In Germany again for 6 weeks then 1 week in Tokyo.
British artist, Robert Montgomery’s installations can be seen in public spaces around Berlin—on billboards and at the former airport, Tempelhof. The posters have been up since July and are looking a bit rough around the edges—but I like that. What isn’t rough around the edges is his language. I like that: a lot.

Robert Montgomery
Echoes of Voices in the High Towers
Presented by Neue Berliner Räume

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Elizabeth’s father said to her, ‘never go down the same road twice’ — and she didn’t. Elizabeth Mooney: compulsive, gung-ho world traveller; warm-hearted, loveable lefty without a hint of dogma; Cubaphile; official Friend of Fidel; benefactor to hospitals in Havana and the Botanic Gardens in Sydney (she refused to use the word Royal); enthusiastic advocate for Australia becoming a republic (she wanted it to happen in her lifetime); single-minded campaigner for Sydney’s first inhabitants having formal recognition at Bennelong Point; balcony-feeder of the harbour’s rosellas and cockatoos; and provider of many, many dinners and bottles of wine and laughs about the endless parade of nutters that seemed to have passed through our Potts Point building. She helped a lot of people through rough patches (me included) and rarely said a word about it.
In typical Elizabeth style, she phoned me in Germany to pester me into writing an email about what I was up to. I said I would, said goodbye, then typically didn’t get around to it. Maybe I’m imagining it but in hindsight it sounded a bit like a goodbye call.
As I write, it’s around 5.30pm in Sydney and some of Elizabeth’s friends are thinking about opening the champagne. She lived a good life.
Millinery and photography: Wendi Nutt