Executive Consecutive

A narrative series of images - Seven teenagers, 13, 15, 13, 14, 13, 13, 15 .. Add each of the ages together.. 96

A 96 year old man and woman. Locate a photo of each at age 13, 14, 15. Line up in series presented as a comparison of life experience. Each teenager to write a page on their life experience and plans for the future. The annoying questions, why are you here etc.

The ultimate 1980's gift...the mixed tape

If anyone has a mixed cassette tape from the 1960' - 1990's, or a number of them in any condition please let me know. I will pay or we can do a swap for some fresh blue mountain air in a glass jar - excellent quality noted since the 1930's for its' healing properties.. MIXED TAPES WANTED ANY STATE ANY STYLE OF MUSIC ONLY STIPULATION IS THAT THEY ARE PERSONALLY ASSEMBLED COLLECTIONS..

Philosophical STD's and other chest hair

Turn on the fridge, it's freezing.. and who is Wally really.

My mind is scrambled eggs and I am yellow with frustration.. I have been officially offered a residency in Berlin, Germany to work with an incredible group of creatives at the forefront of their profession, from all over the world, uniting to collaborate and make post modern sour kraut. Architects, Designers, Live Artists, Installation performance artists, computer engineers etc. This collaboration will work on models of the contemporary arts residency and collaboration between creatives of all mediums.

But

I can not go.

For a variety of reasons I am unable to attend this incredible overseas residency - in a country of my heritage, where beside the professional growth of my arts practice, I would of met many relatives, many of which may not be around much longer. The pain is worthy of a Days of our Lives Episode.

I will however be participating as an active member of the residency from afar. I will connect via Skype several times a week and join the process towards an active element of the final outcome. Not the most ideal outcome but I am still there. This will be an interesting juncture for the Eastern Euro/Australian contemporary Art show I am curating for the Eastern Bloc Gallery at Roselle. NSW.

Still the fridge is on and it is freezing. It's all about seating and golfing handicaps.

John Doe Manifesto


Competition Manifesto 2011



'Not another f..ng manifesto'...



A recent VOXPOP conducted in the suburbs of Western Sydney produced a maelstrom of diverse contributions in all manner of expression, informed by the multicultural diversity of artistic interpretation and experience within this 'cutting edge' source of inspiration for many professional practitioners in tune with the 'avant garde'. An arbitrary, interwoven, ‘randomly ordered’ selection of the recorded responses presented the following post modernist slice of our cultural currency and their personal prescriptions for the 'now' manifesto;



'VOXPOP Manifesto 2011' 
John Doe

1. Purge the world of manifestos and art competitions; grants, residencies, awards set up/supported by the apparent interest from banks and telephone companies.... no skulls, classic muscle cars, appropriation or sensor technology.. No uncredited external assistance,

2. No more CNC machines operated without credit to the specialist, plastic moulding companies, or photo labs.. No sponsorship by water companies looking cool beside art, and lose the word Contemporary..

5. Graphic Design must be finally thrown into a full contact Cage Fight, and clarify the war with Contemporary Art.. and when did everyone become an OUTSIDER Artist? All artists to return to life drawing classes run by Hughe Hefner in collaboration with Rolf Harris.. modelling by Germaine Greer.

8. No further recycling of Op Shop art and porcelain figurines, stuffed animals, and crying self portraits.. Climb (free climb) from the 2D surface of the projection screen and introduce our children to the fourth dimension of reality.. Ween them in with a train ride, window as screen, and escort their senses into the view from a rooftop, a cubby house, a cliff side, a ladder beside the blank canvas areas, waiting to be teased by exploration and discovery. 


15. Enough video documentation of the mundane, the experiential monuments of the 'life sized' reduced to 16' x 9'. Are there any family photo albums; those sacred relics of personal memory, not raped by the tactical post modernist apparent appropriation, turning your mother and mine into objects shaped by gallery critique in glossy, invites with essays that transform the strange uncle at the back left corner of every Christmas shot, into a hero of the Dank Street narrative.



66. Our senses compete for time and attention, between the unconstrained vibrancy of our free surround sound CMYK-4D-RGB of reality by chance, enchantment by fate sitting patiently awaiting our attention, all outside the back door, running into, but never out of, the unexpected.. to compete with what? The guide time tabling most; the TV guide. 


27. Banish the TV guide into the wasteland of Mt. Predictable. HIstory has documented guides which have left us feats of literature which remain applicable to contemporary life, inspired centuries past, practical through generations of trend change in fashion, in culture, culinary experience, in piercing, sexual aids, and spiritual adventure. 


31. Art that you know works is the experience of the timeless sensual outside of trend and left of critique... it is an inherit known, one of those thoughts that awakens something, doesn't matter what that something is. It is. Manifest that, write a guide about it, hand out the fairy bread and blow up some balloons.. there you have yourself a Manifesto. 



THE COMPETITION: WRITE A MANIFESTO YOU BELIEVE TO BE APPROPRIATE TO CURRENT PRACTICE AND CULTURAL POSITION. 



1ST PRIZE FOR 'BEST' MANIFESTO: Product Placement on full length of top shelf at register area in 'Cash Converters' for Six Weeks with a reduced rate specially approved for this COMPETITION; 79 percent commission.



2ND PRIZE 
ONE WEEK WITHOUT TECHNOLOGY: Includes your choice of a blanket and a box of matches - OR - two unlabelled tin cans, and a piece of string.. either for emergency communication via smoke signals or tin can comms. Both include a week membership to the research room of Mt. Druitt Community Library with access limited to NON-FICTION PRINT material only; known as books that contain information applicable to ones life. 



3RD PRIZE
 A two hour interview, no limit question session, with the judges of any one of the prominent Arts Grants, or competitions such as the Helen Lempriere, or Archibald. All questions guaranteed to be answered without adjudication, deferral, or misdirection. 

All prizes must be collected upon notice of successful entry.



WINNERS will be announced within the literary eminent ANTHROPOLOGICAL PUBLICATION; 'THAT'S LIFE'. 

PHOTO SESSION OF WINNERS SMILING AND CAVORTING WITH OH&S APPROVED LEAPS OF JOY TO BE PRINTED IN FOLLOWING ISSUE.

Winners will also receive a one week subscription hand delivered by paper boy. 



Entry Requirements

Entries are restricted to ONE A4 page, either hand written or typed and saved as a WORD DOC. If entry contains support images these are not included in the one page limit.

VIDEO submissions are encouraged and to be limited to 4 min. 
(video submissions must provide an additional text document for publication in the event of winning).


This performance event will be exhibited in Sep 2011. 



Entries to be emailed only to:
notanothermanifesto@dodo.com.au



Those submitting large file video works should use a service such as sendit.com. 


Bio

Daniel Kojta is a new media artist working in the arena of perception of phenomena. Informed by various expeditions thoughout remote Australia and the thoughts of Merleau Ponty, Paul Virilio, and McKenzie Wark, Daniel has presented interactive installations, which engage the audience in immersive environments and challenge their perception of sensual engagement.

Queen Victoria Unidentified Presence Expedition II

Exploration to the local Asylum Circa 20th C. Will be setting up Yowie sightings in area and exploring any remains of equipment for image library. Permission granted. Shoot starts Wed 13 July 2011. Experimenting with costumes of 70's doctors patients nurses.. TBC. Anyone with access to images please send on.

KAPOW II

ZOO

Animus 21st C

Circle Cage - small around 2mtrs in diameter - sign on the inside of the cage alerting to those on the outside - DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS.

KAPOW I

'Kapow' as in the Batman and Robin bubble text reference, will be used here as a heading to describe a quick idea for a work or concept that I have to get down, in order to expand on and research later.

To begin, as the first 'Kapow' I have been considering the plight of Sisyphus and I am pondering on an object of which he would use to rest his heavy burden. A chair, I definitely like the title for a series of chairs. This may be a work I will use the left over timber from other works of a furniture nature, and create the ideal setting for Sisyphus to rest in. These installations or situations, sets, small environments will be made to be installed throughout locations in the city for those on the treadmill to escape momentarily, a room where time does not function, a broken clock.. And so it goes, Kapow.

[And again, fate has brought the granite boulder back into my visual language... A boulder on my back, made from foam]

Continued with the Guillotine.. Back to the quick short video piece (Disability employment competition).. Option II - the boy continues to make the object and finishes very contentedly with his fathers pride, his mother walks into the room, she sees the finished version, SHOT THROUGH SONS WHEELCHAIR and says something like, "I can see now why you want to become a carpenter son"... text on screen - 'if you can build a piece of furniture from impossible instructions theres nothing stopping you from becoming a carpenter'... (or some other reference) you can do anything - OR - why shouldn't a child dream - OR - if you can dream you can be anything you want for a career. .. the only 'dis' ability is the inability to see ability.."Employ a person with a disability today".

Argie Bargie I, II June 2011. Proposals

I. Chrome version of TRAP for production as model. Furbish in timber, angular.

II. Alien Perception - [line drawing machine K]

Laurice will shoot from ceiling cross beam in Barn studio, straight down to me on floor covered in wall paper - white with relief [flowery pattern relief]. I am drawing holds, any object which I may use as a hold to lift me higher in the scale of this building face. These will include metaphoric objects such as the 70's guide to sex. Some I will draw and use as is. I should also erase some, use several books, use a ladder and then knock it over - to increase the look and strength of the effect. I may fade to projection of me. Draw seat and rest for a break. How to end??

Argie Bargie concept I

TRAPPED

Man and son sit in lounge room assembling IKEA type parts. Various close ups of son and father moments. Close up of Dad proud and son looking through finished object as mum walks through the door, I'm home love - Dad says to son - Shh.. as she enters and trips the TRAP - go to black with the sound of a guillotine type blade sound sliding down with a thud and blood splattering... Open to back of mothers head - zoom out to mothers head rolling out of frame... Dad and son moment.. BLACK Dad and son laughter.

THE ABSENCE OF PRESENCE Reminders of nothing

'Metholated Spirit' 2007

Daniel Kojta

HD Still Image 29 x 42cm

Hill End Residency Series, Bathurst Regional Gallery.

'Clear Ideas' 1958

Magritte, Rene

Oil On Canvas 50 x 60cm

Belgium, Private Collection., Private Collection.

Having not seen this image for many years, I was surprised to see how similar in reference my media works are in both methodology and aesthetics (the floating boulder and obsession with boulders in general to Magrittes floating rock forms) and the methodology of 'nothing'.

Again I am slapped in the back of the head with a connection, the divine lottery, of connection across the ages.

I have been working with the notion of 'levitation', 'gravity', illusion and perception, and, the partner of time; scale:

With a tint of Stelarc, this is a passage I had to include for my own feeble bank retention;

Gould quotes in response to Magritte;

Gould resisted prophesying the future of human evolution, but it would seem that the neotenous trend will continue and accelerate in space—as bones soften, muscles thin out, and brains bulk up. For load-bearing tissue—bone and muscle—gravity is an enriching environment and weightlessness an impoverishing one. For mind-bearing tissue the opposite would seem to be true.

Above quote: Gould 1997.

I have interpreted my concepts of gravity and levitation through various series of works with 'Absence' and 'the perception of absence' or, 'nothing' as a state of presence. I have been working with this subjective perception of absence, supported both in my travels throughout Australia; in the landscapes from Werrington; the remote Iconic territory of the Bogan and, the western suburbs physical representation of this metaphor; the Yowie.. to the yet unfulfilled maiden proposal of the 'Alien Presence' series 1st version of an Alien crash landing in a remote area of the 'absence' filled lands; 'Absentia', on the Barkley Highway between 'Three Ways' and the Queensland Border. This comprehensively articulated production installation of a crash landed UFO was, back then, the first proposal to my Post Grad app. It was altered abruptly due to the inability to create an unidentified object, an 'Alien' aircraft. How do you create something which is by nature 'alien' and present most profoundly in its absence. This was my scrum with Sisyphus. If I build it as proposed, will it cease to be itself; an 'Alien' object. What would it then be; a 'Familiar'?

In the same respect, the 'Yowie' series relies on the beings Absence in order to maintain its' presence, and mythical quality. This project explored the Yowie as myth and, scientific subject. It is the absence of this creature that strengthens the reality of it’s presence. As referenced in the 'Alien Presence' series, Absence is again, presence.

This presents the question of myth to reality. Absence to presence. Can this be reversed with the same quality of authenticity. The seed of this entire inquiry was the theory of 'perception at a distance', and In a continuation of the Phenomena research, Both Robinson Crusoe and the Hunch Back of Notre Dame, the Yowie has been scientifically researched for decades. The hermit, the hobo, the swag-man; these identities represent the model of the introvert who exists outside the directions of society. One that exists in the present, without Ikea, I Pod or 'I need that shiny object'. They live within the simplicity of absence: the Yowie in the bush, the Hermit in a cave, the Hobo on the streets, and the Swag-man on the road with Kerouac.

I should return to the original schmack in the back of the head that started this rant. I will return to Virilio and Ponty in the ring. This time Magritte.

Magritte described his paintings by saying:

“My painting is visible images which conceal nothing; they evoke mystery and, indeed, when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question, 'What does that mean?'. It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable.”

Again the 'Nothing'. Nothing is. And again the presence of this nothing defines its... and so on. It has only just occurred to me that his image, 'Clear Ideas' bears a schmack in the face resemblance to my 'hover' series. This included still images, a series of installs and video projection works. So, here I plant the seeds that will fertilise the next crop, with this shit, to watch the next flower open. For now I will continue to hover above nothing in my absence with an eye on the horizon and perception at a distance.

Argie Bargie III June 2011.

Daniel Kojta camera, Wade Marynowsky lighting.

Nighttime shoot Bundanon Residency 2010.

Cannon 5D, Miller tripod, Generator.

Daniel Kojta Marquette

'Relax'

'TRAP SERIES 2012 Mark I' [Author Boyds favourite chair].

Chair Vinyl, sticks found, ping pong bat, paint red.

1.3 x .98m 2010

Photo Wade Marynowsky, Daniel Kojta.

Subject Daniel Kojta.

Nighttime shoot, lookout, Bundanon Residency 2010.

KAPOW

Update; 'Yowie Shoot' Assemble all stills shot by Wade Marynowsky, assembled in STOP MOTION moving in sleep - sleep wrestling, moving about unconsciously asleep in real time, interaction with reality in dream, subconscious.. Looped vid - HD - Canon 5D. Presented in same composition [upside down] ...boulder falls to my chest as I catch it and then examine before throwing away; up to camera, hold/pause with boulder in full frame, pause then falls exposing new frame side view with boulder movement same as previous. Shot from side - head up. Same as Digital Flaneur.

Collaboration with Shaun Gladwell

Daniel Kojta, Spin performance for Stereo Sequences.

ACMI Melbourne, Australia. 2011

Showing June - August 2011.

Screening currently at ACMI in Melbourne CBD. Shot on Sony Red Cam. Spinning Sequence of me in wheelchair spinning at speed, slow motion and stationary. Part of the series Stereo Sequence.

KAPOW

I. Super market hunter setting trap sequence - complete sculptures and shoot in situ.

II. SLEEP WALKER - Edit carpark underground footage in chair.

III. Propose Artspace, Eastern Bloc, Lewers Gallery,

TRAP DOOR Photographed and printed sections of floor and wall in geometric forms. These forms lift as a 'trap door'. Underneath is an exact shape of the piece in mirror. Mark III of the Trap Series models.

IV. Climbing drawn holds and or rope on paper. Shot in horizontal, presented in vertical. Climb hold, draw hold, climb hold, draw..

Argie Bargie.. Proposal Video June 2011

A seed planted in golden hour whilst driving home to my haven.

Whilst teaching and explaining depth of field to a student, in a moment when they, distracted and consumed by the light globe of immediate understanding, I became lit up with the proposal I will work on this week.

Once I have permissions all round granted from school heir-achy and parents/carers, I will assign a large number of students to be placed within a set, comprised of a white board as bgrnd, and framed in shot from torso to head. They will be directed to face back to camera, and sit / stand STILL. The cameras are static. One on the side profile, again concealing identity, two from behind. The still camera will be filtered with either a strobe or ghost trail in order to show the slightest movement in the student, upon which the student is finished and leaves set - CUT. This will involve up to 50 Students.

Benefits of school is uniformity in dress [uniforms present continuity]

References are now being researched.

Letters to be sent out to parents.

HT Proposal

Principal Proposal

Discuss the best way to approach this with Artist, Sean Okeeth.

Select Location. [school grounds] Always with at least one other Parent or Teacher.

Possibly work into Art Class - students to document in B/W PINHOLE and process, DEVELOP as documentary photography [structural, subjective frames].

First Bike, First Love.

My Mother on her first bike. Her first love. She rode a Triumph 'Saint' 900, no helmet, Marlon Brando style or Stone perhaps. The seed for speed was planted by my grandfather [ a Jazz SaX player touring Poland and South Russia, Belarusk night clubs of the day....what a story

My grandfather, Henryk, was waiting for his band members to get ready for stage, there was much to do. This was no make up session but they did need to tune instruments after long journeys hitchhiking on hoarses, and military trucks of all nationalities. They just had to be back and the frustration had turned to angst. This was a time when uttering any provocative statement in public would very casually dismiss you from the land of the living without explanation. Anyone who expressed any concern knew if they were to do so they would remain a statistic in memory. This was the time of Russia's worst and the worlds most tirannical German dictator. This was the time of the heavy lead silence, which was carried on the back of all, the deep quiet..Inconceiveable in the luxury you now [post communismo] rest on.

So, at the time, my grandfather, Henryk, decides to head downstairs to gather his three band members to move stage left. The lower he went the louder the noise from the crowd now gathering outside. A lone protester had been shot for expressing his situation of exploitation. The military police had shot into the crowd indisciminately. Henryk (Pronounced 'Onreik'..) had to find his members and ASAP onto stage, avoiding the militia and military. A crowd member tld him the first was taken, then not long after the second and third. Henryk could do nothing but could not not.. he was stopped by a crowd member and several of the patrons ushered Henryk into the Night Club, smuggled back on stage and left. He was quickly taken off stage by Military police and pushed through the crowd into the prison wagon. The three received consecutive sentences of 5 months, 9 months and two years according to who had been down stairs longest? From there my grandfather was drafted (?) into the Polish/English Army to fight against the Germans on the West, who were attempting to take Poland from the West. Cutting a long story short, Henryk's section were captured by the Germans and he was sent to die in a prison camp. Him and his best friend fled, escaped, exit stage right, and got out of there asap. Along there return to East Poland they were heavily supported by the farmers and town people who gave them clothes and food, their daughters hand in marriage or the occasional donkey, and they went on to return home having crossed approx the same distance to Perth from Sydney (add in German spies, soldiers etc ready to torture and kill and escapees.

They were now close to home. One more bridge to cross and the only one - in winter - no choice. They stayed and watched for any patterns of crossing by Germans, and found none. They took the chance and began to walk casually across the bridge. A very long, time; artificially slow, walk across around two hundred meters.

Half way and their senses flared internally provoking profound responses from their heart, stomach, knees, mind - within seconds of reaching the middle, a convoy of German motorcycle troups, SS in colour, causing profound levels of indescribable fear made worse by the fact that they had to attempt to be casually crossing the bridge as any two famers on the way to the market. Casual was a distant universe at that moment, but without choice they adopted the persona and made gestures of confident greetings. The bikes stopped and waved through the Black SS cars, covered in labels and badges of silver and red with small flags in red, as if dripping 'O positive', all over their internal negative, and fear.. this was to be their last moment alive. They knew that if they showed the slightest amount of fear they would be shot..

The limo stopped ordered by a deep, commanding, powerful voice in back of car, my grandfather, Henryk and his friend stopped.

At this point they had escaped the prison, which was and had not been done at any time there before of after. They had been involved in so many near captures along the way, often saved by the kindness and bravity of the local farmers, saved from a horrible slow and excrutiating death... and now they were closer to capture than ever before.. standing before a high ranking German SS Superior Officer, drunk, with pistol in one hand and whip in other, he began a normal conversation with my grandfather. Yes, no, yes we are going to market, yes we can show you a good cheese man (how they would do this did not matter at that stage - life was for the moment in the present). The friend of my Grandfathers, who had partnered Henryk with the greatest support in team, escaping so many situations together, together they had literally saved each others life walking across Poland in so many different and challenging situations.... but something was wrong and the officer began to focus on Henryk's friend.. Questions were answered well, perhaps too well and the Officer began to lose patience. He called them both over and told my grandfather to walk in one direction to the other side, his friend was ordered to walk to the other, `They both knew what to do. They both knew they would have to walk casually, almost happily across and keep going without turning back. Was it fate that my grandfather was sent in the direction they were originally going? Henryk walked casually, kicking the occasional stone...the noise of the stone scraping along the surface of the ashfelt reminded him of the many concrete pipes they had crawled through, using sewage pipes in order to confuse and evaide the german prison dogs by mixing in the stench of death and shit - so many times - together.

They both knew to walk. No fast or sharp movements, casual body language, nothing to draw attention.

Henryk heard the distinct sound of his friend's feet running, followed immediately by the blat of machine guns and a single pistol shot followed by laughter... and a crumble of human will, a sound he could not remove from memory, a sound they had both heard on their flight from death, many times over.. He could not turn back, he could not run, he could only walk to the other side and then off to a field, or farm house. The cars sped by followed by the motorcycles and Henryk waited till they were well out of sight and sound before looking back.

His best friend who had saved him on so many occasions, lay crumpled. Henryk would have to wait for dark, but by that time the Officer may have identified the dead man - and in so doing, identified my grandfather. He fled to the farthest farm he could get to in one night.

With the sun coming up Henryk quickly realised that he was on the far outskirts of his home town. He watched from a distance and went to many different vantage points to check for German occupation of his home. He saw no-one. He ran to his parents home, the home he was born in, the home he had left two years before.. The feeling of content and safety had risen to the surface, a feeling he had not touched in many months, a feeling he did not trust.. but it was overwhelming. Moving to open the door of his home, he raised his hand to the handle as the door opened just before he touched it.

Hello? A large round officer greeted Henryk at his family home. An Officer in a Russian uniform. Within minutes two other soldiers had arrived and held my grandfather. He was informed that his home village had been taken by the Russian Forces and this was in fact now Russian ground. Henryk was told that whilst he fought against the Germans on the West of Poland, Russia was attacking on the East and had to there succeeded. The towns people had been forced to march across the frozen inland sea to the Northern part of Poland. With minimal possessions, all were forced to march in the winter, across a frozen sea. Beneath his feet, Henryk could see clearly hundreds of meters below, a clear universe in stasis.. still... Occasionally a hoarse would be seen just under the surface, as if projected as a still image, perfect. Occasionally he would see people he knew in contorted poses, some appearing content as if freed from a burden, cold freedom...

He went on to resettle in the North of Poland and met my grandmother. These were somewhat happy times after so much. So much open heart survival. Open heart survival. My grandmothers family would bring their own chapters in survival. It was not long before my grandfather had my grandmother and two uncles as babies, on a boat heading to Australia.... A new life, a brave man, and a beautiful family... soon to be including my mother who was born on the boat, first class.., and these stories are the colours of my DNA.

WATER The Sound of H2o

Claude Debussy and the sound of water.

In the music of 'La Mer', Debussy conjures up many of the sensations associated with the sea: the titles of the three "symphonic sketches" - "From dawn to midday on the sea", "Play of the waves", "Dialogue of the wind and the sea" - show how explicit the inspiration was. However, he also wanted his art to sound free, in a particular way, with 'a freedom derived not from a more or less literal reproduction of Nature, but from the mysterious correspondences between nature and the imagination'.

500 years ago, Leonardo Da Vinci (1452-1519) recorded ideas about vortices based on his experiments with water. In fact, the subject of water, hydrology, and hydraulics made up a large part of Leonardo's lifetime study. As a matter of historic note - more of Da Vinci's writings were devoted to the subject of water than any other subject. The existence of water and its vortices intrigued Da Vinci, prompting him to speculate about the existence and behavior of vortices in the air and cosmos. The power and meaning of vortices in water also led him to closely study the behavior of water under different conditions.

Above Image, Leonardo, Old Man with Water Studies, c. 1513.

This example of the Camera Obscura is to be used within the Meeting room as the lighting or darkening ability of this space is adequate so as to achieve the best image for the iris. Experimenting now.

Parked in time, Dodgem in Korean Amusement Park (Abandoned) Sheila Bocchean 2011

Abandonment and Amusement

A return to Pin Hole photography has introduced me to the work of Sheila Bocchean. Powerful use of light and time, by Pin Hole.
Bumper car graveyard at Okpo, an abandoned amusement park in South Korea. Have located an incredible list of Abandoned Amusement Parks. This in turn has reminded me of the Photo Book concept of Australian Brothel Interiors. The fantasy cave and Plato.

Have initiated a series of Camera Obscura Images - Blue Mountains Landscapes. Exploring the iconic rooms of local Art Deco heritage buildings, and casting images of the National Park within the walls.
Council Sponsorship.
Involve local historical community personalities. Jaqueline and the Jenolan Caves House.