Category Archives: Works by Rebecca Olive

Night light

Posted on June 26, 2010 by

There’s something about being in the water at night that is still, quiet, calm and secret. Sitting in the dark, in the water, looking along approaching lines to see, “is it a wave?”, and paddling into the dark and green … Continue reading →

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Wave hater!

Posted on April 16, 2010 by

Watching the film of Kenji and how joyful he is about surfing made me think about a guy I met at a BBQ the other week… It was a breakfast extravaganza on the easter long weekend. Anne invited a whole … Continue reading →

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What I would do, if I could (a coastal person living in the city)

Posted on April 11, 2010 by

Exhausted, tired, fatigued and feeling a century older than I am, I fantasize about a swim in the ocean. But I am far away, in the city. In the north. I should just sleep. The tiredness is thick and heavy … Continue reading →

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Footprints

Posted on March 1, 2010 by

Growing up next to the beach means I’ve spent many, many, many hours there since I was a very small child. Which means that my footprints have also always been known to me. This doesn’t seem very significant, but it’s … Continue reading →

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Greenough re-makes a point

Posted on January 21, 2010 by

I am intrigued by George Greenough. Not with his designs, not with his ideas, but with him – with the aura and mythology that surrounds him. I see him in the mornings when I go surfing at particular breaks. He … Continue reading →

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Surfing in Brisbane

Posted on November 8, 2009 by

I know that Toddy and co reckon cities are for surfers, but I still found this image at the entrance to the Telstra shop in Brisbane (Toowong to be exact) weird and un-nerving as I passed it recently. And maybe I’m missing … Continue reading →

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Ode to a cover, by Plainspoke

Posted on November 6, 2009 by

This is my favourite surfing magazine cover. The now defunct Adrenalin surf skate and snow magazine managed to be and do what a hoard of pretenders want. To exude pleasure, evoke experience and provoke thought. Their manufactured offerings embodied sympathy … Continue reading →

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Photographic Memory

Posted on October 13, 2009 by

She found the picture stuck in some old photo album, deep in the recesses of a box in a cupboard. She peeled it off the sticky-backed page and asked about it – Who is it? Where is it? When? And … Continue reading →

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Washing Away by Rebecca Olive

Posted on August 28, 2009 by

I look in the mirror as I brush my teeth and notice how red my eyes are. The left one is glowing red in the corner, around where the pterygium is slowing growing its way across the blue iris.  My … Continue reading →

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Layne Beachley – one of the boys? by Bec Olive

Posted on May 18, 2009 by

A very thought-provoking and important post reprinted/posted with kind permission from Bec from over at her place: “Making Friends with the Neighbours” Layne Beachley’s latest stunt surfing at Cape Solander or Ours or whatever you like to call it, has … Continue reading →

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