On a glorious day with a calm sea, we went on the inaugural SeaLink ferry whale watching trip. Our time out with the whales seemed all too short but it was wonderful to be there.
I recently had an installation in the Vault Space at Umbrella Studio. It consisted of four verses of prose about chronic pain. The responses I got for ‘just words’ were fascinating. One person told me it made them cry. Others said they didn’t like it, the piece was too negative. Others loved it. The Vault Space is an actual safe that is no longer in use. My audience were in the vault – with the door open – when they read these words:
Imagine you are in a vault
You can’t get out
No-one will find you
And there is not enough air
That vault is your mind
You are in pain
That pain has locked
You in your body
You cannot free yourself
You are locked
In with your pain
Imagine you are in a vault
Your mind is locked
In with your pain
There is no air
Now walk outside
Look up at the sky
Jill and Margaret, busy on the install for Furred, Scaled & Feathered. Opening Sunday 29th Oct, 2 – 5pm, Gallery 48, 2/48 The Strand, Townsville
These ‘guys’ come for a bath every night. I have a round shallow dish on a shelf in the loo. Just on dusk they come for a soak for a bit, and then they go out for the evening. Around 2 am they return and have another dip before going to bed.
I photographed this big fella at Billabong Sanctuary. In his glory days he sailed the seas. This print is a drypoint intaglio on plastic plate. Among others, it will be on display at in the Furred Feathered Scaled Exhibition at Gallery 48, The Strand, from the 25th of October 2017.
Margaret Robertson and I are having an exhibition of our prints at Gallery 48, The Strand, Townsville. Fur, Feathers and Scales will be opening on Sunday 29th October from 2 – 6pm. We are busy printing and hand-colouring our works for display. This puzzled bird is one of my models. He regularly sits on a light pole on the Bowen Rd Bridge.
I’m thrilled to announce that Graeme and I have been successful in securing a Pop Up Shop at 21 Stokes St (across from the Old Court House), Townsville for the 10 days of the Umbrella Studio Pop Up festival from 28th July – 8th August. More news coming later, including when we will be running free drop-in workshops.
“Pop Up North Queensland (PUNQ), a collaboration of pop-ups curated to reflect the shifting cultural landscape of the region and to activate empty spaces throughout the CBD. The festival will feature nearly 40 unique pop-ups from local and interstate artists, creatives and makers including exhibitions, workshops, artist talks, classic film screenings and some of the coolest pop-up shops around!”
This fella definitely has an opinion about something.
This ol’ saltie was snoozing in the sun at Billabong Sanctuary while waiting for his chicken dinner.
Dragonflies and Damselflies (Family Odonta) have held a fascination for me since I was a child. Their bright colours and connection with water proved an irresistible lure as I struggled to come to terms with my first SLR camera. Then I learned to paint. For years I concentrated on the subject that had been the primary motif of artists in most ages and cultures except where expressly forbidden by religious decree, the human figure. My style was modernism, the style of my times, the twentieth century.
My painting has been changing lately. The pictures are getting smaller and the mark-making more constrained. I’m afraid I am beginning to conform. I have got old, even as modernism has got old. Picasso’s les Demoiselles d’ Avignon is a hundred and ten years old this year. Even de Kooning’s Woman is a respectable sixty five years old. The shock of the new has been replaced by the shock of the geriatric. It is hard to maintain the angst in the face of Victorian mediocrity.
When I was young there was a standing joke “Welcome to Queensland. Please set your watches back fifty years.” We’ve regressed from there, or at the very least not progressed. Coal power is still seen as the way of the future, and a V8 race is Townsville’s signature event. We don’t know where we’re going, we might be going nowhere, or to hell in a hand-basket, but burning fossil fuel is sure to get us there faster.
I have been involved with Creekwatch for the past two years. Visiting the local creeks every week put me back in touch with Dragonflies and reignited my interest in these colourful insects. I started doing small paintings as exercises and soon had an exhibition ready.
Unlike many of my earlier exhibitions, Dragons and Damsels has no political agenda. I am not trying to make a statement or force anyone to think. They are pretty pictures, domestic in scale, and should not offend anyone.