EVENT/FILM

WHEN: Sunday 3rd of June 2012

WHERE: World Environment Day at the University of the Sunshine Coast, Sippy Downs

WHEN: Screening sessions throughout the day

WHAT: The short film Preservation Revolution by Jemma Darlington is a finalist in the EcoFlicks 2012 environmental stewardship film competition. The 5 minute film has been compiled by Jemma using footage from her week long residency at the Wildlife Rehabilitation Ccentre in February 2012.

FILM SYNPOSIS:

The Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre at Eumundi was established in 1997 by Col and Gill Brownhill and takes in sick, injured and orphaned native animals from the Sunshine Coast region, returns them to health and releases them back into the wild.

But management has changed for the Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre within the last 18 months, and it’s now looking to the local and wider community for support. Are you the missing branch in our quest to grow the centre into a sustainable home for the injured and healing wildlife? This is your chance to do something that really maters. www.wildliferehab.com.au

Connect with the Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre on FACEBOOK

MUSINGS

The (not so) faded truth

by Jemma Darlington

It whispered to me from deep, deep within the unevolved crevices of my soul.

Like a snake which whispers softly to its prey in the dead of night.

Through the high winding mountain roads and down into the vibrant green valley it drew me forth.

Like the sun pulls the earth and moon into its golden embrace.

Like the breeze softly caressing the leaves of the gum, and the crisp valley creek flowing its liquid life; it seeped, clung and moved every fibre of my being.

Silently hypnotising; as an enchanted maiden I flowed through the fields of red, purple and gold.

Like the birds and butterflies; who are too drunk on the nectar of life.

A chill in the night to keep my senses from drowning.

As the night howls in the full moon glow.

Like the all mighty Bunya who watches over the earthlings at its roots; I kept my feet in the rich brown soil but found my heart disappearing amongst the stars.

I danced to the beat of the drum, swayed to the rhythm of the days and sang with the chorus of the birds.

Every moment from the first was like a conscious dream; every breath drew me closer to the next. At times it spoke to me so; like flame it rushed through my body and erupted through my mouth and out into my lips, as a smile so warm it melted my heart.

The end of the beginning encased my mind, body and soul in the warmth of this spirited force. Like the mystifying cry and the strong wing beats of the black figures silhouetted in the sky; I was comforted in its presence.

So even though I have left, the colours have fallen and the fires now snuffed, I do not walk away without hope. It has penetrated my skin and united through my veins to my softened heart; which I must mould a new, a stronger force to behold.

Apparently the sparkle of the light still glistens within my gaze. I cannot shake the feeling, and my mind is an intoxicated affair. But my core stays strong, this time not to be fooled. It is tuned into the truth; even if the truth may be a little faded...

PHOTOGRAPHY

Visual Arts

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The Planting 2012

Photography by Jemma Darlington

Creation of Festival decor: brainchild of illumination artist Kerri Howell

Pack-down: just as in nature; creation is followed by destruction

The last night in paradise: a magnificent feast was had by all whom remained. Lanterns by illumination artist Kerri Howell

QUOTE

Follow, follow the sun
And which way the wind blows
When this day is done
Breathe, breathe in the air
Set your intentions
Dream with care
Tomorrow’s a new day for everyone
A brand new moon and brand new sun

So follow, follow the sun
The direction of the birds
The direction of love
Breathe, breathe in the air
Cherish this moment
Cherish this breath
Tomorrow’s a new day day for everyone
A brand new moon, brand new sun

When you feel life coming down on you like a heavy weight
When you feel this crazy society adding to the strain
Take a stroll to the nearest water’s edge, remember your place
Many moons have risen and fallen long, long before you came
So which way is the wind blowing
What does your HEART say

So follow, follow the sun
And which way the wind blows
When this day is done


-Xavier Rudd, Follow the Sun