Get ready for another fabulous West End Weekend!

We’ve got heaps of artwork coming in by the truckloads in preparation for the 2011 Hedland Art Awards happening Friday, August 26th from 6pm. Artists from the Pilbara, Gascoyne, Mid-West and Kimberly areas have been working hard throughout the year creating wonderful artwork to be displayed in this year’s Awards exhibition. We can’t wait to set them all out and have a look!

Pre-selection starts next week and then it’s on to the hanging of the artwork where the talented Sean Byford will be lending his skills. August 26th will definitely be the biggest night of the year for the Port Hedland art culture scene!

What could be better than spending a late Saturday arvo walking around a gorgeous grass area while viewing locally, handmade wares, eating delicious food and listening to fantastic music? I can’t think of a better way to spend my Saturday evening and judging by the feedback we received at our last Markets in July, neither can you! Join us Saturday, August 27th , for another brilliant Market experience at the West End Markets.

My mind still drifts to the short films we watched at the last Future Shorts One screening in July. So many great films in such a short amount of time! It’s the good kind of emotional rollercoaster. Join us for the next instalment of Future Shorts One happening Sunday, August 28th with sundowner drinks starting at 5pm and the movie screenings beginning at 6pm. Screenings are strictly 18+ and RSVPs are essential!

In the meantime, check out my current fave from last month’s Future Shorts One: Passing Hearts.

Her Latest Trick

She walks between the florist and the panel-beating workshop
with self-assured intent.  Long shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows
show strong lean forearms, made for labour.  Bare tanned skin
openly faces the bright sun.  There’s something
about the fluid movement in her broad shoulders that spells freedom.
She is ready for (almost) anything.
Dry season living is easy but not cheap.

Harden the fuck up.  You’re in the Pilbara now.

He crawls curb side, safely contained in his battered old Corolla,
front bumper bar half hanging slack.
A soft snail encased in a hard shell.
He leans across the seat, winds down the window and beckons her
like a hopeful FIFO desperado.
Spindly grey whiskers sprout from a full face
flaccid from T-bone and bourbon.

Alone:  he always travels alone.
Walk away or stay and fight?

In that momentary space – one-eighth of an inbreathe,
a heel grazing the pavement – between ignoring or acknowledging
a presence, she pivots left, turning to face him.
Common courtesy prevails.

What about the electricity bill you left without paying?
I know nothing about it.
That’d be right.

An idle mechanic drags happy on his cigarette,
taking a break from late afternoon service.
He pictures an ice-cold ‘Pure Blonde’ cracked open
by a hot skimpy at the nearby sports bar within the hour.

Mmm…..mother’s (breast) milk.

Calm composure evaporates in the arid air,
rising up to the clear blue desert sky.
Later it will fall soft-stealth-silent as dew:
condensation dripping liquid from the eaves.

She spins swift invective over her left shoulder.
The atmosphere gets wet and heavy with angry language.

this place will make you
this place will break you
only if you let it
only if you let it

‘Pure Blonde’ fields her unexpected delivery
on the full, taken aback,
abandoning his amber-ale-reverie.

What the…..?

Sticky Pages

At the back of the transport depot two grease monkeys drain sumps, tune engines and install
light bars complete with buggy whips, hazard lights and flags for vehicles destined for local mine

One of the workers is built like a pregnant gorilla, encumbered by a massive beer gut.
The gestation period is ongoing, like his fly in-fly out contract. His weedy side-kick is a
short, slight chimp, malnourished by alcohol, and weathered brown by harsh sun and
tobacco smoke.

I confidently stride into their diesel and dust domain, buoyed by blue sky and work
purpose, searching for a spare tyre for a Land Cruiser. ‘AT/20 Desert Dueler’ –
rubber and steel engineered into combative precision – eludes me. I stop abruptly in
my tracks. The two puerile (pri)mates are engaged in a clandestine moment of
straight male porn mag bonding.

‘Ducks are on the pond’.

I diplomatically announce my unexpected presence, appropriating a coded male
phrase used in the shearing industry when a woman enters the shed. She may
temporarily transform the surface tension, like a transient ripple upon deep, dark,
stagnant waters.

The magazine, scored from an off-hire 4WD, instantly disappears. Shwheeeet. It is a base
publication, with graphic pages alternating between naked young women, all
air-brushed-arse-and-impossible-tits, and gory close-ups of visceral disembodied

excess flesh…..ooh
mutilated flesh….aah
excess flesh…..ooh
mutilated flesh…..aah
excess flesh…..ooh

‘I haven’t heard that since my army days’, the chimp diverts, eyeing me with sprung

‘Chloe’ with long, languid green legs tapering way up to her neck, winks slyly.

‘Good on you, sister!’ she murmurs in solidarity.

She is etched onto his left arm, below crudely-rendered military service
dog-tag numbers. Rank, but bearing a pitiful dignity.

I turn to locate Desert Dueler, and wheel it out of the workshop with sure
metronymic strokes from my open down-turned hand, leaving the basic apes to their
mechanising ways.

Capturing the Essence: Shire of Roebourne

In July, FORM ran a Place Activation Workshop in Karratha to articulate as a community what makes Shire of Roebourne unique and explore what it can be.

Thank you to everyone who attended, your effort and commitment to the workshop process generated a wealth of ideas. These are captured in the workshop summary. The summary is broken into two parts: a summary of the key big ideas and small wins identified in the workshop; and an attachment with the detailed notes gathered from the workshop.

This report includes the five important ‘tools’ that emerged from the workshop that can inform action from here:

  1. Identified principles to guide community, stakeholder and planning efforts
  2. A developing community identified essence for the Shire of Roebourne
  3. Small Wins identified that can be taken into action
  4. The beginning of a network that could become a powerful group
  5. The impetus to build further on the Karratha Vernacular with a’ Place Vernacular’

The Next Steps

Keep the conversation going

Don’t let the workshops be the end of this conversation, keep in contact and spread the word further about the ideas and outcomes. Remember, word of mouth and your passion to make a difference in this town can help build the core group of champions to make the changes in this town.

We are very excited that David Pentz at the Shire of Roebourne and Jacinta Harvey at LandCorp have indicated they are eager to keep this conversation among all of you going and encouraged a wider community participation. They are keen to establish a community ‘place maker’s reference group and would like to encourage your participation in regular discussions. They’ll be in touch to invite you to participate, or you can get in touch with questions.

For the next 2 weeks a survey will be available online to help capture other people’s ideas here. Forward on the online survey to capture other people’s ideas.

Harness the momentum

The workshops in July were a starting point to a new level of activity in Karratha. The big ideas and small wins generated over these two sessions are opportunities for making your town the place you want it to be. Each person has the ability to make things happen, and collectively we do even more so.

Build the network

Get others involved and on board with small wins and the outcomes of the workshop. The more people engaged and connected to this process, the more powerful it can be. You suggested running a Facebook group to help build connections and create a central place to share ideas. If anyone wants to take a lead on running this group we can help guide you in setting this up.

Take action

Think about the ideas and outcomes which resonated with you the most. Which ideas had the energy behind them? Let others know about how you want to take action, get them involved and start to make the changes you want to see in your town

Congratulations on an exciting start to shaping your place! If you have any queries, feel free to contact Zane Hill or Rebecca Eggleston at zane[at] and rebecca[at] or (08) 9226 2799.

Thank you to everyone who attended FORM’s Place Activation Workshop in July.

Your effort and commitment to the workshop process generated a wealth of ideas. These are captured in the workshop summary. The summary is broken into two parts: a summary of the key big ideas and small wins identified in the workshop; and an attachment with the detailed notes gathered from the workshop.

Christian and Michael also win an AIPP Fusion Award

The Rail Yard – Winning AIPP Fusion Entry – APPA’s 2011 from Michael Fletcher on Vimeo.

Full AIPP results found here

Christian Fletcher: 2011 AIPP Professional Landscape Photographer of the Year

Read more about it here

Complete results can be found here

Purple Circle

In four years I’ve earned half a million dollars and have nothing to show for it.

We bought a bigger boat but then we had to buy a bigger car to tow it.  We bought a Thermomix with last year’s tax return but we never use it: yet another pricey wiz-bang appliance that has morphed into a glorified dust-collector.  The house is full of new stuff that I cling to.  I can let go of people, but I can’t let go of things.  I used to be able to fit everything into a backpack.  It was good.

When I moved in with Dave all I had to worry about was the next holiday destination, clean socks and getting pregnant.  I am so over Bali, that trashed and treasured playground of the North
West.  I am getting bored with Vietnam and Thailand as well.  Broome is over rated, full of litter and long grass.

On weekends he goes fishing out on the islands with his workmates.  I am left home alone, free to do whatever I want, whenever I want.  Glorious!  But I have no good friends.  At least I can relax.  I don’t miss him and I don’t feel guilty about it.  He misses me when I’m away, sexting me in sublimated desperation.

Where have you hidden my socks?

He has a ‘thing’ with socks.

All I ever wanted was a baby and a best friend.  Dave hates children.  He wants to make money, not babies.  The local yummy mummies parade competitively in the park and the café, styling motherhood into a fashion statement.  I am an alien in the town where I was born.

She wasn’t born here, that’s for sure.  I wonder where she is now.   Maybe she could have been my friend.  I felt I could trust her.  She was so sincere, so professional, so…so…EDUCATED.  They were intimidated because she was so articulate.  She challenged the purple circle.  We all watched her squirm; sitting alone in subject silence with no way out.  But she found a way out.  It was everyone else who stayed, too afraid to move on, move out, move up.  We could have been friends but I turned my back and stepped away.  I had too much to lose:  my seniority, our investment portfolio, this mining life.

Who would have thought that work would be so much like school?

Future Shorts ONE International Short Film Festival

31 July · 17:00 – 20:00

Come one, come all to Future Shorts short film festival at the Courthouse Gallery in Port Hedland!

It’s the night before Heddy Cup, so join us for sundowner drinks in the courtyard from 5pm. Screening starts at 6pm!

This is a FREE event but you must RSVP to reserve seats for you and your friends. Please note this event it R 18+.


You’re leaving me after 15 years because he makes you laugh?  What do you mean he makes you laugh?

He makes me laugh.

He makes me laugh.

Go on.  Be honest about it.  You don’t love me anymore.  You haven’t loved me for a long time.  But you loved my money, didn’t you?  You sure knew how to rack up that credit card debt, maxing it out to the limit.  Working me like a dog on a chain, night and day, 13-14 hours straight, expecting me to play with the kids on Sunday when I was absolutely knackered and all I wanted to do was sleep for a thousand years.  Me:  maxed out to the limit.

‘You’re lazy’, you’d say, as they’d pound into my spread-eagled bulk prone on the lounge room floor, loving their bouncy bean bag Dad.  Stranger.  They were seeing more of him than of me.  You were seeing more of him than of me.  He was there in our bed, sleeping in between the two of us.  I could feel the grit in the sheets, smell the grease on the pillow, trace the crusty snail tracks.


You’re leaving me after 15 years because he makes you laugh?  Tell me another one.  That’s the best I’ve heard yet.  See me walk out our front door, laughing all the way to the bank.  Watch me kick that mongrel in the guts with my work boots, smash his kneecaps with an iron bar, cave his head in with a shovel.  Maybe I’ll hire some hit man from down the pub to do the job for me.  What a joke.  The joke was on me, too blind to see, too fatigued to see, too close to see.

Although I did wonder about the assorted laundry powders, publicly displayed on the window ledge, rotating inexplicably like faulty beacon lights, as stable as old gelignite.


OMO:  Old Man’s Out

FAB:  Fucking Arsehole’s Back

OMO/FAB/OMO/FAB/OMO/FAB ad infinitum…..

I miss my kids already.

Sharon Payne 2011

Standing Together: Stories from Roebourne Art Group

On view 26 June 2011 to 14 August 2011 at the Port Hedland Courthouse Gallery.

Drawing on the make-up of their land, the Roebourne Art Group has produced a new collection of paintings that tell the stories of the Ngarluma and Yindjibarndi people and their cultural heritage.

This exhibition illustrates the natural beauty found in the Pilbara desert with special attention to colourful landscapes and unique native plants. Pieces in this collection also depict man’s influence on this region, resulting in sharp contrasts visible throughout the exhibition.

Anthropologist Hamish Morgan explains the cultural significance of painting and sharing the stories represented in Standing Together as a part of honoring Yindjibarndi Dreamtime,

The ‘Dreamtime’ is not only a sacred creation narrative, it is also something that is personally experienced and lived with. The Dreamtime is not past, but is ever-present; it is part of people’s everyday lives. The act of visiting country, the act of telling stories or painting country is all part of Yindjibarndi people’s custodial responsibilities to ‘hold’ the Dreaming, something that happens in both formal (such as ceremony and Law business) and informal (such as ‘going out bush’ ‘taking the kids fishing’) ways.

It is through the sharing of stories in this exhibition that Roebourne Art Group and FORM offer you a glimpse into the true essence of standing, moving and growing together.

Designed and Delivered by FORM

FORM is an independent, not for profit organisation dedicated to advocating for and developing creativity in Western Australia.