Eastern Suburbs Art Group

Today the first challenging day of a 3-day conference in Mascot. There are still some things to understand about the sales stack the consultants Connekt Coaching inroduced surprisingly during a meditation session. To be honest this was the first time I had entered into such a physical and mental state. Because it was so new I really don't know if it worked. Material covered in the conference was often new but there were some aspects of the curriculum I felt I already knew. It was good to get a refresher. I couldn't afford a one-on-one training program but the presence of other people was sometimes obtrusive. Organisers broke tasks down into manageable chunks so that it was easy to move through the program.  Sometimes it felt like I was looking at early abstract paintings. At other times it felt like being in an episode on 'I Dream of Genie'. You know, butcher's paper and diagrams. All very analogue, which is actually part of the day I most enjoyed. One element that ...

Natasha had paintings in a show at Breakfast Point. I brought the photogrtapher Henry. Mark and his partner Stephanie came by ferry. We shot a group phoito for the MindBodySpirit Festival flyer.  Henry also made individual profile photos for use elsewhere. Photo credit to Stepahnie (see below).

An event can bring back memories but I can go to the blog and find things. I remember about 10 years ago, maybe more, an old girlfriend contacted me. I was living in Queensland at the time. I had gone back to writing poetry. Just prior to this I stopped pitching stories to magazines, for a number of reasons. Some of the reasons were good. Well, all of the reasons were good. It was the end of the year when I drove to Brisbane to meet this girl.  Just note that the seasons are a bit different in the north. Well she had been staying with a friend she said. The apartment was on the river. On the wall a painting by Wm Robinson. We sat on the balcony with the muddy river slow nearby like Lethe. This montage I had completely forgotten about. It was made not long before meeting the woman in Brisbane. Oh ok it was some months before. At around the time I made this I had just finished a long poem on relationships. My daughter came out to see me. We went to the zoo, the Irwin zoo it was not f...

Actually it's sort of disappointing when you arrive at the Fever site (see pic below). The toilets are there. There is a kiosk where you can get a warm cappuccino. And the grubby white dome where the action takes place inside. But once you put on the VR headsets and start the adventure it's quite fun. For my family not so much as they didn't offer the right language selection. There's a green eyed cat. A woman dressed like Indiana Jones. You go into a pyramid. You sit on top of the pyramid. Then you're on a boat. A kind of barge actually. You move around by sort of walking as best you can (careful not to fall over) from one blue cordon to the next. Follow arrows. And whisper. If you talk too loudly the staff come and corrrect you. Silence essential so you don't bother people nearby.

I had some notice but in the end only took a few items. A few jackets. The jackets are not too small or damaged, but they are not what I currently want to wear. The organiser took a green leather jaacket I brought. I didn't find anything to swap it with. There were some short sleeved shirts but they were a bit too colourful for my taste. Natually most of the clothes at the swap were for women and I was the only man attending. In my art practice (for what it's worth) is also do repurposing. The collage process has some shortcomings buit I am working on resolving the problems. Mostly they have to do with fading. Magazine paper is not designed to be exposed to the light for 10 years, unlike a jacket.

Smith took a 2.5 month residency organised by Randwick Council. She would go down to the beach. She took photos of underwater features - rocks, steps - through the shallow water. She said normally the water was clear. For the first time I had spoken with her Smith revealed to me an influence, Berenice Abbott. This photographer had made photos of evidence of frequency by visiting scientific labs. On the other hand Smith herself uses the natural environment. The show is titled 'Precious Water' and is closed now. The day I met Smith there it was raining, I had some lunch from a small cafe nearby.

Had to go to the conservators wo while up north I popped into Manly Art Gallery. This show is a bit of a mixed bag. There are some items more interesting and others less so. Jennifer Turpin's sculpture is quit vivid, made also from seaweed derived materials (see above).  Danielle Creenaune's striking print (see above) has a looseness that is at odds with the form.  For personal reasons I liked Georgia Macfarlane's Poppey rendition of the suburban oasis (see above). Often it's Aboriginal artists who adopt the naive style in paintings, but not here. Louise Fowler-Smith's extraordinary paionting of a flower (see above) really stood out however. THere's something powerful and ambiguoous about the rendition of a flower.

 I was down in Melbourne for a few days. I popped into No Vacancy which is in like a shopping centre, surrounded by restaurants. It's a novel experience. These works are nudes and they are rendered in a delicate style with an excess of form. The semi sharp angles of the legs, torsos, arms, heads combine with a realistic palette. It's difficult to find analogues and I haven't really seen anything like this though obviously Lucien Freud comes to mind. Feeling tired from all the walking and not liking too much socialising I left before the opening began. Spoke with the gallerist for a while though as she was putting out wine glasses.

I was in the area to meet Natasha and we had a coffee then dropped by the gallery. It was a rainy day. The walls inside the gallery held colourful embroideries. Leslie Lockwood's minimalist works in soft colours are not big but they seem to burst out of their frames. See below. Joanne Steele's abstract designs are also forceful and solid (see below). The gallery is staffed. It's a bright and airy space. There are lots of windows to enable the outside light to filter in. Parking in the area is a bit difficult at times, the train station is close by.

The reason no posts here of late is because I was out of the country. While overseas I visited Hiroshima. In fact Hiroshima Day is today at least in Sydney, it might be the same elsewhere I haven't checked.  Probably no elaboration is needed but one thing I hadn't thought about is the extent of the blast. About 4km to be exact. If you take a train from the north side of Hiroshima Station (where the bullet trains arrive) you pass along a coastal track to Kure where the Japanese Navy made its ships early last century. Kure is about 25km from the blast zone so the old 19th C buildings it had then are still there today. I got a cab from Kure and went to Yasuura. The gallery is a large rambling wooden home and it has a number of display cabinets. One cabinet even has a fan of golf clubs. You take off your shoes to walk on the beautiful wooden floors in slippers. The real treasures are out the back. Minami was a very talented Impressionist painter but I had never heard his name befor...

To get to this show took weeks of effort. Things kept cropping up. Events got sheduled. At last a friend agreed to go with me and I was able to find two days running. These larger paintings are huga and really probably will only work in a public setting. I have seen Dober's smalol works up close before but this was the first time in a while I had seen the multi panel works in real life. I think I had seen some in Windsor years earlier. They shimmer and dance. They seem to move. They are engrossing and complex. They do more than an artwork is ucually expected to do. They entrance. There was a small group of people there when I came to the front entrance from my car. The people asked if I was in the drawing group. I said no. Many Australiuan towns have a big something. Taree has the big oyster in the Kia sales yard. I thought about my ruthless will in organising the trip. In fact I felt like a big oyster. But I made it happen. Actually the big oyster is grotesque. As if the builders ...

With the Tree Veneration Society I was in a parade in Berry last month. Berry is a sort of small town with one street and two pubs, so typically Australian. In the parade we all wore bird masks. The parade was led by the Femmes Fatales. I stayed in a motel with two cockroaches and no charge cord for the phone. To charge the phone I sat in the car for two hours in the carpark. It was my fault the charge cord was missing I had forgotten to pack one. There was also a workshop led by some people from Sydney. I'm not sure what it's about but something to do with writing to MPs regarding climate change. Actually after getting back to Sydney I planned to attend another session but unfortunately had no time. The parade was also neglected. I am not sure the message was clear. Something about trees, nature and the arts. There was no media. The organisers did a great job though bringing together so many people. The Femmes Fatales are quite fun. Burlesque has for a while been popular in cu...

Most of the works with the usual muted beige paletter. This one a standout however, the strong blues especially drawing attention from people in the gallery. It's like ICE agents beating Snow White. So interesting and deep. Zilinski is consistent, sort of puzzled lines that seem a bit surprised to find themselves on the canvas. The canvas embarrassed by all the attention, feeling  a bit unworthy.

This month I drove north for the annual Myall Creek Commemoration event. It's every year on King's Birthday weekend. On the Saturday before the ceremony I went out to this fair. They have some interesting sculptures. The countryside around there is grazing land, rolling hills, dry grass. Some areas of green evidcently there'd been some rain. The fair wasn't amazaing I sat down had some coffee. Saw some people I know. Actually almost had an accident. The satnav was telling me one thing the road sign another. I was in front of a caravan, then I braked and crossed to the other side of the road, turned back. In the end little drama though the driver of the car towing the caravan must've had a bit of concern. I did a U-ie and came back to the turnoff. Drove south. It was sunny and not too cold during the trip. Funny thing about country folk the cars are almost all utes or 4WD but for some reson like 60pc white colour.

Somehow this artist's works manage to be figurative, the mass of brushstrokes culminating in an image taken from the natural world. It's sort of like a revelation. I have seen his work at this gallery for years, many years ago I thought of buying one. Maybe it's the next stage of figuration after Fred Williams. What is it about the landscape in this country that drives artists to such depths of expression. I think Jun Chen who shows at Nanda/Hobbs sits on the same spectrum. Whatever it is it's great. I really enjoyed looking at Pennock's works this time. No doubt he'll be back again next year for another showing.

This was another stop on the Rushcutters Bay gallery walk. The works seemed a good fit for the particular gallery. It's not unusual to find a show like this with similar items for sale. Apologies if I'm not being clear. What I mean to say is that these items look similar. But this is normal in Sydney, and probably elsewhere. In fact the titles of the works are as interesting as the works themselves. Grounded, carved by memory, holding the story. I wondered who the artist was. Is. The gallery walk is worthwhile. Visiting commerical galleries is good fun, well if you're a little weird. Or if you don't mind wasting time. I usually go with friends.

Mark Dober, a solo exhibition, The Splendour of Nature, at Manning Regional Gallery, Taree. Exhibition ends 12 July 2025. Mark has made his wall-sized gouache and watercolour works on site in the landscape. The gouache shown in this post is 168 x 380 cm. Mark lives in central Victoria, he is a member of the Eastern Suburbs Art Group.

The drawing is excellent but the meaning is hidden in the gloss. Something about gay airmen, fighter planes. I couldn't make it out. But the drawing, wonderful. Reminded me of this guy, I think name is David Salle. I think New York in the 90s, but really not sure. Anyway I liked Fuller's work.

This event took place in Centennial Park. I located the relevant tree I think a banyan on a hill. Underneath hundreds of young people jogging or cycling. The TVS sat around and ate some prepared food. We each broght something to eat. These kind people. Everyone has something to say. The sharing circle meant about two minutes each person. Many different concerns. One person talked about a sustainable house being made in the Blue Mountains. I said I want to be more intentional, borrowing the sustainability theme. Being intentional as an artist, what does that mean. I had a discussion later with someone else, I wondered when the idea of "practice" became sort of mandatory for artists. We talk about an artist's practice. I am not sure why it is necessary to practice being an artist, being an artist is a choice. Being a journalist is a practice, you "do" journalism but an artist just "is". When you think in terms of practice you end up with stacks of works ...

This show is closed now but I went along on the opening night to see. I had bought one of the artist's works before at a different show. They are linocuts, large ones often. Sometimes they are coloured with paint and sometimes they are just the black ink. But the work below is a painting. There were a few people at the opening and I chatted with Susan and Vincent.  The linocut on the left in the top photo is striking. It is a scene of tress and nature, in a very dramatic phase. The trees seem to move. The leaves are dense and the execution is brilliant. A coloured version of the ame print was in another room.

We had four participants as well as me. I was basically administering, handing out supplies, offering advice, and making coffee.  There were different appoaches. Some people added collage to prepared sheets with watercolour paint on them. You can see the results of this method above. Other people painted their own sheets of paper, as shown above. Mic took a third avenue with a pure watercolour composition. We all had a good time.

I'd heard of this painter before but hadn't had the chance to see a group of his works together in one place like this before. These are from the 30s. There is something like contemporary illustration here, I mean they are very modern, ahead of their years. They look like they cd've been painted in 2019. Shades of El Greco. I quite like the simplicity, the reduced palette, the conception. The above is a portrait of Spencer done by a different artist. The Biblical themes of Spencer's works also suggestive. Old debates. An enduring spiritucalism. Questioning. But over all the works not flashy. They are as they should be. Communication, just getting the job done.

The heart of the city is remarkably empty esp on a weekend. You see all these security guards, from shopping centre owners, from the city government, and of course police. Because there's nobody around. Anyway i spent a bit of time in the gallery near the train station. Pushpa Kumari There was nobody in the gallery either. I sort of bobbed around like a fishing lure. Ryan Presley There seems to be more of a focus in WA, at least in the gallery, on contemporary Aboriginal culture, for example the painting above. Vincent Namatjira I loved the portrait of Gina Reinhart (see above) by possibly the most famous contemporary Aboriginal artist. So refreshing and real. Naturally mining is viewed differently in WA compared to the rest of the country (with possible exception of regional Qld). Revel Cooper The above painting beautiful with super saturated and almost cartoonish colours. Remainds me  of a painting granny bought when we were small, granny's painting hung over the dining table...

I booked a ticket to Perth and got there, got into the hotel, and drove to Wanneroo to see the Antipodean Manifesto exhibition but it was shut. Google said it was open but the gallery site said the opposite. From Wanneroo it was a quick 50 minute drive to Fremantle. This small port town is not far from the Parth CBD but anyway the motorways are so amazing in the western capital there wasn't a traffic light for 100km. I had some quick food then wandered a bit. The Shipwrech Museum is free to enter and I had time  so dropped by. For some reason these empty shells are in the display, something about making buttons from moother of pearl. I didn't spend a lot of time looking. There was also part of the hul l of a wrecked slave ship (see below). I think the ship had been a prize captured by the Navy following outlawing of the slave trade. Fremantle is a small town but it is sort of like Maroochydore or Manly,  pine trees and apartments. On the way back to the motorway passed Murdoch...

I wore a new shirt (see pic). The shirt was made from art show cloth, my tailor did a good job putting it together. The art show in question in Surry Hills. The show had one of my works. The work was picked up from the printers the same day I delivered it to the gallery, so ddni't really have time to check it out beforme hanging. Kate Riley did a good job with the hanging as usual. The opening event really packed (see pic above). Will go to collect unsold work this weekend. Some really nice works featuring the colour yellow. I particularly liked one linocut of a sun by Stephen Westgarth.