Monument to the Winch

March 12, 2017 § Leave a comment

I took a drive out to the top of Lewis, near Port of Ness. A beautiful white sand beach is nearby, light blue waves, dark black rock with green sea moss. Theres all sort of tendrils of driftnet and rope that has washed up, half buried. I collected some as well as a piece of driftwood, to weave together and make a sort of windchime, or weathervane. Driving into the village I saw the brutalist concrete harbour, a zig zag of stone sheltering moorings and a slipway, with a big breaker from larger storm waves. The old winch house sits at the end of the slipway though the winch is long gone.

Found fishing rope, seaweed and driftwood collected from Traigh Shanndaigh near Eòrapaidh, Isle of Lewis, installed as a temporary decoration to the old winch-house on the ageing concrete and stone breakwater harbour at Port of Nes. Installation documentation. 2017.

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This is Spiritual and Physical: Seventh Gallery

April 3, 2016 § Leave a comment

My work This is Spiritual and Physical is showing at Seventh Gallery in Melbourne, through to 15 April 2016. Thank you to Kate Clark for her work on the soundscape.

This is Spiritual and Physical presents video shot in Scotland and Iceland over several years that documents farming and rural life and sites of pilgrimage. The imagery explores the physical and aesthetic characteristics of landscape use for work and that which is visited for its spiritual significance, and aims to elucidate the correspondence between the output of the work generated by a body performing repetitive labour and that generated by spiritual pilgrimage.

This is Spiritual and Physical, HD video with sound, 19m 16s, 2016. Stills:

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Monuments to decay

August 10, 2014 § Leave a comment

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Monuments to decay, installation, hand gathered wildflowers, deadwood and ruins. Mustarinda, Finland 2014.

Looking forward to showing similar work in Adelaide in early October.

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Camera. Finland and the mist.

The Enclave

May 11, 2014 § 2 Comments

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Richard Mosse, Still from The Enclave (detail), 2012–13, 16mm infrared film transferred to HD video, 39:25 mins. Courtesy: The artist and Jack Shainman Gallery.

I recently saw The Enclave, Richard Mosse with sound by Ben Frost, at CoFA Gallery in Sydney – and it was beautiful. In a large dark room six large screens all set apart from each other but all related, the internal four forming walls with two side flanking sceens diverting your attention with corresponding and contrasting images.

What I loved was the alternation between absurdity and normalcy. Some of the sequences looked staged, while others were so unique they could only have been of the moment. Aspects of lives that build around violence.

Seeing everything from low long sweeps of the landscape, to different urban centers of the Congo, to watching a local talent show, a funeral, a house moving. The remains of dugout houses of militia(?), hidden high on a mountain lookout. A rushing river and a bridge. The infrared film and use of stedicam give the images this smooth and otherworldly appearance, as if I was there as a sort of apparition.

The work was masterful in building suspense and tension for a moment that never came. I was left wondering what was I expected to be scared of? Was the tension indicative of the time, or have I been conditioned to align feelings with these kinds of scenes – people in uniforms, rhythmic sound, weapons, hiding and reveal.

Northern light

November 28, 2013 § Leave a comment

There are things set in stone now for 2014. I find myself dreaming about it, especially the old growth forests, the light, the snow, the cold. The draw of the cold, the wild.

I have a solo exhibit at Bus Projects in Melbourne and am curating a group show in Melbourne with the theme of ‘work’, as in energy, effort and output.

First I will be at Mustarinda, Finalnd in July and August for a residency and exhibition program.

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Then I will be  travelling to Tromsø, in north Norway, for September and October, for a residency and proprosed project with the Research Centre for High North Operations at the University of Tromsø – which I am hoping to get a grant for as an early career residency (meaning I could stay much longer).

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My research now seems to centre around work in arctic and sub arctic climates, and fostering collectivity through exploring liminal space.

I didn’t take these images (google search).

INVISIBLE CITY ISSUE 07 REMOTE

November 17, 2013 § Leave a comment

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Jessica Tremp || Nora Wendl & Jeremy Hanson || Lidia Malynowskyj || Léa Donnan || Alex Hogan || Marianne Dages || Lee Salomone || Philippe Braquenier || Margaret Bowes || Philip Samartzis || Sarah Burwash || Andrew Ranville || Rashanna Rashied-Walker || Melody Woodnutt & Judy Thomas || Justin Apperley || Stephen John Ellis || Katelyn Clark || Yongjae Kim

Cover image by Sarah Burwash

Download the issue at http://invisiblecity.org

INVISIBLE CITY is an online magazine dedicated to showcasing contemporary visual art, sound and film by emerging artists from Australia and around the world. Issues are themed (sometimes). 

Neon & life

September 2, 2013 § Leave a comment

The show opening at Kings ARI in Melbourne went well. As with all installs there were anxious moments (mine) regarding lighting and balance between works, and horrible visions of broken neon all over the floor… I took lots of install shots with my medium format, and I should have that film back at the end of the week. My friend Karen took this with her Future Phone though:

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Prophetess Mountain, 2013, Neon on aluminium, 150cm x 100cm, installation shot.

Working in this medium is interesting. I have some other ideas, but maybe fluros would be as good.

Coming back to Sydney on Saturday night, it is strange how silent and calm a plane full of people can be towards the end of the night. The row I sat in, had no window.

Yesterday I rode out to Cronulla and back, via Sans Souci and the green cycle paths through the mangroves. About 60km. There were some interesting smells of dirt and the sea, and the sun which made me think of Adelaide. The government there have been planning to tear down the house I grew up in, my father’s house, to widen South Road, a main trucking corridor. Dad says maybe this won’t happen if the libs get in the next election. Thinking about it makes me so sad… the house has featured in so much of my work, let alone my life.

“The smell of jasmine. The colour of the roof on the old boarding house in Eveleigh, the same red turned dusty pink in a warm sun set as my father’s house.”

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Going to Tasmania soon, for MoNA, visit UTas and check out the art school there… possibilities. Still feeling like I don’t belong anywhere. But having the sun come in the door to my room is a comfort. My Yashica Mat 124 is being fixed as well, another camera for me to work with.

Next year Is Finland, Norway, Iceland, USA, UK… maybe Lithuania. Next month is the video works. One is about industry and repetition, and execution of tasks, one is the snow storm as celestial event. Two visitors soon. One from Iceland, one from the US.

I also saw my friend Lea Donnan‘s show at Kudos recently – this is what I wrote to her, ” It was mesmerizing, and yes a little emotional for someone who knows the town. There was also this.. aggressive futility to some of the actions – so overt, powerful, using cars, guns, big things – but then exposing fragile cracks, bodies absorbing a gun kick-back, the ice that crumbles while wrapped in a blanket, the refuse and things left behind…”

This has become a mish-mash… I won’t ever stop hating others until I stop hating myself.

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