Darlinghurst Blog: Street Art: Spring

Birds are nesting outside my window, my glimpse of Sydney Harbour is shimmering turquoise, white triangles of sailings boats bob by, a breeze sweeps past heady with the fragrance of jasmine blossoms, the temperature is set to reach 27 degrees and the floral daleks have returned to Darlinghurst's streets. 

It can only mean Spring. Oh, how I love this season with its promise of renewal and adventures under a blue sky. 

An anonymous street artist celebrated the return of Spring with this flowering paste-up that seems to magically grow from the wall of the Griffin Theatre Company's administration building on the corner of Nimrod and Craigend streets.  Are those flowers Violets? I think so, which makes it even more special to me. Pop up and take your photograph next to it before it disappears. 

Darlinghurst: Comics: Postcard

I have just made some cute little pink postcards featuring this illustration, which shows me with the Poos on Sticks sculpture and a rogue Dalek in Darlinghurst. If you would like me to send you a postcard in the mail, please email with your postal address. I will send postcards anywhere in the world, including to my readers in the Ukraine and Pakistan. I have a reader in China too! And, yes, this service is FREE. I will pay for the stamps. Thanks for visiting my blog, and don't forget, My Darling Darlinghurst also now has a Facebook page with special features and exclusive photo albums.

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Darlinghurst: Plant Life: City of Sydney Council's Potted Colour

Every now and then the City of Sydney Council reveals its truly potted side, by installing unusual flower and leaf planter-box sculptures on the footpaths in a bid to spruce up the neighbourhood.

The latest crop of kooky-shaped, green-sculptures arrived last week and if I had more time on my hands, I would have gone to Reverse Garbage in Marrickville, in Sydney's inner west, to purchase art and craft supplies, off-cuts and other materials, so I could creep out in the middle of the night and turn these:

Into these:

I wouldn't need much, just some old tennis balls, pieces of cardboard, maybe some kind of round-ducted device and a handful of sticks, and in a few crafty minutes the streets of Darlinghurst would be invaded by Daleks:

Perhaps I do have too much time on my hands though, because I also dreamt up an idea for a budget craft attack, whereby I would find some old vacuum-cleaner hoses to transform the planter-boxes into that dinky robot from Lost in Space:

But the Dalek urge is much stronger and the similarity uncanny, so despite the City of Sydney Council's intention to inspire thoughts of Spring-growth and plant lovin', I only think, ''Ex-ter-minate! Ex-ter-minate!''

Since Dr Who's foes were installed, near Poos on Sticks on Victoria Street, I have also started having peculiar day-dreams that a seemingly innocent floral-Dalek such as this . . .

. . . would one day pop open to reveal this:

Argh!

But I'm still trying to work out what to make of this: