Guluga from Beauty Point.
Last week the Gang took a Noddy drive (blue sky/clouds dancing/birds singing…) north to just beyond Bermagui to visit Bob and Joy Georgeson in their sea-change idyll at Beauty Point (on Wallaga Lake.) The visit was primarily to give Megsie a gander at Bob’s latest work (in view of a near-future exhibition) but of course it also gave us an opportunity to check out Joy’s new studio as well…
The Georgeson’s relocated to the coast from Canberra just shy of a couple of years ago and now live in a veritable lush garden paradise, a mere stone’s throw from the lake. It’s a gorgeous place to work – if you can tear yourself away from the garden and the beckoning lake (Bob being a keen fisherman) – and they clearly relish the cinescopic environment.
Of course, when the tourists hit town and Bob and Joy hanker for some serious peace and quiet, they pack a swag and retreat to their bush studio at Rocky Hall (which they built in the late 70’s/early 80’s, prior to the later move to Canberra.) It’s a win-win/best of both worlds situation, and obviously molto conducive to the creative muse.
Bob (painter/collage meister) and Joy (ceramicist) in their respective studios.
Ah, retirement is such a beautiful thing…and both have never been busier!! The Gang has known these guys since our yoof-ful days in Melbourne (they both studied at the VCA with Harijs) and we realised with a bit of a jolt that it’s been 30 years since we first acquired a piece of Joy’s (the sugar glider, in a gallery off Toorak Rd in 1977 or 8.) Yoiks! In those days she was into her native fauna period (sugar gliders, numbats, possums and such…and, paradoxically, cats.) Later, in Canberra, she morphed into carvivorous torsos (as you would.) These days her inspiration is predominantly the coastal environment (see her Wallaga Lake-Montague Island exhibition here.)
Bob, on the other hand, has been more of the recluse when it comes to his art practice. The Gang was lucky enough to acquire his Moomba Madness, 1977 in the early ’80’s, just before he headed underground…so it’s trés excitement to witness his classically cautious re-emergence. (See earlier post.) He’s the real deal, is Bob – totally riven with existential angst. No weekend dauber, he. We love that.
For more pics (including a clutch of the Gang’s early Georgeson collection) go here.