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An insight into the life of Australian artist, Bill Pidgeon (Wep) 1909 – 1981
Posted on January 30, 2011 by Pidgeoncoop
Anyway I’ve had the dutiful tramping around, being the best poor quarter finder in the world. I don’t know how it is but as soon as I start walking I finish up in the poorest area. How is this?
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Posted on January 29, 2011 by Pidgeoncoop
Thu 28-Sep-56: Left Rome about 3pm after cancelling early trip. Got luggage in from Karachi. Arrived Venice about 5:30pm. Trouble about accommodation. Cashed £5 CIGA Hotel Regina, Venezia (Wouldn’t it!) http://www.westineuropareginavenice.com/en/hotel-history Wed night [actually Thursday 28th] 27 Sep 56 Happily my bag arrived intact & with a great steel band around it, to protect [...]
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Posted on January 29, 2011 by Pidgeoncoop
Mon 24-Sep-56: Took off 8:30am through Bangkok, Calcutta and Karachi, flew all day & night, arrived Cairo 3:55am. Tue 25-Sep-56: Landed Rome 10am. Found suitcase had been left at Karachi. After lot of bother settled in Splendor Hotel. Cashed £10 Wed 26-Sep-56: Walked miles saw Vatican & Coloseum [Roma, Italy, Splendor Hotel via Luigi Luzzatti [...]
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Posted on January 29, 2011 by Pidgeoncoop
Sat 22-Sep-56: Left Sydney 10:30pm – slept most of the way to Darwin. Plane very empty. Sun 23-Sep-56: Took off 8:05am. Arrived at Singapore 3:55pm. Saw Ian Hamilton and had fun at ‘Happy World’. Slept at Raffles Hotel. Cashed £5 [Berrimah, Northern Territory] 7am Sunday Dear Mugs, Had a magnificently smooth trip up and landed [...]
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Posted on January 29, 2011 by Pidgeoncoop
In 1956, acclaimed Australian artist, William Edwin Pidgeon (WEP) was issued with a Visa for travel behind the “Iron Curtain” to Hungary and Romania as part of a cultural exchange program. This series of posts will include extracts from letters he sent back home to his wife, Dorothy describing his adventures and depicting the places, [...]
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Posted on January 11, 2011 by Pidgeoncoop
The sky was fit to worship. Never was sky so transparent, nor colour so pure. The far distant mountains are lines with a needle point against the sky. Atmosphere as experienced in the Blue Mountains is unknown. Miles and miles of etched clarity backed by a heaven of marvellous amethyst, now turquoise, now an infinite blue. One wants to be enveloped in the glorious glaring nothing. Never to my dying day will I forget the skies of the Southern Alps. The finest days in the country elsewhere cannot emulate such masterpieces. As we know them the heaven’s colours are neutralised by dust, destroying the limpid purity. There, no dust trammels the scene and the snow reflects the brilliancy of the sun back into the heavens creating a magic dome of unpaintable magnificence.
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