Owl, Penguin, Seahawk and CHIIP

Jet, Serafina and Fynn
1st Grade
Woodbridge School,
Tasmania

Aidan
1st Grade
Woodbridge School,
Tasmania

Walking through Salamanca Markets in Hobart with Twyla asleep in the ergo on my back, I found these cards made by first graders at Woodbridge Primary School as a fundraiser.


I see birds everywhere now.

It feels like the whole world is flying!

Lilly and the Love Bird

"Love Bird" Humphrey, 6, Perth
I painted this at a bird sanctuary in Kalbarri.
I've been to Kalbarri, it's so fun, there is a river just over the road

MY FIRST FLIGHT

Received the “The Mystery Envelope” filled with postcards, drawings, photos and other pretty things.

One postcard read “Imagination can take you anywhere”.

Where is my imagination?

In between my eyebrows I found my secret eye!”

I found myself lying on a white gigantic moving cloud.

Sliding down the colour blue all the drawings started to take shape and with my magic camera I took photos of my “First Forever Flight”

Elena Iacovou, Sydney

Lilly has landed with washing flying, commissions circling, girlchild growing and bits of the circus still in her hair. Immediately our live chat email picks up where it left off and we thunder through a thousand overlapping thoughts, proposals, questions and winged things. The BIG bird flock is circling in a holding pattern that is awesome to watch.We are completely caught up with the BIG navigation and begin again amid the heady slipstream of continuous first flight.

Victoria Crowned Pigeon, Bali, by Jo Vanderzwan, Perth



Composed and ready for take-off



Alexia, 16, Perth



Metabirdy, Image from Metadance by  Chrissie Parrott, (dancer Sharlene Campbell, photo by Jon Greene)



Bird Call has officially closed.
To the artists and kids that have contributed to our first ever call out,  THANK YOU!
 You have given such BIG wings feathered with Bravery, Imagination and Generosity.
 We will continue to pilot this flight with you as we prepare the LAUNCH edition of  BIG.
All birds and flights that have answered the call will be published in the next couple of weeks. If you still have a bird that is jostling to join the flock, please fly it and we will do our best to include it.

It is midnight and I close the big sky to get some sleep.
BIG is composed and ready for take-off,
a metabirdy in resonant light. x

 

  

India and the Island bird

We are 24hours out from the end of our BIG Bird Call and you still have time to contribute with your birds, words or flight details. Today, two long distance birds soared into the BIG nest, and it seemed impossible that they could fly so far. If your bird has not yet appeared, please be sure it will fly in the next couple of weeks as we get our BIG sky in order. We have so many awesome birds here waiting in the wings and contributions are posted when a match is made, not in the order of arrival. It is getting so very noisy in here now and we couldn't resist the momentary calm that quietened the flock with the landing of Sreyasi's Kite, and Anica's Shape of a Bird.

Sreyasi, 12, India

The Shape of a Bird

I gave her my heart, and she flew with it, in the shape of a bird, all the way to far, far, far.

She never once said she’d give it back.

When she arrived there, they didn’t know what to make of my small heart, so far from home. A soft, pulsing thing.

I waited. I waited hundreds of years for her to finish with it, not knowing it was in her nest, beating without me.

The nest was deep and filled not with eggshell but with the things that once mattered to her.

My heart was one of them.

Anica Boulanger-Mashberg, Hobart, Tasmania

Anica is editor of the very beautiful Islet Magazine.

The familial nest

Families are incredible structures in themselves. Your position in the pecking order determined by so many things. We love the way this awesome family has got together to contribute these portrait birds in the familial nest (baby Joe's contribution was to sleep in order to allow time for the whole creative process to take flight!) We also love Karen's Earthly Joyride blog of creative ideas. Very cool. Thanks guys!
Note to all bird-watchers: If you want to add your creation to the BIG blog, you have five days left to fly them here!

A square of florist foam, rounded and hollowed out. Lots of thick impasto glue. An impressive array of twigs, leaves, gumnuts, bark and fronds from a walk around Studley Park Boathouse a few weeks ago. A few pairs of eager hands willing to stick, dig, place, manipulate and create a bird's nest.

Tom comments on the skills of the birds in building their nests "without even a base like we have! And they don't have hands!"

More glue for the birds. Torn newspaper over polysterene balls. Two big ones for the Mummy and Daddy birds. Three smaller ones for the Tom, Annalise and Joe birds. Paint colours selected carefully. Cardboard beaks added and pinned. Eyes painted and wings created.

Each little bird carefully placed in the best nest position. A little nudging and shoving. "I want my bird to be next to the Daddy bird!"

There, it's finished, it's us.

Karen (37), Tom (7) and Annalise (4), Melbourne

 

Birds never land, cats never catch them



Che and bird, Eva fernandez, Perth



"Che" is the cat of fab Perth photographer, Eva Fernandez, and he has featured in a few theatrical photo-shoots about town! You can see more of Eva's gorgeous studio and childrens portrait work here and more about her practice here. Che pounced here at BIG unable to resist being amongst all these birds. He certainly caused a bit of a flutter in the BIG sky but luckily I found Hannah's bird, who travels by stealth and looks never to land near dear Che as she rests while remaining in perpetual flight. A sky bird who never lands. (I can think of a few of those!) Still, I put my words between them, just in case. Meowww.



Hannah, 11, Perth



The Viollisa Bird / TILT

"The Viollisa Bird", Makaela, 7, Perth, created for BIG, Jan 2011

The Viollisa Bird
Talks to other birds through song
Front eye for direction
Back eye for safety
A glowing light comes off the bird so other birds can see it
PS. it's only able to be seen in the darkness

TILT

Every airport has a particular smell. Hong Kong International Airport's a dried fish/market stall smell while Heathrow is all diesel dust and desperation. Landing in Adelaide Airport smells like normality to me, sunlit acres stretching to a thin horizon out the windows, an abundance of space and light, a welcome respite from the winter I had just left behind in the UK.

It's only an hour, transiting at the airport towards this trip's final destination in Melbourne, but it's an intense flavour burst of the familiar. I fall back into the speech patterns I know.

--Hey, how you going? Boarding pass, please.
--Good, thanks, how're you?
--Good, thanks. Right, that looks good. Here you go. Have a nice flight.

The plane tilts left after the thrust of ascent and the land drops away, leaving me with just a teasing glimpse of a blue stretch of water and a golden line of sand, wavering out of sight.

Ivy Alvarez, Cardiff, Wales,  written for BIG, Jan 2011


A small black borrowed journal flies to me holding the most beautiful bird in its pages. The Viollisa Bird. From far away a writer sends me words in airport transit. Tilt. The writer and the young artist have never met, except in this sky. There is a new flock of birds in the BIG email. It is amazing how each bird finds its BIG mate. If you flew us a bird, rest assured it will fly here soon when a match is made. If you want to join the flock, send us your bird/words by Feb 14th! Lilly and her very own Viollisa bird will soon tilt back here from the Bay of Fires with bird drafts and beginnings sketched on dry leaves and under skin. She is BIG time missed.

The restless nest



Ariana, 20, Perth

 

 'Nest' by Jessica Jubb,  Perth



It is back to school today for West Australian kids. The official start of the new year, and one that sees me with only the girlchild left in the nest. The Boys delay and delay the official holiday end. They are home birds both and I will miss the constant hum of song and activity here. 

I am also ready to find my way with time again. The rhythm of work in relation to sleep patterns and school pick-ups and studio space. The order of things. A deliberate choreography. 

I pick up the irregular feathers that fall from their backs as they leave and stick them onto my fingers.