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4jo by Francesca Mountford

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Nervous Doll Dancing...deep electrifying cello, chiming clocks, music boxes, ghostly singing. Moody, sweet, dark,emotional,beautiful. Imagine the dark and mysterious beauty of porcelain dolls, distant memories attached to chiming grandfather clocks, the nostalgic magical delight of opening your treasure box that plays a sweet melody while the ballerina goes round and round and you wonder if she’s getting dizzy yet?

Nervous Doll Dancing is a solo act by Francesca Mountfort. Layers of cello sounds that create dense textures with soaring melodies and sound effects, all created from the cello accompanied by clocks, music boxes and voice.


Morning Glory (obnoxious beauty)

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Morning Glory (obnoxious beauty)

"the only difference between a flower and a weed is a judgement" Photo montage by Gerhard Hillmann
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CATS STREET CANVAS mural

CATS STREET CANVAS muralThis is a wide angle panorama photo collage of the front of the CATS STREET CANVAS mural on Gertrude Street, Collingwood, the first project created for the Undergrowth STREET CANVAS CO. project. After finishing the commissioned CATS mural on the street side wall, we negotiated with CATS COSMOPOLITAN who also owned remaining two walls to allow us to open the space up to other public artists interested in using the wall, then we spread the word and invited crews to com and paint upon the theme of CATS. This is the outcome.
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CATS open source mural (wide)

CATS open source mural (wide)This is a wide angle panorama photo collage of the open source CATS mural on Gertrude Street, Collingwood, the first project created for the Undergrowth STREET CANVAS CO. project. (click on original to view larger version)
After finishing the commissioned CATS mural on the streets front wall, we negotiated with the owners of the remaining two walls to allow us to open the space up to other public artists interested in using the wall. We spread the word and invited crews to com and paint upon the theme of CATS. This is the outcome.

NOMADOLOGY advert

NOMADOLOGY advertUndergrowth #7 - NOMADOLOGY - is now for sale through PAYPAL in Undergrowth's online shop section. If you would like to purchase a coy of the anthology go to http://undergrowth.org/shop Thankyou for your support.

Permaculture at the party

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This summer, with the visionary support and holonomic direction of Naasko and Diogo, a pod outreach unit including Xavi and Delvin travelled to Portugal to rock the tech at a 20,000 person trance festival called The Boom.
This 7 day festival took place in a beautiful rolling countryside next to Lake Idanha-a-Nova in the central interior
of the new Portugal.

With the dedicated wisdom of permaculture designer Jenny Pell directing the gardenic whole system, the plant work of Lev from Israel and the healing intuition of Rosa from Portugal, along with Naasko and the rest of our crew we put together a 5 dimensional permaculture demonstration garden. Our boom team also included the flowing intelligence of our canadian crew on design techness Sijay and Adham as well as open american visionaries on artness Xavi and Carey.
We also had a few helpful volunteers like Mark, Khalid and Squishelle . Together we hosted a huge balinese bamboo temple with workshops from over 16 different countries during the daytime, major presentations in the evening, and a psy-cinema all night.


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Ocean Zen

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Ocean ZenIn Darwin there are no waves, except for during cyclones. The ocean is most often a calm, undulating, flat bed of water. A zen landscape. Instead of surfing, people float here, buoyed by the salt water, disappearing into the sky above. Tim Parish 2005 Nightcliff Beach, Darwin
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Tantra of the Elements

'Oceania' oil painting by Tim Parish

i understand the passage of the winds passing passion
and the cyclone's explosion below the equator's belt of earth,
i have felt the hurricane that bursts forth from the ocean above.
i know the whirlwinds lost in the cities deep valleys, intimately.
i have watched them dancing only with the leaves..
i have listened to them in my reflection.
i have been there too, lost within indecision,
pulled by the strings of desire,
torn by gravities which roar through this streetscape,
spirit funnelled through this corridoor of walls.


Robot> by Levin Diatschenko

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Jungle Fever > by Rak Razam

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We're 45 kilometres out of Iquitos, deep in the Peruvian Amazon, in the great green web of nature with our native Shaman, Percy Garcia. He has the boyish enthusiasm of a physical education teacher, which is reinforced by his western garb - Nike sneakers, tracky dacks and soccer shirt, but he's been trained since he was a boy in the world of the spirits, and of the great plant medicine - ayahuasca.

The night is alive with the sounds of insects and animals, like a constant hum of electricity. The maloca - a wall-less jungle hut - is lit by candles and mattresses litter the floor for the gringos to crash on as their bodies surrender to the pull of the medicine, and their spirits soar.

Percy's gotten changed into his ceremonial garb, a curious mish-mash of western clothes and indigenous bling bling that visually sums up the changing nature of Amazonian shamanism. Jaguar t-shirt, silk spotted pants and trainers, a feathered parrot hat with blue, red and yellow feathers around his forehead, offset with Christian rosary beads and a chacapa leaf fan in one hand.

He sits behind a makeshift altar, a wooden box covered with an intricate, geometrical patterned cloth that the local Shipibo Indians weave to represent the patterns one sees on ayahuasca. The altar is covered with ceremonial objects, little rainbow bead dolls, wooden cups, giant mapacho cigarettes filled with organic jungle tobacco, Nicotinia rustica, a smoke that cleanses and purifies and banishes bad spirits. Percy's got about a hundred mapacho cigarettes on the altar like he's expecting a horde of demons tonight, or he's having a stoner party with Cheech and Chong as the honoured guests. And last but not least, in plastic two litre San Luis water bottles, a thick, dark brown liquid - ayahuasca, the 'vine of souls'.