Don’t box me in.

Art, in all its manifestations, is the highest expression of human creativity and imagination. It represents a unique moment that allows the artist to externalize all his boundless interiority.

While creating an artwork it is important to consider the involvement not only at the conscious level but also relatively to the unconscious recesses of the soul. It symbolizes, as Shelling claimed, the extraordinary fusion of an unconscious phase, inspiration, and a conscious one, realization of the idea. It illustrates the stupendous union of opposites: what is concrete and what is not, what is visible and what is not. “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.” (Saint-Exupery 73). I always loved this excerpt from Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s masterpiece, but only now it begins to appear perfectly clear to me in its meaning.

While creating an artwork, the artist is able to isolate himself from any external element of disorder and contrast, becoming one with what is producing. This union almost mystical shows clearly how creativity and revelation play their role as part of human experience. These characteristics may be more evident in visual arts, but  in my opinion they are extremely evident in other artistic fields too, such as literature and music. Everything is up to who is looking at the painting, who is reading the poem and who is listening the melody. Artists are ingenious creators of beauty but enjoyers are pure souls ready to seize it.

The social function of art, in an era dominated by modern mechanization and exasperated by the emergence of technologies, becomes a strong reference point to reaffirm the essence of human nature, to enhance its “genius”, intended as a natural talent, free and imaginative, capable to fly through the infinite paths of creativity. The artist, whether he is a writer, poet, musician, painter, cannot be classified in strict patterns nor be analyzed scientifically, because his work, as Kant said, is the result of spontaneity, authenticity, immediacy, applied in a manner unmistakably personal. Thanks to that, the art world stimulates our creativity and it allows to exit from the modern conformism, from the gray repetition of actions, from banality, arriving in a magical area where who matters is only the man and his marvelous uniqueness –

Personally, I am grateful for this semester. I had the opportunity to discover a lot about this amazing country from different points of view. My ignorance was shocking..and this is why I want to continue to learn about it even if I will shortly leave. Honestly, I never expected to be involved this far. I loved to explore Australia’s painters during the visit at the Art Gallery and I was deeply struck by so much  beauty –

For the first time I approached the extraordinary poetry of Australia’s greats and I also wrote about them thanks to the blogging experience. I had the possibility to critically explore my thoughts about contemporary themes too. While writing the blog each week, I remembered when I used to write my diary each night after school. I will never be able to fully express my gratitude. It is much more than I could ever imagine.

“Art distills sensation and embodies it with enhanced meaning in a memorable form” Barzun


Works Cited

Saint-Exupéry, Antoine De. Le Petit Prince. Flammarion, 2001. Print.



Question mark

People considered adults are not necessarily rational and sometimes they can be extremely dangerous. The Appin Massacre is a clear example: In 1816 Governor Lachlan Macquarie ordered three military regiments to the Appin region to “rid the land of troublesome blacks”. Men, women and children were chased from a camp near Appin, over a cliff, and to their deaths. Officially, 14 people were killed, but the history teaches that the adverb “officially” unfortunately does not always have the same meaning. “It must be done”  (Junger 57). Too many tragedies have been justified with these four simple words. The problem is that this world has a short memory, very short. We tend to delete too easily what we have done and what  is part of our history, even the most obvious and documented historical truth. If we delete it, we will not be able to react to the new forms of violence and racism. Therefore, I invite everyone to study and to remember. We are in favor of life, which is friendship, dialogue, brotherhood, solidarity, communion of material and spiritual goods.

We are deeply sorry. 
We will remember them.


Works Cited

Junger, Sebastian. War. New York: Twelve, 2010. Print.


A phone Call

“We said hello at half past one                                                                                                                       All our chores for the morning done                                                                                                           And as we spoke about our day                                                                                                                     The world began to fall away

To our highest hopes and deepest fears
‘If I had one wish, I’d wish you here’
The tantrums and the horror shows
The stories only you would know

All the while, with the ticking clock
Laughing as if we’d never stop
We said good night at half past ten
At midnight we said good night again.”

Lang Leav

I am here with the body but my heart is at 16344 km away .

She writes that she loves him.

Time passes.

The postman arrives.

He reads her words and thinks: “these words still have the same meaning after so long ?”

Thank you David Davies for representing my daily pain in your painting “from a distant land”.



Hi Annabelle, to be honest this is one of the best entry I’ve ever read in this semester. You have done a fantastic job and your blog is looking fabulous! For this article, I just loved the way you used the picture of double meaning to show how different points of view work. It is really creative and it shows you deeply questioned on poetic writing. Moreover, I particularly like the way you analysed each line in the table: it’s simple and very clear for the reader. I think you should be proud of yourself! 🙂


Shine on

Just a drop of water to drill a stone.

Just one star to light up the sky.

Just a flower to brighten the desert.

Just a smile to give life to friendship.

Just yes to make yours the beloved.

Just a tear to clear a mountain of sins.

Just a penny to built a great treasure.

God you are extraordinary

because you consider great and wonderful what is small and ordinary,

because you don’t use meters for measuring, but always the silent and the hidden heartbeat.

Help me, Lord, everyday to always give you the best of me, even if it is little.

Help me, Lord, everyday  to do ordinary things with extraordinary heart.

I wanted to start my post this week with an ancient prayer that I particularly love. My mom taught me this text when I was a child. That’s why when we talked about this fascinating theme in class, it came immediately to my mind. And plus, it seems right to write a tiny tribute on the occasion of Mother’s Day. Although we are far away, I always think of her. Getting back to the starting point, I think the prayer’s  last line is extremely close to what Patrick White wrote in “The Prodigal Son”: I wanted to discover the extraordinary behind the ordinary.  I believe the ordinary meets the extraordinary every single day. According to the sense given by the Catholic Social Teaching, Christian perfection consists not in doing extraordinary things, flashy, famous … but in living everyday life in an extraordinary way (Cullen et al. 13). This vision allows me to see the daily routine so drastically different. Life hides incredible treasures and  extraordinary things are repeated constantly around us. Unfortunately we are distracted and insensitive to their real value because of our blindness. We should look at our daily lives with wide eyes savoring the miracle of the morning rising after each dark and deep night, the miracle of the sun which warms us though so far from us, the miracle of flowers that shine with different colors, of all the nature that surrounds us with its magnificence, the miracle of life in the belly of the expectant mother. For this reason my advice, especially in the most hectic days, is simply to raise your eyes to the sky for few seconds and look at the clouds admiring the grandiosity of life.

“It’s a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you’ve forgotten about.”                                                 From “American Beauty”


Works Cited

Cullen, Philomena, Bernard Hoose, and Gerard Mannion. Catholic Social Justice: Theological and Practical Explorations. London: Continuum, 2007. Print.






I want you to know how much I appreciate your understanding of the topic. I find very interesting your connection with the metaphor of the open doors. He helped me to focus more closely on the words “closed..doors” skilfully used by the author in a negative sense. It is also really impressive the way you move into contemporary scenarios, as the recently celebrated anzac day. The only criticism I have for this blog entry was that you only did a little bit of analysis. It would have been good if you expanded upon this literary analysis a bit more. For example how  Mary Gilmore uses the last terms of the last line “side by side” to explicitly refer back to the title “The Measure”. Other than that I really enjoyed reading this post and cannot wait to read more!

Lost & Found

“When I saw his work-swollen hands, with the finger-nails worn to the quick by the abrading stone, I felt a stone in my heart”. With these words Mary Gilmore spoke of her fist meeting with John Shaw Neilson.  For most of his adult life he worked as a labourer, fruit-picking, clearing scrub, navvying and working in quarries. He attended the school for less than two years (precisely for 15 months) . He became one of Australia’s finest lyric poet. I was immediately captured by his peculiarities and that’s why I chose Neilson and  one of Neilson’s most popular and best known poems , The Orange Tree. Its beauty is unquestionable and its theme is incredibly deep. “I saw not what her young eyes could see”. The futility of attempting to understand anything by reason, as embodied in the man’s suggestions, is an incredibly contemporary theme. Wonder is a feeling that does not belong to us anymore. The positive surprise, which suddenly stops us after seeing an unexpected scene, seems to be lost. We are bombarded with thousands of images each day: on PC, on mobile, on TV, on posters and magazines. But none of these surprises us anymore. There are continuous studies looking for the best way to intrigue the increasingly sophisticated viewer’s eye. It is more and more full of information, more and more saturated with emotions and also more and more tired. Maybe we should just try to look again at simple things. Neilson encourages us in the last stanza to become part of the nature itself. “I am listening like the Orange Tree”. This is a very poetic image ad this is his way to “maintaining the frame and order of the world”. We should educate ourselves to rediscover little things, to enjoy all those things that we meet in everyday life and that too often are forgotten: the sunsets, the auroras ,the smiles, the blossoming of flowers, the birds chirping in flight, the soft rain, the care we put into doing something with passion. In other words, we should try to live immersed in magic, to use the eyes and the heart and to enjoy the ride thinking about when we were kids.