Comments about Joanne Elliott
Anzac Day Reflections - 1986
Boisterous, singing men trapped in bars by memories
Lone soldier on his sword, reminds us of war's futility.
Omnipresence at St. Mary's
Madonna and the candles, forty cents a wish.
Ritual, locking the yearning into my heart
Splendid release as I walk into the sunshine.
Biennale - we wander soulfully through the artists' hidden selves.
The rag doll, the bouncing ball, the empty chair belong to us all.
Old memories of Blacktown show ghosts of long ago
The click of the slide projector reminds
Us of the heartbeat that will one day ...