I've set myself the task this holidays of going through the piles of old cds and disks to sort out my very disorganised archive of image files. Today's gem unearthed from a cd burned in 2000, of work made in 1999 is this detail of an installation I did at Strathnairn Gallery in Canberra. I spent a number of weeks covering the walls of the gallery in tiles made from slivers of Sunlight soap - the windows proved particularly challenging but the result in the lighting in the room was a lovely yellow glow.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
After a long absence I'm finally posting again. I started this blog originally to post about work in progress and anything art related - a bit like an online art journal. I then went through the most unproductive art making period I've ever had, aided by a full time public service job. Well there's nothing like a deadline to get me working again and here are a couple of stills from a new dvd I'm making for an exhibition in May. I've been playing around with shadows, sign language and i movie.
I've also been playing 'round with that feeling you have when there's a word or thought on the tip of your tongue but you can't get it out your mouth - check out this Washington post article I found when I was trying to find out if there's a single word to describe the experience. The concept has morphed into working with images that seem familiar or recognisable but contain a certain level of abstraction. I'm not going to post actual moving images until I've shown them in the exhibition because I have this weird superstition about showing new work in public just before it's due to be exhibited. The work is called Touching space and will be on show at Contemporary Art Space, Gorman House, Canberra starting 23 May. In the main space will be Erica Seccombe's fab work Nanoplastica
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Here they all are post bout - battered but glowing. They put on an amazing game with the VRDL (Vic roller derby league) and the final score was 86/83 with the Vic Ladies winning the day.
It's many years since I've been to a sporting event and got completely wound up - yelling, clapping and cheering - the atmosphere in the audience was electric. I hope this is the first of many bouts to come.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
We flew in just 48 hours ago and we seem to have packed in as much as is humanly possible in two days. From running my little legs off to make it to the flight (closest i've ever come to missing a plane, longest distance I've ever run in my adult life) out of Canberra, we then got a taxi driver in Adelaide who asked us for directions to our destination.
Taxi drivers at airports should not be asking their passengers for directions - we knew there was a real problem when I noticed that there was $30 on the meter and we were circling back past the airport. Needless to say some vigourous discussion ensued and when we finally got the the suburb we were heading I asked cabbie to pull over thinking we could jump out and call our friends to come and collect us. He insisted on finding the place and after going 'round in a few more circles got us to our destination. Cabbie did offer to give us the ride for free in the end.
We then decended on the home of Barrelhouse Bessie - star jammer of the Adeladies - roller derby team. (I'm not at all biased when I say this) We did a bit of work on Bessie's outfit for the bout and the dropped her off at the showgrounds for a pre-match practice. While Bessie was doin' derby busniess myself, Mr T and Mr W did a spot of op shopping at an excellent men's op shop. Mr W found a fab tiki shirt and Mr T a superb brown 70's suit. I picked up a coupla nice men's shirts for myself.
More costume sewing was followed by a walk to Bracegirdle's choclate shop to purchase some tasty supplies and then an afternoon nap to recover from the early morning flight.
The pre-bout dinner with some of the Adeladies and partners threatened to get raucous but was kept under control by much loud shushing and stage whispers reminding everyone we were IN A BISTRO.
(Oh I'm overhearing a loud 'phone conversation by the lady in the next booth she's telling someone about some fella in her house who was dancing in a pub with his pants off - when kicked out by the security he smashed a window and ended up arrested - apparently she wants him outta the house...)
Saturday night we headed into town to check out the Adelaide Fringe - we found some friends in the park and, on the spur of the moment went to see the Porno Puppets from Prague - Mr T saw them a few years ago and said they were great. Sadly Mr T was deeply embarrassed - the show was crap - not a scintillating or erudite critique by any means - but accurate nonetheless - Crap.
Walking back up to Rundle Mall we ran into a guy handing out fliers advertising discount tickets to the late show of La Clique at the Masonic hall. Another spur of the moment decision found us inside this gorgeous old deco style building watching some of the best circus performance I've ever seen. Completely turned our night around and had us bawling with laughter, holding our breaths with suspense and gasping at the performers' virtuosity. Sound's like I'm writing a media release I know, but it's true! Captain Frodo the contortionist was ouchy impressive, the two English Gents doing acrobalance like I've never seen before and Amy G doing ukulele slapstick comedy on rollerskates had us in tears. It was a lovely surprise to see Mikelangelo - of the Blacksea Gentlemen doing an intense version of his song Formidable Marinade.
I'll write a roller derby report in a separate post as that deserves not only a post on it's own, but some pics and a bit of video footage and I'll need to get home and download it all.