PM3

For followers of the 2095'ers ramblings, it would be difficult to not to acknowledge the fact that PM3 had a major impact upon her life as a streetart photographer.

Prior to first visit she had heard various comments by some that it wasn't "their scene" in that it wasn't "street" enough for them.  Being a fairly philosophical person, the 2095 chick did not let this influence her at all: in fact it was the opposite.  And besides, why would you not want to to see something that was street, with its stage being a world heritage listed island in the middle of Sydney Harbour!

Undeterred, the 2095'ers maiden voyage to Cockatoo Island was on the official opening day.  While she had been aware that installations & PM3 starting before the official start date, for some inexplicable reason the chick elected to not go and upon reflection she still is unable to pinpoint exactly why.

No need to dwell or attempt self-analysis (cause this could go on for eternity!) the main point is that she got there.

After exploring the exterior and needing to have a breather, the 2095'er swivelled her head and there it was.  In ya face, drowning with layers, an explosion of colour, HUGE pasteups and in the midst of it all it was.....total silence.  

A complete contradiction of the senses in an almost blissfully suffocating way.

As with most experiences the desire to share via slideshow was a no-brainer. Inspired, feeling incredibly excited and proud that the Aussies were showing the world "how it was done", each sound bite expresses the 2095 chick emotions at time of "production" (or reflection as the case may be).

One must be patient given there are 4 in total and even then they do not cover every frame captured.

Inside came a need to capture as many images of PM3 as humanly possible in an almost obsessive nature.  

Perhaps deep down the 2095'er understood that this may be a one time experience and as it was quasi-street, where things can change daily, such was the desire to capture these changes: hence multiple returns became almost a way of life for the chick.

An intense feeling of sadness and grief overcame the 2095'er at the end of this amazing experience.  Initially excited that the new date had been released the 2095'er could barely contain her excitement at what would be on show at the next Outpost.  Sadly this was not meant to be.  

For reasons that still perplex her, the 2095 chick "got" that the honchos (or those with the moula to fund such an 'exhibition') felt it was time to take away from the artists and transform this "test" to how THEY perceived it should be thus removing entirely what street and art is really all about.

The 2095 chick remains incredibly sad as it seems (or at least in the 2095'ers humble opinion) that the arts are once again left on the side burner by those with the dosh who have some inane feeling of "ownership" and remove the opportunity to educate those who may not fully understand what street art is all about.

On a personal level they have removed the opportunity for the 2095'er (and others) to explore, admire and become hopelessly lost within the world of streetart in a single location.

As such we must thank Ben Frost, Konsumterra and all that contributed to PM3.  The 2095'er must also personally thank each and every artist that she has now become familiar with on a more personal level for without PM3 she may not be able to do her blogs.

As she has a ridiculously high number of images (and even now, they are still not all uploaded) feel free to check out the 2095'ers PM3 set "here" but be mindful that while images remain the property of the 2095'er the actual paste ups remain the property of the artist/s.

The Flour Mill

It was somewhat of a cool winter's day that the 2095'er decided to explore this location known as The Flour Mill.  

Having gone past it quite a few times on the way to work, the 2095 knew where it was, however actually getting there was an entirely different story.

Bearing in mind the her famous complete lack of geographical know-how, the 2095 began what ended up being an absolute epic of a journey which was to be repeated not once, not twice but THREE times.  Massive even by the 2095'ers standards.

Having painstakingly mapped exactly WHERE to go using the web as a GPS and hand written directions (left here, walk up three blocks, right here), the increasing frustration started to take it's toll on the 2095. "What's the bloody point!  I have made a complete balls up of it".

And just when she was about to throw the towel in she spied the light rail and out of the corner of her eye there was some colour!

FINALLY!  Eyes slowly turned upwards and there she was.  In all her glory.  The external of The Flour Mill.

All that was left to do was to work out exactly how to get to this place way on high. As with all perfect timings the heavens opened up.  The 2095'er was sufficiently encouraged to return when the weather behaved itself, she wound her way home content with at least achieving the goal of actually taking 2 photos.

Attempt number 2 again resulted in complete frustration having elected to walk down one of the main streets, the 2095 again became totally exasperated at the complete lack of a) streetart b) her ability to navigate what would eventually be a ridiculously easy route to nirvana.

Ok so 3rd and final attempt: SOUND THE TRUMPETS!  CLAP THOSE HANDS!  Yay....and then with a little bit of self chastisisation ("you idiot!  all you had to do was walk that last block!) and the spying of a very obliging bend in the fence, the 2095 chick climbed through and found what she now presents to you as The Flour Mill.

Recently this lot has finally had some movement and sadly the walls will become bare and sterile so The Flour Mill we commend you.