I've Moved!

Hey guys,

For those who still visit this blog regularly I wanted to let you know I've moved.

I will no longer be creating content for this blog but for those who are interested in what I'm doing these days, you can find me at www.sarahfallon.net!

There are far less pictures but there are more stories, which I like to think this blog was also about, and a whole lot of whimsy.

You can find posts on Hamlet, the business of writing, and sleeping in, as well as original short stories, and book reviews.

I hope to see you there.

Calling All Artists!

While this blog has been dormant for some time now I thought, what few remain connected to it, may find what I have to say of interest.

I have recently been lucky enough to become the art editor of the new lit mag The Drowning Gull. It's set to be pretty amazing and the first issue just recently went live so have a gander.

The second issue is open for submissions now. It’s a nonfiction and art issue with a nature theme so if that’s what you’re into, or you know someone who is, take a look at the submissions page and send us something. You can find some insights on the kind of art I’m looking for on the TDG blog. The same goes for our fiction and poetry editors.

I for one, can’t wait to immerse myself in art once again, I've missed this blog. But now I have another. So if you're keen on submitting to TDG or want to keep in the loop on my work as editor (among other things) you can find me at Read Write Think Repeat. Stop by, have a drink. We can talk about highbrow concepts in art and literature or even better, Masterchef and The Bachelor.

Blogs New and Old

I'm sad to go but I've decided it's time to bid adieu to Visions of Whimsy and start afresh with a new blog.
The content will be a little different, less art heavy, but if you still want to find me you can. I'll be at Read Write Think Repeat doling out opinions, thoughts and yes the occasional picture or two. Please stop by.

Giovanni Battista Piranesi

There is currently a free exhibition of Giovanni Battista Piranesi's work at the Keith Murdoch Gallery in Melbourne. The exhibition features a number of stunning etchings and paintings all centring on the topic of Rome. Looking at these artworks took me back nine years to when I visited that ancient city myself and now I long to return. Here are some of my personal favourites.

The Tiber River

The Trevi Fountain

View of the Sibyl in Tivoli

I couldn't find my particular favourite, Stenographic Insulate Tiberinae, it's a view of an island in the Tiber  and the composition blew me away. I also thought it would be a great setting for a story. If you know where it is online please let me know.

I hope you enjoyed this itty bitty post, have a great day.

At Abbotsford Convent

Below you will find a Doctor Who fan fiction I wrote on the train. It is inspired by one of the creatures in the series but doesn't feature any of the main characters.

 

Walking through Abbotsford Convent at night is not a scary thing. It has been repurposed and renovated into an outdoor cinema, a restaurant and a bar. People fill the spaces with their laughter and conversation. There is nothing to frighten you in Abbotsford Convent.

              I blink.

              Silence descends, the people are gone. Empty chairs and half-drunk beers are all that occupy the restaurant now. I walk towards the cinema and bar listening intently for the sound of a crowd. I round the corner. Nothing but rows and rows of deck chairs littered with blankets and bags as if everyone has gone to the bathroom at once. An old film begins to plays on the big screen.

              To my left is a corridor. A narrow tunnel through the building to the other side. Framed by the tunnel is a square of grass and a small stone bench haloed by the last light of the day.

              I walk through. When I emerge I raise my hand to block the sudden sunlight. When I drop it there is something else behind the bench. I don’t know how I missed it before, but the most beautiful statue of an angel stands before me, her hands raised to cover her face as though in tears.

              I smile… I blink.