GRAVITAS

GRAVITAS

FLYING COLOURS GIRL ART 2006
Check out the Flying Colours Girl Art Exhibition at the Newcastle Art Space

Catherine

RED HOT MAMAS at the NEWCASTLE ART SPACE

Catherine took part in a group exhibition in 2003 with two of her friends Felicity and Vanessa.

During the early 1980s, fresh out of school, Monkee Manson went out into the dark night of Islington.
He watched the Critics at the Criterion, and formed a punk band that played at many parties, and got kicked out of many places.
They were the first Newcastle punk band to have a record out. Read their story HERE

Things grew serious.
The Hipslingers were part of a virtually unknown Australian indie musical landscape of the 1980s.
They existed for a time making their own music, meeting people and playing all over the place.
Read their story HERE

SAINT CHRISTINA

After the Hipslingers broke up (and down), I got a job working in the Lake Macquarie Library system in the early nineties.
One night a girl came into Charlestown Library with a very strange story.
Read about this mysterious Christian saint HERE.

HEAVEN

Everybody has big and small dreams. This is my big dream. Read it in full HERE

MAYFIELD

In 1995 while walking though Mortlake in England chasing the remains of John Dee's House and his angels, it dawned on me that Mortlake was very much like Mayfield.
The place underneath your feet is really important if you know about its history.
Read about Mayfield HERE.

MULTIFAITH ASSOCIATION OF NEWCASTLE
AND THE HUNTER REGION

The multifaith movement began in the Hunter Region on 29th October, 1989 when the Newcastle Baha'i Community held the first local Interfaith Service at the Newcastle City Hall.
Read about their recent activities on the website I created for them HERE.

PROLOGUE

Gionni in the 1980s

From some mysterious thing
We all get sucked into this place.

And what do we do with
Our 'four score and ten'?

We pile up our wealth
And sit and watch the others

Asleep.

While I live
In silence
My trials unspoken
My book (as cold death)
Remains unopened.

Until in soothe
I turn a page
And speak of loves
That once were

And again

Imagined?

Corrupted I fall
Into the earth
Into the sun
Which warms me

Naked I arrived
Burdened I become
Everybody wants your soul.

Did anyone have a clue?
Or make it up as they went along?
They made up their stories,
some nasty,
some crude,
some beautiful
some lewd

So, let us rise and dare to tell

The stories that our lives

Are bound to make.

MEMENTO MORI
Gionni Di Gravio
Sunday 18th June 2006
Wondering How to begin a Website

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