charcoal pencil and pastel pencil on wood panel
In the first week of November, Michele and Kate put up a short-lived (but greatly enjoyable) exhibition at the Watch House Gallery, Balmain. The show focussed on their prints, drawings and artist’s books inspired by the ephemera and detritus deposited at the high tide mark.
Thank you to everyone who made it to the show. Watch out for the next Tiliqua Studio exhibition to be held at the Chrissie Cotter Gallery in April next year.
At the beginning of the year (how can it be August already?) I formulated a plan to execute a series of drawings of the girls as they make the inevitable journey through puberty. They may move faster thank I can keep up, though…
and I keep worrying at my bones.
Michele and I have been busy playing with the possibilities of adding carborundum to our toolkit. After several weeks of experiments and expletives we have completed the first panels of what we are hoping to be a larger work based on the theme of ‘tidelines’ (inspired by Michele’s artist book of the same name).
In April I took the family for a walk along the best beach in the world (at least for us) to check in on the remains of a whale that had washed up a few months before. It was the day after a big storm, the light was clear and strong and the beach was littered with seaweed that had been torn up by the waves. In amongst the weed were scores of newly dead fish. I have never seen anything like it before, even the gulls seemed perplexed.
The weed (and fish) made wonderful patterns along the beach. Inspiring patterns! These are a the start of a series of studies, which hopefully will translate into part of the larger work that Michele and I have launched ourselves into. So, it’s loose and expressive carborundum experiments by day, and these by night…
When I was young I wondered about all the fish swimming under our tinny.
The environment has changed so much, now I’m anxious about their ability to exist in our polluted world.
Much of my work is concerned with the beach. It’s hard to ignore the ocean.
A way to represent the movement of water was needed.
Trying to contain it in a box somehow made sense.
Maps of my Creative Dilemmas… Probably an ongoing series.
Titles to date…
At times creativity eludes me and frustration sets in.
My response has been to describe my emotions in maps.
By using heavy paper and varied foldings I may be increasing my exasperation as I have never found maps easy to refold.
A book of a walk along the ever changing margin between water and sand.
Memories of walking along the beach are recalled when I need respite from a sometimes hectic, intrusive world.