This comprehensive exhibition centred on the Boyd family, and their work, is informative and diverse. Historically interesting, it chronicles the work of one of the most influential, and significant Australian Art families. Working in the fields of painting, sculpture,pottery, ceramics, literature, architecture, poetry and music, there is much to see in the exhibition.Metric Boyd, Earthernware Vase, 1931
Arthur Boyd, My father, Merric Boyd’s pottery and kiln, 1934
‘Polly’ , Arthur Boyd, oil painting, 1951
Arthur Boyd, Landscape, oil painting, 1969
For fifty years, they resided in an area of Murrumbeena, a South Eastern suburb of Melbourne, in an idyllic bush setting which inspired much of their work.
dazzled. I wasn’t disappointed. There was a massive array of work on display, which attracted a large crowd. Seen lurking in the distance was Paul Borg, ex VU teacher, the enigmatic Louise Hall, current VU teacher but the mercurial Peter Burke was nowhere in sight! Perhaps still frantically installing the Graduate 2015 VU Exhibition?
The work was varied, innovative and skillful. Of particular interest were the large canvases, of either acrylic or oil paint, placed onto stretchers, displaying a variety of subject matter and painting styles. Several were figurative and realistic, but my favourites were abstract compositions, executed in a very painterly fashion, employing a bold colour palette. It is a method I have adopted in my own artistic practice in the latter half of the year, specifically following my Detroit field trip. My canvases were not stretched as I worked spontaneously off a roll of canvas I bought for my entry into the Basil Sellers Prize.
The end is in sight. It’s been two heady years at Victoria University, highs and lows, friendships forged and help given. I’ve loved it. I am eternally grateful to the chance I’ve been given, to return to my constant love, that of painting. Sometimes hidden in the background, but always on my mind, she is the constant nagging ache, that never quite goes away. I have embraced her these last few years after turning my back on her, for what I thought were more pressing demands on my time.
I’m loving what I do. Inspired, thankful, challenged, desperate, energised, I move onto the next phase of my artistic journey, hopefully receiving more brilliant tuition and networking opportunities with fellow visual artists.
The sleeping giant is awakened, but underneath I’m still a grateful, humble,