Wednesday, October 1, 2014
I spent nearly two hours this morning measuring the long wall in the Degraves Street Reading Room of the City Library and pinning up ten photo-montages. I wish I could tell you that it was easy, but it wasn't and I wish I could tell you that the images are perfectly level, but they're not, some sustained a little damage around the edges when they fell to the floor ~ certainly an imperfect job, but I'm pleased that so far the images have generated interest and I've received some wonderful responses from those who have seen them, particularly from Rosemary (librarian/artist) who made me feel really comfortable and welcome, even though it was very cold in the Reading Room. Here's an installation view. If you are visiting Melbourne or live here maybe you will consider seeing the works they are on show until 30 October.
Degraves Street Reading Room,
Level 1, CITY LIBRARY,
253 Flinders Lane, Melbourne. Melways Map 1B N9.
2 ~ 30 OCTOBER 2014
Opening hours: 8am to 8pm Monday to Thursday.8am to 6pm Friday. 10am to 5pm Saturday. 12pm to 5pm Sunday
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
I should tell you that I do not follow the football and I took those photographs of the AFL Grand Final Parade primarily for my son who is an avid Hawthorn supporter. That said, I did watch the Grand final and was happy that the Hawks beat the Swans. I'm loving this warmer Spring weather, which is keeping me away from the computer and luring me out into the sun. Tomorrow morning I will be installing my photo-montages at the City Library ~ this will include measuring up a 12 meter wall, finding the mid way point, pinning up the first image and then each following one being placed approximately 40 cm before the next. I'm stressing out a little because I invariably place things a little crooked on walls ~ must be my eyes! I'm at the Richmond Library this afternoon checking out (on the internet) images of viruses and bacteria. Fascinating stuff. More info to follow another time.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
So, yesterday I was on my way to see Hyper-Natural at NGV International and had to walk through, or rather by, thousands of people who we waiting for the AFL Grand Final Parade to begin (and by the way it was fantastic smelling all those wonderful perfumed concoctions and feeling the light spray, also tinged with some fragrance as I walked through the NGV garden). I managed whilst walking to the NGV to take some photographs of the coach of Hawthorn and some Hawthorn footballers. Here they are ~ GO HAWKS! All photos copyright to me.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Hey everyone. I know that it's been ages since I've posted anything here, but I thought I'd take a rest from Facebook and the blog and other social forums that I usually frequent. I've been busy printing out images for my upcoming exhibition, going to the local gymnasium three times per week, taking photographs and just being me. I met a lovely woman on the weekend who was a volunteer at the Craft Victoria exhibition being shown near the Melbourne Town Hall. I was struck by the way she looked. Anyway here are two photographs of her, which show not only her beauty, but also her absolutely magical look (unfortunately I didn't take any color photos, but I'm sure you can see the color range and eclectic look that she was attempting to achieve. It goes without saying that she is an artist.
|Julie Clarke (c) 2014.|
|Julie Clarke (c) 2014.|
After I've put up my digital photo-montages on 1st October, I'll post installation views and try in earnest to post on the blog more regularly, although, the weather is improving and that means that I'll want to be out in the sunshine rather than being fettered to a computer. Best to all.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Some days I can say with absolute faith that life is good, however it’s hard to quantify the word good and the word itself has to be enough, for to attempt to qualify or quantify the notion of good is like clutching at air. I knew prior to writing this that my thoughts would descend into something other than good for the past few weeks have been most challenging on the world stage. I gave up watching the news when I saw a child who had been blinded and maimed by shrapnel from an exploded bomb and he smiled in gratitude when his tiny face was touched, when the nurse placed drops in his eyes to soothe the pain and when he was fed. I swore out loud, ‘Fuck, Fuck, what a terrible world we live in’ and I began to cry until I noticed my heart beating too fast and I heard an inner voice say ‘don’t get upset’. I don’t know about others but I think that with all the fighting that’s been going on in the world, the displacement of people, the poverty and hunger, the suffering of children, those who lay dead or dying from the now rampant Ebola virus, and more recently the beheading of an American journalist, that we may all be putting our heads in the sand, or, if not that then going into shut down mode (please excuse the computer metaphor) to protect our psyches. I find myself in a half way zone between having a desire to know what’s going on and not wanting to know at all because it’s just all to horrible to contemplate. There was a temptation today to view the video image of the beheading, for a journalist had been quoted on the television news, (probably as a way of allaying the request from the parent’s of the dead man, not to watch or share the footage), as saying that censorship was not the way and instead we should be exposed to the terrors of such an ordeal so that we can know what ‘we’ are up against. I entered a Google search for ‘beheaded journalist’ and discovered to my horror that rather than being a unique event, beheading was commonplace in some cultures. I stopped short of viewing what was described as the gruesome video because once seeing such a thing one can never unsee it. Better I think to protect the psyche. I wondered if I was just a coward, many I’m sure would have braced themselves in front of a computer screen and watched with utter amazement, disassociating themselves from the fact that the video was an accurate depiction of a hideous reality, or because they were consciously aware that this was a reality like no other. I’ve attempted to analyze exactly why I thought of viewing the tape and it was not about seeing the man’s throat cut or the manner in which his head was severed from his body. What I wanted to see or understand was his level of bravery, how he behaved in the face of his impending death; whether or not he struggled or cried out. I suppose we see ourselves in another’s struggle and we have the opportunity to ask ourselves what we would be like in that same situation. This morning I went to see 20,000 days on Earth, the documentary film about Nick Cave’s writing and singing career and there was a small section in it in which he recalled his father reading to him from Lolita. Cave remarked that he noticed his father became someone else in the reading of this book to his young son and further said that he believe that most people wanted to be someone else. I think that Cave believed that he became someone else when he performed in front of an audience. I disagree that everyone wants to be someone else, but I do think that we sometimes wish to allow aspects of our self to emerge that may remain for long periods of time as inaccessible to ourselves and to others. My not so dark side emerged victorious today, but it certainly had a battle with the darker side of my psyche, which has a desire to understand what we commonly call evil. I refuse to watch the news at the moment, I have become like many others, and I just don’t want to know. I remember doing this before two decades ago and it was for the very same reason, I kept crying for women and children and innocents who are persistently called ‘collateral damage’ and not considered at all as human beings.