Graham Dean
Profile
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I remember at school seeing a picture of Salvidor Dali’s Persistence of Memory, I couldn’t believe it. I thought, is he allowed to do this?
As a teenager I wrote poetry and was interested in photography, ( my first camera was a hand me down box brownie), but later on I became quite proficient with a 35mm SLR which my Dad purchased and allowed me to use, which lead me to painting, drawing and cartooning.
I purchased an old pedal organ from a local church, studied and started composing music. So was born a jack of all arts, expert of none. But next to my family nothing makes me happier than to create and to experience other artists work. Now as a gardener in a large heritage garden I try to merge tradition, horticulture and art in my work, I have studied ceramics and one day I’ll get stuck into that, and am a member of the Fellowship of Australian Composers. Now with computers and that I have found RedBubble, I am painting digitally and dipping my big toe into animation and multi media.
VIVA THE ARTS, VIVA THE ARTISTS.
gfdean@bigpond.com
Groups
Graham Dean is a member of All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Compassion, Courage & Friendship, In the Moment, Masterpiece: Art, Melbourne & Victoria, My Child's Art, Pakenham Camera Club Outing Group and The Sculptinators.
Journal Entries
Cranbourne botanical gardens
Posted 2 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Self Portrait of Embarrassment.
Posted 3 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Poem: Am I awake?
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Writings
The Botanical Room
My heart is home / A breath delights / As I go to the botanical room. / Her way uncovered / From cloaking mist, / Jangling gold / Spirals her neck / Petals play, floating / Over her shoulders. / The l…
Contrary
Where in my heart / That vacant cave / In Shallow light / Songs, vibrantly grave. A tear touches / Stalagmite / A pond, a trickle / A mellow fright Prayers of the fallen / Atmospheres away / Are…
Radiance
I saw radiance / It was beauty / It had been nurtured / By the shadows / And now caressed / Gentle light / Its glow gave warmth / To me / Having presence, / That welcoming presence / That you keep.
Artisan
I am safe / I can sleep / While the universe caresses me. When awake / My mind plays / With patterns, unendingly. My children grow / Too clever for me, / Their voices the purest art I’ve foun…
I'm Sorry If...........
I’m sorry if I forgot / To thankyou / For every / Delightful moment. If my voice ever / Made you feel / Less than perfect, / If my action lead me from you; / If I failed to hold you close / Or …
Art
Art Soft her voice / With a nations force / Wrapped in a Childs reason. / No fear lies on these visions. / Joy dripping / From every tone. / Majesty cradles / Un-imprisoned hues. / Moments gifted …













