Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

12/2/09

Two more things...

Actually a million things, but I'll pretend there is just two. Two things related to our show at C3. Kotoe Ishii has her Masters show at The Library Artspace. The opening was last night and it's great to see her work all together.

As well as A4 Art at westspace, tonight is the opening of Simon Pericich's solo show at Block Projects. Caring is the new sarcasm.

BLOCKPROJECTS
Level 4
289 Flinders Lane

The Library Artspace
100 Barkly St North Fitzroy.

11/26/09

OMFG!

It's over, OMG what a relief. I had a lovely night, at least as lovely as can be, while feeling vaguely stressed and all over the place, mostly I was delighted to see so many loved ones. Thank you all for coming.

We ended up back at our place with some people, a fire, many pizzas, smoky martinis and a double pronged assault from our crazy neighbours. I don't think I've mentioned our crazy neighbours here yet? There are many stories, but last night we had one stalking the roof freaking people out, and another one hovering at the pizza table eating all the pizza, describing the broccoli pizza as 'very arty'.

Now, I have a weekend in Sydney to distract myself before thinking about what is next. Obligations are queuing up ahead of me clamouring for attention and time. Mostly many good things to come.

ANYWAY, If you didn't make it last night, our show continues til December 13th in GALLERY 1 at C3.
Also in GALLERY 2
IN DEFENSE OF ONE OR MORE LOST CAUSE - NICKI WYNNYCHUK
And in GALLERY 3
THE SAVIOURS - NAT THOMAS AND CONCETTINA INSERRA

So why not go to the convent, it's like the bush near the city with stuff to do. A lunch date at Kappaya (I neeeeed some of that special icecream) some art, maybe also a visit to the community shop, and a drink at Handsome Steve's House of refreshment.

WARNING. It can also be like a festival so choose your times wisely. Screaming children climbing trees and writhing on the expansive lawns can be delightful or horrific depending on the state of your brain.

11/22/09

Black Night. Deep Purple.

So um. We bought a car. It is purple. Deep Purple. We spent all afternoon being part of the problem, picking up projector's and Dvd players and going to bunnings. All these things that would be very difficult and annoying without a car, especially in the rain. I often think while riding along with something heavy and awkward like 2 metre planks under my arm, or a slab on the back rack, that most other people wouldn't do it this way. Today I got to be other people.

Anyway, come to our show! This wednesday night the 25th at C3 from 6pm.

OMFG!

ADAM CRUICKSHANK
HIT & MISS
KOTOE ISHII
ROB MCLEISH
SIMON PERICICH
DELL STEWART
EMILE ZILE

11/5/09

Squid

I just put down squid on the scrabble board on a triple word score, and it reminded me to post about Simon's Exhibition. You see the squid was the one I wanted, but of course when I got there it had been snaffled up.

I am crap at these things. You know, buying art in time. That whole seize the moment thing. I had had time to weigh up my favourites, as I was helping out with framing, but forgot, duh that once the show opened people would be buying them like hotcakes, which they did, damn them (the squid buyer in particular). All very good for Simon, and justifiably so, as you know, people like his particular brand of cleverness. I just liked the squid.

Then Kate told me I looked like the squid, and I kinda had to agree with her. So, there you go. My sad story of not having the squid. I coulda told him and he woulda kept it for me, but NO, I just go there afterwards and lament my uncanny resemblance to a squid, all pale and blue and tangly. Anyway. Boo me.

That said, my favourite part of the evening was encouraging Simon's father Richard to play that rather conspicuous banjo he had left in the corner. I mean you can't just bring it and not play it, now can you?


10/26/09

It's not the end of the world

I am so tired after riding from the depths of Thornbury into the city and back twice today.
So, I thought I better spread the word, my friend Simon MacEwan is having an exhibition at C3 which opens on wednesday night. He is a clever bastard, who makes fancy jewels and tiny inky drawings which make me a little blind just looking at them.

Post-apocalyptic urban planning and absurd disasters meet in a series of drawings in which the personal is re-imagined on an epic scale.

It's ok.

It's not the end of the world.


So I have sore legs, but, you know, it's not the end of the world. And even if it is, it's quite pretty here. Like this beautiful scene which is like a trip to Berlin.

10/25/09

Tomorrow the world

When I said I'd go to West Space with Kate on Friday I had no idea what I was in for. It was basically a free form dress up box to plunder. There was also music and dancing and a Green Screen stage with footage projected across the gallery.

LOOK! A squid hat! A swan dress!

squid
shiny
swan
penguin foot
sparkly
It's part of the West Space festival Tomorrow the World. The program features all kinds of goodness finishing off with a Halloween House of Horrors Dance Floor and Philip Samartzis captaining a cruise down the Maribyrnong River featuring a site-specific sound performance.

ringdingding toottoottoot!

Saw some big art with bells and whistles.
Saw some unsatisfied art viewers. Not enough bells and whistles perhaps?
Saw some good things. Saw some boring things.
At Valhalla, Margaret Lawrence Gallery VCA and at ACCA.
Personally I would recommend seeing all three. That's me.
ring dingding toottoottoot!

9/27/09

drenched

It's something, to be wet through within seconds. It's happened a few times in the last week. I love the sound of the rain beating on the roof. And the smell after it clears, alive and fresh and clean. But our concrete yard turns into a deep pond, and I can't ride anywhere. Or if I do, and the clouds break I am drenched, again. Stay Home. Catch the tram.

I re-potted some plants and made a new terrarium with a giant flagon. I pottered. I saw some art. One thing was Young Hae-Chang: Heavy Industries, SMASH THE GANG OF FOUR BILLION at Gertrude Contemporary Art Spaces. A work I loved though it made me sea sick. Car sick. Art sick.
And joyous. There are many stories on that site, I could implore you to go there, listen to and read one. You need the music to keep time. Or I do.

We need the music to keep time. Springtones helped. Ducktails. The French. Yay for concentrated robotic drumming and fat synth bass lines. Aleks and the Ramps. Yay for Aleks and the Ramps. Bachelorette with her cross little face and sweet voice. There were other things that didn't quite hit my mark, either through crap sound or just being in the other room which was too far from the nice couch I found. But there you have my rainy weekend in spring without even one thought for sport.

9/21/09

va piano

I think means go slowly in Italian, which is pretty much the perfect name for a handsome new cafe, all wood and red and corners and no nonsense. You know, Handsome.


Speaking of good-looking, look at this guy, from Brendan Huntley's show at Utopian Slumps. I love his ceramics, and the one below was one of my favourites. He was part of a pair, and one of a few I'd be happy to live with if I had piles of spare money. Ha, there's a concept. Spare money.

8/17/09

Enhanced Awareness Campaign

More from the show at Platform.
'Cruickshank's gaudy non-trophies are the best use of Platform's display case context I've ever seen.' Penny Modra, the Sunday Age M magazine.


New Year's Resolution (to the Death) Adam Cruickshank

8/14/09

You took the words right out of my mouth...



'You took the words right out of my mouth' Carly Fischer 2009.

This is a detail shot from Fischer's work at Repeat Repeat. I love these carefully constructed cigarettes. I think this work is a perfect thing for those cabinets.

8/11/09

Winter Smoke

Winter smoke is blue and bitter:
women comfort you in winter.

Scent of thyme is cool and tender:
girls are music to remember.

Men are made of rock and thunder:
threat of storm to labor under.

Cypress woods are demon-dark:
boys are fox-teeth in your heart.

- Tennessee Williams

Also, I think this is the last week to go see Hooper's Exhibition Winter Smoke. Adam bought one and that means we will have it soon. Yea!

8/9/09

the hunt and the chase

I snuck into the last days of the John Brack show at NGV. I love his later paintings of pencils and cards. Incredible composition and surface detail. Obviously my sneaky photo is not going to come close to doing it justice.


The Hunt, detail.

Anyway, these little splinter legs in Mum's shoes just kill me.


The Chase, detail.

Sorry, again for posting about things that are over. I am about to go to the last day of the show at C3. I may also write about that, tomorrow.

I didn't take photos of my favourites, (Yes and No, Us and Them, Now and Then and those sailing postcards) as I thought I'd be able to buy a postcard to put on my wall. But no! they only had postcards of the ones I didn't want. Damn them.

8/6/09

Repeat Repeat

In a contemporary culture of increasing information overload, unlimited access and hyper-production 'Repeat Repeat' looks at how 6 artists, Carly Fischer, Annika Koops, Dell Stewart, Rachael Hooper, Adam Cruickshank and Natasha Frisch deal with some of these anxieties and humors in such a climate.


Rainbow, Dell Stewart 2008

All artists employ obsessive processes of production, or observation, perhaps to mimic the drive that surrounds them and also to provide an escape through the meditative qualities of work. Within each artists process is also the element of analogue copy-catting, an upside-down reversion to hand crafted production at the expense of faster, more efficient means.
Floating in between regressive nostalgia and progressive eradication, these artists deal with the strange place that the culture of repeat finds them in.

The exhibition opens tomorrow night, friday August 7th at platform, in the degreaves st subway from 6 til 8pm.

8/4/09

Mushroom Wonder


Beautiful embroidered glove, Jennifer Bartholomew, my plank scarf.




A collaboration between Dylan Martorell and Sunday Morning Designs.


Pene was entertaining the children with room sheet sailor hats...

This is my friday night. Drinking bubbles with the craft. There are some beautiful works in the Perspective exhibition, and I loved Dylan's mushroom farm in the back room. An impressive collection of international travelers bags turned inverted tee pee fungus farm, it even has a beard growing. I am looking forward to further investigating those mushrooms as they grow. It's an interest I have been cultivating awhile now. Mushroom wonder.

8/2/09

Cheetah


cheetah

As suspected, Hoop's paintings were beautiful. I won't rabbit on about it. I unfortunately didn't eat any dinner and unsuspectingly drank way too much.

I paid for it today. We were installing our show in Platform. I was really suffering. Such a professional. Trying to make decisions about work in no fit state. Oh well. It's done. I am quite excited about this show, it was so good to see everything coming together.

The opening is this friday, and I'd like you all to come. 6pm in the underpass.
Repeat Repeat.
Carly Fischer, Annika Koops, Dell Stewart, Rachael Hooper, Adam Cruickshank and Natasha Frisch.

7/31/09

Winter Smoke



An exhibition of new paintings by Rachael Hooper opening (tomorrow) Saturday 1st August.
No, not this genius 'Ham sandwich' which I love and covet, but NEW paintings. I had an afternoon in Rachael's studio a month ago and have been excited about this ever since. These works are beautiful.

Exhibition runs until 16 August.
Australian Galleries.
35 Derby Street, Collingwood.

7/24/09

3 is the magic number

Today I remembered to stop in at Y3K to have a peak. Lucky me I got to see lovely Fiona and Kain of ffiXXed before they leave town. Too much of Everything. It's a beautiful show. Things like the poster catalogue/the shopperbag top/ the rug w/sleeves all make me quite happy.


ffiXXed, Rug w/ Sleeves, 2008

I was still waiting for paint to dry so I looked in at Sutton to look at New World Records. It was also worth it.
Lastly I visited Mel at Utopian Slumps, I wanted to see Victory Over the Sun, which finishes up tomorrow. I liked paintings from the series Stoopid bougie futcha by Kate Smith. Somebody buy me one plzthx?
Christopher L.G. Hill made me laugh with his Therapeutic Land Art. As did Alex Vivian with his equally dirty little piles of stuff and obsessive constructions. Speaking of which, he has MORE, on show at TCB right now. It's called Stench in Numbers. Stinker.


Christopher L.G.Hill, Therapeutic Land Art (detail)


Alex Vivian, Age/Sex/Location, What U into? 2009

All three shows somehow kinda work together, and cross over, so If I were you and you were interested I'd go look at all three.

7/12/09

mysterious letters


I like mail and therefore tend to like mail projects. This one is more lovely than most.

In April 2009, we sent a personal, handwritten letter to each of the 467 households in the small Irish village of Cushendall. We hoped these unsolicited letters would prompt neighbourly discussion, spreading across the town, promoting community curiosity.

You can read all the letters, or just look at them, as they are pretty.

6/12/09

Love over Gold

Helen Johnson's Show at Sutton is so crisp and perfect, it's my favourite yet. For Burke and Wills/Work and Bills and a life sized Alex and that Rudd Money, and MORE. I'm going back on Saturday with Adam to share the love.

I feel like I have heaps of shows to catch up on, but managed to get to Gertrude Street and Dylan's dank funghi show at Lamington Drive when I was foiled by the fabric shop being closed for stocktake. Looking at art was much better than buying more fabric to put on my shelves.

Love over Gold!


Cross posted here with more pictures.