Tonight we were struck with the need to drown our sorrows, and found solace in Absolut Pear Voddy.
Omigoodness, have you tried that yet ? It’s seriously gorgeous (too perfumy for Pa, but.)
We weren’t sad for long – well, we were sad, but it was a quality kind of sad…
Uh oh – we’re about to hit Melbourne again and still haven’t posted our last visit to Ian’s studio. Best we do it now, we reckon, before we go…
Actually, it’s kinda timely – he’s in the throes of moving studio as we speak, so this is a bit of a sayonara for the old digs. We’re going over on Saturday arvo to check his work-in-progress for Tour de Force, and then he’s totally ‘roll ’em up, move ’em out, rawhide.’
We love that voyeuristic bizzo of checking out all the goodies lurking in the corners of artists’ studios…particularly the art that they buy for themselves, and the stuff hanging around from (ongoing)collaborations.
We were down there to talk turkey about TdF, but what a great opportunity to trawl through his long term, seriously awesome (‘that word’ used advisedly, Nige) body of work…
The hour-power that goes into these hand-carved pieces is just mind-boggling.
Mowbray is one serious dude.
But wait, there’s more…
And then it was off to his exhibition at Dianne Tanzer Gallery in Fitzroy.
More of this incredible stuff (yep, another technical term) here.
Okay, sometimes we think it’s just a size thing – and from that point of view Ian Mowbray is definitely the smartest man in Australian glass. But from an artist’s point of view, he’s the poet in the pack. He’s the one who really gets it.
All that and more, here.
Darlings!! The roofers have landed! They’ve had to hold off for the last coupla weeks because of the wind…
As much as we need the rain, maybe not just yet…
Spotted on an earlier trip to Melb (when we were at Diane Tanzer Gallery with Ian) and buried under a pile of posts…
Dale Cox, from the Inland series 2007. Check out his gallery page here.
…spotted in Sydders, Nige.
Well, how gorgey is the weather! Nothing for it but a doggy-day on the beach…
Noice. And it’s still winter…
There may be a god after all. Nigel had alerted us to a new blog, Teraphim.org, coming out of the ANU Glass Workshop, courtesy of a new postgrad student. Historically speaking we weren’t about to get our hopes up apropos the possibility of any stimulating tenor of critique. But we’re always delighted to be proven wrong. Goodness gracious – signs of an unfawning public dissection of the Ranamok. Who’d’ve thought!! Whacko!!
Meanwhile, there is some chatter about the kitsch boomerang piece (which, btw, nobody had initially sent us an image of; presumably in case we nominated it for the woofer award) but we want to point out that, in our humble opinion, is it far from being the most execrable in show. Lets face it, darls, if we came across it in an op-shop we’d swoop on it in delight.
We’ve not seen the show in the flesh yet, but from the slide show of finalists we suspect our pick for Dog of the Show still resides with the mob we’ve awarded it to for the last coupla years (or more)…
…snaps of the Ranamok, that is.
Mickey & Helen
Jen & Michelle
A teary Diedre, saddled
The winning shot
Thanks to all our roving reporters – what a nice little overview.
Joy and Rowie (above) at Spiral Gallery.
The Gang missed the opening last Friday, but finally managed to catch up with Joy’s new show, Eons, which features both ceramics and photography and runs until the 10th September (at Spiral Gallery, Bega.)
What do you reckon the Gang went for? Take a punt.
Just in via phone mail from the Babs…
Girls’ night out: Helen, Mickey & Mel, and…
…the one and only, the fabulous, Robyn Archer.
How seriously cool. And again, way spooky – the Gang’s off to Melbourne next week with Rach to attend an arts/community/local government conference featuring, as keynote speaker…(drumroll)… the one and only, the fabulous, Robyn Archer.
Thanks Babsie, made our day.