Final Submission

VU Now 2014 Invitation
VU Now 2014 Invitation

It has finally arrived. Our final folio submission. Months of hard work, dedication, studio toil , self doubt and creative output are drawing to a close.

my studio work
my studio work

Gruelling final hours, are being put in at the studios, as final touches are added to works, tweaking of folios, and stretching ourselves to the limit is occurring, in a final, vain, effort to get our work just right. Its a long, difficult, and laborious process and one that doesn’t come easily. Mountains of work has to be sifted through, pieces selected and finals displayed in our cramped, newly cleaned studio spaces. I spent the better part of my Saturday cleaning, choosing, tweaking and self doubting. Pinning countless pieces to the walls, I marvel at my huge output but obsessively question the value of the work and the validity  of my artistic statement. An inveterate collector, recycler and re-houser, my work tends to overwhelm even me and I find my creative output massive and un-harnessable. Its excruciatingly difficult putting your life on the line, figuratively not actually. Always questioning, seeking solution and completion, whilst  perpetually searching and depicting, is the artists lot. No arrogance or bravado for this mature age student, just hard graft, my resilient work ethic pushed to the limit. Whilst I envy the exuberance and arrogance of the young practitioners on my course, I value my experience, my compulsion for my work, and my questioning, and restless mind. I am impatient now, want the assessment to be over, and want to house my work and establish a working space over the long summer break. I have enrolled in a framing course at the CAE, over the next month as I wind down, and share my burgeoning mound of prints, drawings and paintings, with friends  and family.

Mawkish sentimentality aside, goodbye VU, 17th Floor Studio Space, its been a bumpy ride, you’ve taught me a lot, and witnessed many upheavals in my daily life, and whilst I’ll miss you, I am lucky enough to be re-visiting you in 2015.

Tip Shop

in search of corrugated tin
in search of corrugated tin

 

My theme for much of my visual work , is sea washed detritus , with a focus on ravaged and degraded cans .

Recently , whilst working on my series of “Can ” drawings , I decided to use rusted corrugated iron as a base to draw on .

A  source of the material would come from the legendary Melbourne tip shops I heard so much about . I had used them in Hobart , but not locally . A friend had sourced props for a short film from one , another had bought eighties costumes for a themed party .

I sourced them through google .

The closest to me was in Wantirna South , so I coerced my youngest daughter into driving me . She is the owner of a shiny new red “P” plate.

Our Border Collie ,  Clive , tagged along with his impeccable nose for good smells , as we  reversed out of the driveway at a blistering pace.

North road welcomed us and we sped along , my mind racing with all the possibilities the tip shop conjured up.

Upon arrival I was stunned to find it neatly laid out , signposted and well stocked . The cornucopia of discarded detritus, and buried treasure , gladdened my heart . I purchased a new frame , distressed 1930’s mirror , ancient soft cloth sandpaper , to print on , a 1960 Australian Home Beautiful , a British 1969 b&w electronics weekly, neon stickers , 2 Brockhoff vintage biscuit tins , 3 hand painted glass Christmas globes , and a packet of neon printing paper . Not a bad haul for 12 bucks !

I loved the place , and the potential it offered of future resources . The erstwhile female attendant , confided she had procured a mint set of 1956 Melbourne Olympic Games tickets , from their Coldstream store. My interest pricked , I will return . An inveterate op shopper , bower bird , scrounger , recycler and sticky beak , I think I have found a favourite place to shop . Surrounded by dust , dirt , grime & mess I happily sorted , declaring it my ideal job , which caused my driver to comment ” only mum would want to work in a tip shop ” .