the beast

street art, Rochford Street, Newtown, Sydney, NSW Australia
street art, Rochford Street, Newtown, Sydney, NSW Australia
Sunday, the Sabbath
day of rest
I woke, crying
mourning the life
we feed the insatiable
six headed monster
working week
Monday again
the beast, is back.

glory glory to… pizza

Pizza a al G.O.

Pizza a la G.O.

Actually the words are glory, glory to South Sydney but our beloved Rabbitohs missed out on a grand final spot, losing the NRL football final to the bloody Manly Sea Eagles last night… Vengeance will hopefully be ours when the Sea Eagles get done in the grand final next weekend by the winner of tonight’s final between the Newcastle Knights and Sydney Roosters. Go the Knights.

Back to the pizza… Celi at the thekitchensgarden as a last hurrah for the Home Grown September Challenge suggested Pizza Friday. Every Friday is pizza Friday chez EllaDee and the G.O., and over the course of August evolved from Friday night pizza home delivery to Friday night homemade pizza. It’s been a chapter in the move from supermarket shopping to farmers markets which I’ll espouse in due course over on elladee_words.

Pizza a la EllaDee

Pizza a la EllaDee

The ingredients for our pizza were leftovers from the G.O.’s lunch bits and pieces: provolone, mozzarella, fennel salami and green olives from the markets at The Grounds of Alexandria; bases from Salts Meats Cheese; Swiss Brown mushrooms from Eveleigh Farmers Market; white anchovies in the fridge; and a lucky jar of artichoke tapenade from Fiji Market in the pantry. The homemade sauce was Celi inspired: for the first time ever, I recently turned 2 kgs tomatoes into crockpot tomato sauce with basil, garlic and onions.

The G.O. distracted by the football drama playing out on TV made an artistic rendition of his pizza by leaving the pizza cutter cover on, which we remedied and he simply applied a rustic effect to mine.

When speaking of the champions
One stands above the rest
Of glories old and records proud
When often put to test
Of fine traditions, history
That others cannot best
They wear the RED & GREEN

Glory, Glory to South Sydney
Glory, Glory to South Sydney
Glory, Glory to South Sydney
South Sydney Marches On

a game of tag


In the comments to take the money and ride…  I was asked “what’s tagging?” I responded “Tagging is where the graffitists spray letters or a symbol that represents themself or their gang, and as they often spray over street art or indiscriminately, they are quite unpopular.”

But as Frederick R. Barnard said in 1921, a picture paints a thousand words… the pictures in this case being the ones I took this morning at St Peters train station.

take the money and ride…


One of the earlier items of street art featured on elladee_images was the old Waratah Motor Spirit advertisement uncovered by the demolition of the neighbouring building after a fire. But some idiot tagged over the Waratah Motor Spirit advertisement, then it was painted over.  Yesterday the G.O. and I spied a new piece of street art on the same wall.

However as the G.O. noted, the empty site on King Street, Newtown is about to become a residential apartment complex, all pre-sold, so the wall and the street art won’t be visible for long… and the developers will Take the Money and Run.

King Street Newtwon, Sydney NSW Australia

Postscript: I went back and tried to get a better shot of the silver spaceship on the right but it’s obscured by the chain wire fence, and lacks the clarity of the rest of the artwork.

You don’t make art, you find it


You might wonder why many elladee_images posts focus on street art in one form or another. Or you might not.  But anyway…

In August 2011 the G.O. and I moved 2.6 kms from the Sydney city fringe village of Darlington where any unofficial art painted on-street surfaces seemed to be immediately “tidied up”, to the Inner West village of Erskineville at the St Peters end, neighbouring Newtown.

I wasn’t too happy about the relocation. What redeemed it? Street art. We’ve always been regulars in and around Newtown where murals and street art have long been evident but at about the time we moved street art came out of the back alleys and into its own right especially around our new neigbourhood. In the ensuing time since our move even Darlington has come along.

My day to day life is pretty routine so it’s a boon for me to be going about my business and come across a new offering. I’m not alone in my appreciation of the art form.
I read a recent interview with local street artist Nico.

“… I enjoy painting the inner west because I feel that the works are embraced here more than in any other area in Sydney. Painting in the Inner West is always a pleasure, as there are so many people here that really appreciate the artform. In my opinion, the Inner West is far more progressive and culturally aware than the rest of the city…”

At the moment, I’m enjoying the relaxed form of stencils and paste ups. Here’s a few more I spotted recently.

 Why do I love street art? This says it best.
“Art is an evolutionary act.
The shape of art and its role in society is constantly changing.
At no point is art static. There are no rules.”
Quote: You don’t make art, you find it ~ Pablo Picasso

the kindness of strangers


Sydney has just experienced 10 consecutive days of miserable rainy winter weather, and I haven’t been out much. Inspired by a quick walk up to Newtown in between showers yesterday, greeted warmly enroute by our little grey furry buddy Davros, I put together a retrospective of neighbourhood cat photos.

Due to our city, tiny apartment, work centric existence the G.O. and I cannot rationalise completing our household with a cat or dog, as we both have in the past.

To allay this lack we make financial contributions to the local Cat Protection Society and when out walking avail ourselves of local neighbourhood cats happy to offer attention, pats and a top up of fur.

“A neighbour’s cat, sitting on the wall, waiting to be stroked, brightens up an  otherwise miserable walk to work.” Author Unknown

No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch.” Lleo F. Buscaglia

There are also two neighbourhood dogs on our route both of whom we’ve known since pups: Jasper, on George St, a black lab who barks whenever he sees my phone-camera; and Axel, on Flora St, a bull mastiff who requires both hands for a pat. Hence no pics.

If, as I do, you enjoy virtual cats, you might also want to take a look at these blogs:

Ginge Club

Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge



Pete Denton – Writer

Kitty Bloger

Seven Legged Express Journey

and the post about how the G.O. and I came to live in this neighbourhood thanks to a ginger cat.