Ricky does Mick doing Ned…

26 07 2009

Nige has just pointed us to a fabbo art critica-ca bloggo called ArtKritique, which is now firmly installed on our regular ‘must read’ list. A recent post, naturally, arrested the Gang’s roving attention…Ricky Swallow doing Ned Kelly – a watered down version by this account

 

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Happy birthday Brigitte…

24 07 2009

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Brigitte celebrated a biggie today, but the Gang’s far too gallant to revel specifics!! We quaffed a few champagnes with her this arvo and fanged into a seriously fabulous cake…

 

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Happy birthday schatzie!! And here’s to many more ahead.





Contemporary Primitive, the show…

24 07 2009

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The Bega Valley Regional Gallery is privileged to present, in concert with NAIDOC week, an exhibition of indigenous art featuring the work of three prominent emerging contemporary practitioners; Michael Brogan, Janet Fieldhouse and Tevita Havea.

Contemporary Primitive (named after a series of work made by Tevita Havea in 2007) explores the practices of three artists who successfully straddle the creative demands of cultural duality. While their work is informed by a complex of traditional customs they nonetheless find ways of expressing themselves in a distinctly modern idiom.

The work in this exhibition celebrates indigenous culture firmly set in the context of the present day. All three artists are making sense of contemporary social narratives once removed from mere stereotypical decorative motifs. Their language is current and relevant and quite groundbreaking in a way that still honours tradition and customs, without being confined by it.

 

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 Michael Brogan, A-Jar: Tales for the Modern Home, paint on mission blanket

A-JAR: Tales for the Modern Home: Artist Statement

A-JAR: Tales for the Modern Home was exhibition that had became an opportunity to reconcile aspects of my past in order to move forward. These images incorporate my own personal experiencesto illustrate specific events that have had a significant impact throughout my social development.

The glass jar crystallizes the concept of the self as a living being. In some ways the jar comes to represent the psychological self, the mental self, the emotional-self in a transparent state. The Jar like a body has become a vessel fragile and vulnerable that can easily end up hitting a brick wall smashed, broken or trashed! The image of the jar and the subject matter along with the social content contained within this visual imagery is childlike and innocent, evoking a vague recognition and yet a sinister familiarity to a subtext created out of memory as the trigger for the encounter.

The original idea and concept for this artwork was based on a previous artwork called ‘The Medicine Jar’ back in the early 1990’s. The Medicine Jar was based on the notion of a journey and my concept centered on the journey of life. By highlighting one’s journey, I identified physical scars on the body in contrast to the mental and emotional scarring that comes from the things we learn, accept or discard about ourselves from the forces of life we encounter along that journey.

These particular artworks represent the internal and external aspects of the self. The means through which I am able to give an audience the cues to reading and interpreting the artwork so they became part of the narrative or dialogue I am having with the audience.

 

 

Michael Brogan’s work, A-JAR; tales for the Modern Home, is a metaphoric layering of early life experience as the indigenous ‘jungle bunny’ growing up in middle-class white enclaves in Europe over the course of his formative years. Here the memories, both good and bad/ spiritual or emotionally scarring, are preserved like vital organs in specimen jars; never quite forgotten and stored away in perpetuity. The army, or mission, blankets are redolent of the anecdotal experiences of extended family and are loaded with disaffected social history. His latest work (below) is a point of departure for a new series of work – snapshots of manmade marks (graffiti, signage, etc) on the environment, reconfigured into a fresh way of interpreting country.

Michael Brogan is the Director of the Oorala Centre at the University of New England.

 

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Michael Brogan, Untitled, photographic arrangement

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 Michael Brogan, Untitled, photographic arrangement

 

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Janet Fieldhouse, Ancestor Series-Kupmarri, smoke fired Raku clay porcelain, porcelain, feathers & Dance Series, flexible porcelain 

Artist Statement

My work is an expression of my Torres Strait Islander heritage: the material culture, rituals of social and religious life, and artefacts which are created to fulfill the functional and spiritual needs of the Torres Strait peoples.

I would like the viewers to explore the Torres Strait Islander culture through my art and recognise the significance of Torres Strait Islander art. I demonstrate all this through my individual art pieces that tell a different story about my culture.

Janet Fieldhouse

 

Janet-Fieldhouse-2 Janet Fieldhouse, Ancestor Series-Kupmarri, smoke fired Raku clay porcelain, porcelain, feathers 

Janet Fieldhouse’s Torres Strait Island background is reflected in her woven baskets and smoke fired clay vessels, whereby she uses a distinctly refined, new material (the flexible porcelain) to reproduce an ancient craft. The body of work in this exhibition celebrates customary family get togethers, replete with feasting and ceremonial dancing and song. The artist, who graduated with a Masters of Philosophy in Ceramics this year from the ANU School of Art Ceramic Workshop, has only recently returned from a residency on Thursday Island – where she spent time developing a visual dialogue with the women, particularly the elders, of that community. She’s been primarily influenced by her grandmother and while the works in the main are women’s narratives, the drum (the piece with the cassowary feathers) is traditionally men’s business – and she was amazed to find that women were now encroaching onto what has hitherto been a distinctly male domain. A kind of equality is starting to take hold – and women are quietly shifting away from the confines of gender specific motifs. The turtle is her grandmothers totem and the raku fired vessels represent the coconut baskets used for cooking food in fire pits.

Janet Fieldhouse was the winner of the Inaugural Indigenous Ceramics Prize in 2008.

 

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Janet Fieldhouse, Dance Series-Rhythm, flexible porcelain

 

Tongan born Tevita Havea explores and reconciles the polar demands of his Pacific Islander heritage and current Western/urban existence (Sydney) by making work that underscores the mutual inclusivity of both. He once described himself as a ‘contemporary primitive’, caught in-between worlds. “There are always contradictions when there are two opposing forces, but instead of one dominating the other, I aim to make pieces that are neither ancient nor contemporary, but operate to explore the tensions of the space between.”  His work is a lyrical interweave of  Tongan mythology, creation stories and custom; stories about regeneration and the symbiotic relationship between the feminine and masculine. Vesica Pisces, for instance, pays tribute to the mother figure and the balance of mind body and soul…

 

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Tevita Havea, Vesica Pisces, mixed media

 

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…while Vaka Ika holds the viewer in literal suspense with a breathtaking manifestation of the physical tension wrought between the liberation of the mind and the mortification of the flesh; the soaring (and baring) of the spirit despite the drag and anchoring of the body by the agonising fishhooks of life.

 

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Tevita Havea, Vaka Ika, mixed media

 

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Tevita Havea is a graduate of the ANU School of Art Glass Workshop. He has recently returned from New York where he received the prestigious UrbanGlass New Talent Award 2009. He shows annually at Collect at the Victoria & Albert Museum in London and at SOFA (Sculptural Objects Functional Art) in Chicago and New York (with Glass Art Gallery, Glebe.)

The exhibition is on until the 8th August. For more gallery snaps go here.





Those gorgeous Curtis men…

23 07 2009

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 (above) Hugo, Oscar & Matt

Matt and Harry are holding an informal open studio soiree at Chéz Curtis on the 31st July; no need to RSVP – just turn up and chill out at 114 Urriara Rd, Queanbeyhole from 6pm onwards (ph 6297636 to double check if you don’t believe us…!!)

It’s a great opportunity to enjoy Matt’s latest work before it’s sent off to Axia for its Melbourne fanfare.





Waiting, waiting…

21 07 2009

Yes, still to come…

 

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Janet Fieldhouse’s work in Contemporary Primitive.

All this and more in the next post…





Charles Butcher and Mat Heaney at Sabbia…

21 07 2009

Apologies to those who’ve been waiting (some impatiently!) for this article, but we’ve been sidetracked by all manner of other pressing commitments.

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When Charles (Chick) Butcher invited Megsie to open this show at Sabbia she was somewhat taken aback. The Tilba/Bega connection made sense, as did the contemporary art practice (as opposed to craft) context – but it was a provocative move on Chick’s part given Megsie’s…how shall we put it?…somewhat uncompliant relationship with the incumbent glass Establishment. Chick, only too well aware of the implications has, of course, been diligently pushing his own barrow in that regard so presumably the Megsie factor was, in some respects, a strategic buttressing of stance. Besides, he knew that she’d be completely frank about the work and that she wouldn’t give a speech full of the standard (gl)ass licking platitudes. So far so good. But the lead in to the show was less than ideal; Chick’s mooted trip down the coast to discuss the work/his mindset/the premise didn’t eventuate and a phone call from Mat two days before the event was unrevealingly brief. By the time the delayed Rex flight landed in Sydney there was barely enough time to preview the show, chat up the artists and gauge the work sufficiently to give anything other than a fairly superficial take. Hardly satisfactory from anybody’s point of view – particularly for Megsie who prefers to ponder such things at reasonable length before pronouncing an opinion.

Here, then, is a more fully considered appraisal of After the Object…

 

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Charles Butcher has for some time now been chafing under the constraints of the commercial gallery/glass establishment patronage system whereby emerging practitioners are obliged to conform to hierarchically controlled avenues of advancement, paved by sycophancy and favouritism, which exert a contrived market driven pressure to produce branded collectable product.  Nothing wrong with the latter perse if technical mastercraftmanship alone is your penultimate goal. But if you have a compulsion to express yourself – to practice art as opposed to craft – then the way ahead is not so clear, and for a variety of reasons; the most fundamental of which is having possession of a genuine artistic bent. Because regardless of supercilious protestations from various tertiary nobs, this is not something that can be taught – it’s a (possibly preter)natural ability that you either have or have not. Yes, yes, yes; training in technique is mandatory (craftsmanship provides the essential ‘bones’ of a serious artistic practice), tertiary courses do offer the optimum facilities, an education in the arts is key to an informed and enriched practice. Going to an accredited Art School’s glass workshop is undeniably a crucial component of one’s professional development, but it doesn’t maketh the artist –  it merely furbishes the tools/hones the skills and burnishes whatever artistic sensibility, hopefully, exists.

[And in the worst case scenarios we know full well from anecdotal evidence that it can crush real talent and potential if the student in question doesn’t fit the ‘company mould’ and/or have the requisite balls to soldier on regardless. It takes some people years to rebuild self-confidence and recover from what many describe as creative violation by the academy. And before you all get up on your brittle high horses, this isn’t only confined to glass. n(Ed)]

Charles Butcher, as it happens, has all the hallmarks of the real thing – and with plenty of attitude to match. Technically at the top of his game, he is arguably producing the best cast work in the country as we speak. And not because he’s interested in the quantum competitive stakes (like the ‘I wanna win the Ranamok twice’ brigade.) He doesn’t connive to make work to win prizes (though he does win them nonetheless – he picked up this year’s Tom Malone), he is driven instead intuitively toward the bigger picture and a determined maintenance of unyeilding artistic integrity – resisting any attempts to steer his work towards the ‘safe-haven’ of the manipulated collectors’ bazaar. In other words, he refuses to play the game; he won’t be told what to make by his dealers, he won’t perform like the grateful trained monkey when offered a show and he won’t be brought to heel by those who cling grimly to their tenacious hold on the higher rungs of the glass food chain.

And all power to him for that, because it makes him a fine role model for the next generation of emerging hopefuls. He’s living proof that you can have a successful practice without resorting to the sychophantic scheming that’s become integral to advancement into the ranks of the a-list of Australian glass – the so called “succession” game. Butcher is not prepared to wait submissively for the nod of approval, and neither he should – he’s already eclipsed his ‘teachers’, if only they’d have the grace to concede as much. Technically his work is quite astonishing. It’s got the lot;  mastery and control, exquisite tuning and finish, great conceptual resolution, intelligent design, sophisticated aesthetics…

But wait, there’s so much more – and the single most important element is ticker (aka courage/heart.) When Sabbia Gallery offered Butcher his latest show he accepted on the proviso that he had full artistic direction of the space and that he be allowed to exhibit in tandem with his long time confrère, painter Mathew Heaney (who, like Butcher, has no interest in contributing to the interior decor/designer slant of the current art market.) Purists at heart, both had chewed the art philosophic fat for years and had long talked of co-exhibiting in a show that afforded them a true measure of autonomy; more specifically, the freedom of a visually emotive discourse. Both were into Rothko, and wanted to make work that expressed the physical and emotional; work that reflected their personal ongoing struggles with life, death and the intractable universe.  Both share, like Rothko, a healthy disdain for the stuffiness of bourgeois pretension and a keen sense of dissention (particularly of the anti-elitist variety). Neither has the stomach for ‘being managed’. They behave, in effect, as one always imagined artists should behave – before the latter-day era of professional practice contorted artists into designer-chic middle class conformist drones.

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[Give us the scruffy angst-ridden boho prodigy any day, pl-ease…and Chick, we’re happy to report, has already got the look down pat!  n(Ed)]

 

In After the Object, the exhibiting credo is not unlike that of Rothko and Gottlieb’s in 1942; “We favour the simple expression of the complex thought.” Indeed, hinged on another quotation of Rothko’s, “silence is accurate”, the show is an orchestration of mood that strikes just the right chord of (almost morbid)contemplation. 

Setting themselves a limit of four pieces each,  the formal spacing of the works transformed the gallery into a vault-like chamber (or, yes, a chapel even, if you prefer to stick with the Rothko strain) that lent a sense of archaic memorial to an otherwise conventional gallery space. The limited palette, loaded symbolism and emotive overtones are immediately decipherable; not because they’re obvious or clichéd but rather because they’re so sensitively, and astutely, handled. The block of fathomless black on the rusted cruciform (After the Object 1), for instance,  is astonishingly powerful – and incredibly effective. We don’t need to know the specifics of the quasi-religious rationale behind the piece, we unerringly respond to the arcane nature of  it regardless. And the finish on the glass – so highly polished – is nothing short of superb. This last aspect of Butcher’s practice carries equal weight in its ultimate success – above all else he understands the importance of finish. The pieces standing sentinel at either end of the gallery have the texture of very finely chiselled monumental stone; After the Object 4 glows at the entrance with the soft, matt luminosity of alabaster…

 

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…while  After the Object 3 keeps sombre watch from the opposite end of the room, restrained by a wide black border reminiscent of Victorian mourning paper…

 

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The procession of glass is flanked by Heaney’s large canvasses, hanging the length of the room like huge windows to the darkening firmament; adding ever deeper notes of mournfulness in an unfolding tragi-drama. For Heaney, abstract painting is akin to sound and music and for the purposes of this exhibition he endeavoured to “create four works that would penetrate that same area of the psyche. That area beyond the rational.”  The interregnum between mind and matter.

 

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Heaney’s work most certainly hits the perfect atmospheric tone/pitch, making the show, from a curatorial point of view, highly successful. More importantly, the overall sensibility of the show transformed the venue into a bone fide contemporary art space as opposed to Sabbia’s usual modish craft gallery vibe. In its exhibition blurb Sabbia actually made quite a point of reiterating  “how unique”, “how unusual” the show was for their gallery – presumably in terms of it being a well integrated, carefully conceived and balanced curatorial hang. Perhaps they might re-evaluate their habitual modus operandi and consider the benefits of instigating the exception as the rule. (It’s not a commercially dangerous proposition, after all – three works in this show did sell, and for big bikkies, notwithstanding the squeeze of the GFC.)

Otherwise, we suspect, craft will sadly continue to find itself paley loitering at the fringe of contemporary art…(apologies to Keats and PK.)

 

Megan Bottari is a NSW based artist/writer/curator. She was offered no inducements, financial or otherwise,  for this review apart from a $40 taxi fare in lieu of being picked up from the airport.

For snaps of the opening night go here.





Coming soon…

20 07 2009

Contemporary Primitive, the show…

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Stay tooned.





Postcard from Portland…

19 07 2009

Jamie Truppi from Bullseye just sent through a taster of Steve Klein’s latest work…

 

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Steve Klein, Balance 101, kilnformed, blown and coldworked glass

 

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Steve Klein, Holding 4, kilnformed, blown and coldworked glass

 

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Steve Klein, Exploration 101, kilnformed, blown and coldworked glass

 

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Steve Klein, NorthSea Vessel, kilnformed, blown and coldworked glass.

…and a link to his page on the BullsEye website, where we also found this little beauty…

 

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Steve Klein, Balance 42, kilnformed, blown and coldworked glass.

Very Steve.

Thanks Jamie – we love to keep tabs on what he’s up to.





M16 last Thursday…

19 07 2009

Luna’s just sent through a couple of snaps of Peter and Sarah at the opening of their two man show, Summoning the Rain, at M16 last Thursday night…

 

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Peter Jordan’s digital prints (above) and Sarah Freeman, Veil, egg tempera and wax on board (below).

 

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The exhibition is up until the 26th July.

 Thanks Loons. Hopefully we can manage a quickie up the Monaro to see it…





Sunday sippin’…

19 07 2009

Nige has put us onto a fabbo blog (with a nice little line in general provocation)…robertbonnett.wordpress.com…which today bring’s the joy of the perfeck mojito.

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Thanks, Nige – we’re just off down the street to pick up some limes…

And we love the pink table.