2008 has been a busy year (and it's not over yet), much to my surprise I have found time to make work for a solo exhibition alongside the public works I have been grappling with.
INSIDEOUT
A series of pressed paper works (2005-08)
Imperfect Patterns XLVI & XLVII
anatomy of a cube
The missing link
& a few suprises
1st - 28th of October, Andrew Baker Art Dealer
Meet the artist 6 - 8pm Friday the 10th of October
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Once, again
'Once, again' 2008-09,
powder coated aluminium
14.8m X 3.3m X 0.6m
powder coated aluminium
14.8m X 3.3m X 0.6m
Every 15 years the colours of the work will change, this is the first genesis.
Due for completion and installation mid 2009
Northbridge Building, North Quay, Brisbane http://www.northbridgecbd.com.au/
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Thursday, August 21, 2008
Woolahra Small Sculpture Prize 2008
Reflecting on the square has been accepted as a finalist in
the Woolahra Small Sculpture Prize 2008.
The exhibition will run Saturday 25 October - Sunday 2 November
9am - 5pm weekdays, 10am - 4pm weekends.
2008 Woollahra Small Sculpture Prize exhibition of finalists at
Woollahra Council Chambers
536 New South Head Rd, Double Bay
New South Wales
http://sculptureprize.woollahra.nsw.gov.au/
the Woolahra Small Sculpture Prize 2008.
The exhibition will run Saturday 25 October - Sunday 2 November
9am - 5pm weekdays, 10am - 4pm weekends.
2008 Woollahra Small Sculpture Prize exhibition of finalists at
Woollahra Council Chambers
536 New South Head Rd, Double Bay
New South Wales
http://sculptureprize.woollahra.nsw.gov.au/
Monday, August 11, 2008
The missing link
This work has been complete for a few weeks now but I wanted it to have a title before I posted it to this blog, I am very pleased with its complexity, two interwoven pieces (they move independently), mirror images of each other, forever inseperable.
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'the missing link' 2008, stainless steel welded mesh, 193 X 105 X 79cm
(for those who were worried I had lost my sense of humour, or was that just me?)
'the missing link' 2008, stainless steel welded mesh, 193 X 105 X 79cm
(for those who were worried I had lost my sense of humour, or was that just me?)
Sunday, August 03, 2008
New Collection
I am very happy to announce that Queensland University of Technology will be acquiring Imperfect pattern XLVII (and Openended Part 1) for thier collection. Also Imperfect Pattern XLVI is currently on loan for 'The Great Divide' an exhibition at Artisan (formerly Craft Queensland) Brunswick Street, Fortitude Valley running until the end of August.
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Thursday, June 26, 2008
wishfull thinking
'ONCE, AGAIN' proposal for public work, 15 meters x 3.5 meters, powdercoated aluminium. This work is a long way from certain (four artists are submitting for this job) but I am hopeful.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Gemini I & II
Two little works, made as gifts to say thank you to J & S for assistance on SPUN. The twins, destined to be seperated.
return to the stars
On my sister kellie's return visit to Australia we embarked an a survey of my works around Brisbane.
Monday, February 04, 2008
2 completed commissions & a beautiful failure
Untitled, 2007,Steel reinforced, aerated concrete with a plaster skin, 117cm x 98cm x 117cm, in our garden. A work that had a very short life (6 days). Unfortunately the material was not able to hold its own weight, and the plaster skin cracked at the joints, I had to deconstruct it.
Blue Cube, 2008, polychrome galvanised wire, 44cm3
over and over and over, 2008, stainless steel wire, 42cm x 96cm x 42cm
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Count me the stars
I launced my friend Kylie Johnson's book of poetry last night, a few people asked for a transcript of the speech, here it is.
Generosity is a peculiar and often undervalued aspect of the creative spirit.
To write a poem is a generous act!
Personal thoughts are delicate and fragile. Keeping these thoughts guarded and protected; offering them only to the trusted is the prudent path. The generous offering of these thoughts to the world, laying them bare to be scrutinised and examined - this is the generosity of the creative spirit.
As humans we are bound by familiar experiences like love, fear, happiness and envy. Equipped with this knowledge we hope that others may recognise themselves in us and share in our experience. We hope to be understood. This collective aspect of experience transcends time, geography, politics and gender. The gift of the poet is in unmasking this mutual knowledge. The poet seeks out these shared concepts and avails these thoughts by revealing and reflecting them back to us. The poet offers us what is already known, what is forgotten and what is yet to be understood.
The artist begins with the intangible and makes it tangible.
This task may sound simple but believe me it isn't. Thoughts are not fixed, but rather elusive and fleeting, forever on the run. How can they be brought into this world? How can thoughts be made physical? How can they be given substance to transform into word, sound, form or image? How can this be done without damaging them, or forcing them into spaces into which they do not fit, without making them rigid or static?
these misfitted words, as our poet calls them,
these
butterfly
words
changing and disappearing
and neither mine
nor yours
to possess…
As a sculptor I too am faced with the task of composing the elusive into form. I must confess that I may never fully understand the mystery of how this happens, what I do know is that it does happen and that I get great joy out of the result.
Count me the stars. A challenging request, it is a lot to ask, maybe not asking for so much might be giving up too easily. After all, our poet would ask no more of us than she is willing to offer!
To write a poem is a generous act!
Count me the stars! One of life’s great mysteries is 'what on Earth do you do with it?' Our poet has generously offered us one possible lifetime’s occupation.
Of course, we are speaking of the poetic here; a literal reading will never reveal the full spectrum of what is being proposed. Poetry is rarely to be taken purely at face value. Yes, there may be sufficient meaning to occupy us on the surface and recognition aplenty, yet it is in the spaces between the lines that the essence is to be found. As our poet might suppose, trapped inside the cracks. Only when the pages of this book are pawed and softened might we say that we have understood. Until such time, we must continue to search the surface, patiently awaiting deeper understanding. Or perhaps, like a thought, a poem will continue to evade, teasing with the promise of complete understanding, showing more with time, but remain perpetually unresolved.
To write a poem is a generous act, as it is to read a poem. To willingly step into another’s world and listen requires us to be quiet and to give a little of ourselves. Obtaining what we hope to find requires our attention and consideration. Consider, from the Latin con, meaning ‘with’ and sidus, referring to the sky and the stars. Perhaps our poet does not ask so much, she may just ask us too look deeply, to feel ‘with the stars’.
The reader and the poets engagement with poetry is not wholly selfless - both the poet and the reader are mutually rewarded for their efforts. For the reader, the realisation that the poet listens and speaks our thoughts, or reveals something new is the bounty. For the poet, to know that someone has truly listened is reason for being.
I would like to congratulate Murdoch Books for their inspired foresight in publishing this beautiful book. Also, I would like to thank all of you for listening to and considering what I have said, and for supporting Kylie this evening. Most importantly, however, I would like thank Kylie for her generosity. Thank you for giving so much of yourself and for taking the time to help us in knowing ourselves a little better.
It gives me great pleasure to launch this book Count me the stars and to introduce ‘our poet’ KYLIE JOHNSON
Generosity is a peculiar and often undervalued aspect of the creative spirit.
To write a poem is a generous act!
Personal thoughts are delicate and fragile. Keeping these thoughts guarded and protected; offering them only to the trusted is the prudent path. The generous offering of these thoughts to the world, laying them bare to be scrutinised and examined - this is the generosity of the creative spirit.
As humans we are bound by familiar experiences like love, fear, happiness and envy. Equipped with this knowledge we hope that others may recognise themselves in us and share in our experience. We hope to be understood. This collective aspect of experience transcends time, geography, politics and gender. The gift of the poet is in unmasking this mutual knowledge. The poet seeks out these shared concepts and avails these thoughts by revealing and reflecting them back to us. The poet offers us what is already known, what is forgotten and what is yet to be understood.
The artist begins with the intangible and makes it tangible.
This task may sound simple but believe me it isn't. Thoughts are not fixed, but rather elusive and fleeting, forever on the run. How can they be brought into this world? How can thoughts be made physical? How can they be given substance to transform into word, sound, form or image? How can this be done without damaging them, or forcing them into spaces into which they do not fit, without making them rigid or static?
these misfitted words, as our poet calls them,
these
butterfly
words
changing and disappearing
and neither mine
nor yours
to possess…
As a sculptor I too am faced with the task of composing the elusive into form. I must confess that I may never fully understand the mystery of how this happens, what I do know is that it does happen and that I get great joy out of the result.
Count me the stars. A challenging request, it is a lot to ask, maybe not asking for so much might be giving up too easily. After all, our poet would ask no more of us than she is willing to offer!
To write a poem is a generous act!
Count me the stars! One of life’s great mysteries is 'what on Earth do you do with it?' Our poet has generously offered us one possible lifetime’s occupation.
Of course, we are speaking of the poetic here; a literal reading will never reveal the full spectrum of what is being proposed. Poetry is rarely to be taken purely at face value. Yes, there may be sufficient meaning to occupy us on the surface and recognition aplenty, yet it is in the spaces between the lines that the essence is to be found. As our poet might suppose, trapped inside the cracks. Only when the pages of this book are pawed and softened might we say that we have understood. Until such time, we must continue to search the surface, patiently awaiting deeper understanding. Or perhaps, like a thought, a poem will continue to evade, teasing with the promise of complete understanding, showing more with time, but remain perpetually unresolved.
To write a poem is a generous act, as it is to read a poem. To willingly step into another’s world and listen requires us to be quiet and to give a little of ourselves. Obtaining what we hope to find requires our attention and consideration. Consider, from the Latin con, meaning ‘with’ and sidus, referring to the sky and the stars. Perhaps our poet does not ask so much, she may just ask us too look deeply, to feel ‘with the stars’.
The reader and the poets engagement with poetry is not wholly selfless - both the poet and the reader are mutually rewarded for their efforts. For the reader, the realisation that the poet listens and speaks our thoughts, or reveals something new is the bounty. For the poet, to know that someone has truly listened is reason for being.
I would like to congratulate Murdoch Books for their inspired foresight in publishing this beautiful book. Also, I would like to thank all of you for listening to and considering what I have said, and for supporting Kylie this evening. Most importantly, however, I would like thank Kylie for her generosity. Thank you for giving so much of yourself and for taking the time to help us in knowing ourselves a little better.
It gives me great pleasure to launch this book Count me the stars and to introduce ‘our poet’ KYLIE JOHNSON
Sunday, January 20, 2008
2007 swan song
last work for 2007, imperfect pattern XLVI 170cm x 95cm x 5cm
Mornington Peninsula, National Works on Paper 2008 entry
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
???
wait 2007 (forth video in the series) I have a high quality DVD version if anyone would like a copy let me know.
OPEN
Still Moving, Andrew Baker Art Dealer, 19th September - 13th October 2007
Gallery 3
the transit of venus
around about, imperfect patterns
the sky silver, imperfect patterns
the sky silver, wing it, imperfect patterns
Gallery 1
new day
new day, imperfect pattern
abridged, new day, imperfect pattern
Gallery 2
helter skelter
bale, imperfect pattern
bale
(all works 2007)
Gallery 3
the transit of venus
around about, imperfect patterns
the sky silver, imperfect patterns
the sky silver, wing it, imperfect patterns
Gallery 1
new day
new day, imperfect pattern
abridged, new day, imperfect pattern
Gallery 2
helter skelter
bale, imperfect pattern
bale
(all works 2007)
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