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22
Jan
12

Duet for Friends: alive and dead (2012)

My Disquiet Year exhibition of 2009 was sentimental. It consisted of works of a theraputic nature that I made to help me make sense of a time of distress and ill-health and that I had not really thought about showing until the opportunity came up quickly and I wanted to take it and they were just what I had waiting in the studio at that time. I had less feedback on and direct responses to that show and those works than most other things I’ve done. I wondered if it was embarrassing for people… if it was too much…

Much of the work I make would easily be classified as sentimental and with the ‘S’ word being key to the whole Touchy Feely thing, I decided to make a yardstick work; the most sentimental work I could produce.  Not a pictures-of-kittens, remember-when, ha-ha-I’m-so-lame sentimental work but something genuine and heartfelt. Then we might have an answer to TFs queries about whether it’s possible for things to get TOO sentimental.

Ten years ago this coming November, I suddenly lost a very close friend who I had known since high school.  She was an energetic, creative person who breathed music and was the first great influence on my musical tastes after my older siblings.  She died just before I began my MFA research which focussed on popular music and once I was done I dedicated my thesis to her.  I would be lying if I said that I still think of her every day but I do still think of her most days.

After her funeral her brother sent me a cassette tape of recordings they had made together, cover versions of old blues, folk and rock. Guitar, piano and voice, recorded casually, probably over a single weekend.  From this I chose their version of Bob Dylan and Rick Danko’s This Wheels on Fire not just because of her lead vocal but also the poetic commentary on our friendship that it provides. You know the way songs mean everything and describe your life perfectly as a teenager? Just like that. I think her brother actually played this recording at the funeral service but it’s one of those things that it’s hard to remember.

I recorded myself singing it with her. Very simply, re-singing her vocal line. This is the work.

I don’t think you need any further details about her or me or our friendship for the work to have value and I won’t be making a file of it available online for you to listen to.  It’s a very intimate thing and if you want to hear it you should go to the gallery and slip on the headphones.  If you can’t get to this gallery and you really want to hear it maybe you could try to get it to play in a gallery near you. I don’t mean to be difficult but context is everything, yeah?

I don’t think I would make this work without having this vehicle as an opportunity to ask the question: is it too much?

So – Inflight in Hobart, from the 25th to the 29th, 1 – 5pm.

And I really want to know what you think.

20
Oct
08

nice-ness

This photo was taken quite a few weeks ago now but is notable because it features roughly a third of my favourite people in the whole, wide world simultaneously in this one little clutch. This rare-un could be a picture of 60% of my Saturday nights in the years leading up to 2007 but now this rare and special meeting of minds only happens once every four or five months due to combination of busy lives, geographical isolation and perhaps also mental illness.

It’s really nice when it happens and there is usually both sherry and champagne in addition to loud roaring.

Having read back over this though, I am bemused by my own perhaps savaunt-ish urge to reduce my social life to mathematics…

21
Apr
07

We lost Stuart last night at 6pm.

He would never let me take photos of him but oddly he did bring me this one of him as a little ‘un in a sailor suit a few weeks ago…

Not many of the other people that I know knew Stuart. They might have thought he was my imaginary friend. He was so shy. The time we spent hanging out was always based in our loungeroom watching movies. I loved to cook for him because he loved my cooking. He was one of the most generous people I’ve ever known.

We were each others only chance to form a Turbojugend (a chapter of the international Turbonegro fanclub) but we decided that a two-man team was too lame and Stuart would NEVER wear blue denim… only black…

He was our ‘Uncle Bunny’, the only person to love our rabbits as much as we do and the only person we’ve trusted to care for them in our absence. It would melt my heart to hear him talk to them because he always adressed them as ‘darling’. They probably got on so well because of their similarly shy and reclusive natures.

We owed him so much and I shall miss him terribly.

18
Mar
07

twosmallrabbitsminusone

Farinelli (aka: Fazzy; Fazwell; The Bear; Buddy Bear & Mr Tineman [because he was always so small] ) died early this morning after a three week battle with an onset of health problems that seemed to arrive out of the blue. There were ups and downs through this period and I always thought he’d pull through but it seems we had to lose him at the respectable age of 5.

I gave him a cuddle, some more water and corn syrup and refilled his hot water bottle at four this morning but he climbed out of bed, streched out on the floor in the position he takes when he’s most deeply asleep and was gone when when I got up this morning.

The remaining three of our family here at Smith St are all devestated.

I was closer to him than any cat or dog I’ve ever had in my life and I’ve known some wonderful animals.

He was a beautiful rabbit and my best little mate.

RIP my little Bear.

21
Nov
06




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