz) Book Depository (Free shipping outside OZ) Amazon.com
Also available as an e-book, from most digital booksellers. But poetry on ebooks is awful. All the carefully positioned white punctuation is destroyed. Just saying!
About Sparrow: Poems of a Refugee
By Dr Kate Deller-Evans [Flinders University, Sturt Road, Bedford Park, South Australia, 5042]
Under a bright Australian sun the fascinating tale of a European life comes to light. In a sequence of incisive poems Belinda Broughton narrates the voice of Ervin Janek: Hungarian artist and poet; son of a nun and ‘a certain Jewish man’; who makes his ‘own path’ out of abandonment and poverty, through streets where he can hold his own against cheats and bullies, and into the wider world of exotic experience.
Broughton revels in the linguistic portrayal of a character whose deprived childhood, forced Hitler Youth attendance, flirtation with monastic life, horse riding for a Baroness, and incarceration under Soviet control builds towards the pivotal uprising of 1956.
In poems crafted with humour and sensitivity Broughton journeys with the character of Janek across the hippie trail to bring the refugee ‘Swallow’ home to the provenance of the kookaburra. All through the rollercoaster ride, this riveting story will ensnare you.
My stepson had a dream: that I was a wicked witch, complete with a cackle and carbuncles, and I was poisoning his father. This from a grown man who is a best friend and who loves me like a mother. Goodness knows what it means; his father has been very sick and I am, after all, a keeper of kin. Also in control of our diet, these days by the book healthy, though sometimes I wonder about the book.
into the stock pot
toil and giggle
Image is Mother and Son by Ervin Janek, My husband and this stepson’s father. Check out his site: Ervin Janek