This is a glimpse of my exhibition work for
University....
Gallery homepage.or 2006 page
Below is the basis of the proposal for my Masters of Visual Arts(Textiles) exhibition
and some of the ideas I explored.
This link will take you to what I actually ended up hanging for it
subtle memories/ vivid impressions
Memories, specifically of places visited, form the focus of my work. From my travels I
carry within me a memory of places visited. This memory is an accumulation of things
seen at the location as well as impressions and feelings experienced during the journey.
In these works I intend to examine memories and landscape; both my memories of
specific places, and also the idea that the impressions of a place can contain imprints of
memories and events of the past.
Through the use of Postcards or Snapshots we capture fleeting glimpses of our travels to
hold onto and/or to share with others.
I think the exhibition is evolving into an installation- many pieces that will add up
to something like the pages of a journal - detailing many small impressions picked up
along the way.......
What attracted me to juxtaposing these two very different places was the similarity of
experience I found in both. Through the vast stillness of outback Australia and amid
the bustle of India I found a sense of the special, the sacred in life. There seemed to be so
many similar experiences even though they were sometimes almost the exact opposite of
each other.
Lake Menindee- a silver smear of water in the distance and a sense of profound peace
and stillness.
The very busy Sikh Temple in Delhi with it's sacred Tank [pool] that also has an aura of
peace and stillness.
It is very hard working in small snatches like this for me- I keep feeling it is leading up
to a big piece but need to finish this project before I can go there...
University....
Gallery homepage.or 2006 page
Below is the basis of the proposal for my Masters of Visual Arts(Textiles) exhibition
and some of the ideas I explored.
This link will take you to what I actually ended up hanging for it
subtle memories/ vivid impressions
Memories, specifically of places visited, form the focus of my work. From my travels I
carry within me a memory of places visited. This memory is an accumulation of things
seen at the location as well as impressions and feelings experienced during the journey.
In these works I intend to examine memories and landscape; both my memories of
specific places, and also the idea that the impressions of a place can contain imprints of
memories and events of the past.
Through the use of Postcards or Snapshots we capture fleeting glimpses of our travels to
hold onto and/or to share with others.
I think the exhibition is evolving into an installation- many pieces that will add up
to something like the pages of a journal - detailing many small impressions picked up
along the way.......
What attracted me to juxtaposing these two very different places was the similarity of
experience I found in both. Through the vast stillness of outback Australia and amid
the bustle of India I found a sense of the special, the sacred in life. There seemed to be so
many similar experiences even though they were sometimes almost the exact opposite of
each other.
Lake Menindee- a silver smear of water in the distance and a sense of profound peace
and stillness.
The very busy Sikh Temple in Delhi with it's sacred Tank [pool] that also has an aura of
peace and stillness.
It is very hard working in small snatches like this for me- I keep feeling it is leading up
to a big piece but need to finish this project before I can go there...
'Dear Darling,....I, II and III'
Our beautiful Darling River is gasping, has
almost lost itself through drought and trying to
meet the needs of irrigation....
or so it seemed to me . It's plaintive calls could
be heard in the rustle of the leaves of the ancient
Red River Gums.
Our beautiful Darling River is gasping, has
almost lost itself through drought and trying to
meet the needs of irrigation....
or so it seemed to me . It's plaintive calls could
be heard in the rustle of the leaves of the ancient
Red River Gums.
"Mungo rising I, II and III"
The subtle colour and textural changes
on a clear but very chilly winter's
morning as the sun advances over the
horizon.
The subtle colour and textural changes
on a clear but very chilly winter's
morning as the sun advances over the
horizon.
" Jaipur- Moti Dunglhi Marg; Pearl of
the Hills Road"
What a poetic name, even the sound of
the words have a lovely rhythm to
them,like therustle of a sari and the
movement of the patterns on the border
of a lady's sari as she walks along. All
these impressions seem to roll into one
in my memory
the Hills Road"
What a poetic name, even the sound of
the words have a lovely rhythm to
them,like therustle of a sari and the
movement of the patterns on the border
of a lady's sari as she walks along. All
these impressions seem to roll into one
in my memory
"Outback"
the thing about going out west is that
the view is so much bigger than you can
see all at once- it spills out past the edges
of your sight.
the thing about going out west is that
the view is so much bigger than you can
see all at once- it spills out past the edges
of your sight.
"Leaving Mombai"
driving away from Mombai I was struck
by the roll of the Western Ghats, the
bright sparkes of life and the blanket of
the air above. Being Australian I am not
used to the air being made visible via
smog and haze.
driving away from Mombai I was struck
by the roll of the Western Ghats, the
bright sparkes of life and the blanket of
the air above. Being Australian I am not
used to the air being made visible via
smog and haze.
"Hillston: winter hopes"
Drought and what to me seemed very
marginal land and yet tucked into the scrub
were these sewn fields of hope....
amazing the care and exactness of the lines
of their sewing
Drought and what to me seemed very
marginal land and yet tucked into the scrub
were these sewn fields of hope....
amazing the care and exactness of the lines
of their sewing
"Menidee"
"Jaipur"
In the quiet of the evening out west in
Australia my eyes were drawn to the
sparkle of the Nature's night sky.
In the quiet of the evening at Tiger Fort
above the hustle and bustle of Jaipur my
eye was drawn to the sparkle of humanity
"Jaipur"
In the quiet of the evening out west in
Australia my eyes were drawn to the
sparkle of the Nature's night sky.
In the quiet of the evening at Tiger Fort
above the hustle and bustle of Jaipur my
eye was drawn to the sparkle of humanity
so far this is some of the bits that
jumbled onto my studio wall-in the final
installation I will have more space and
will arrange pieces so the images and
their names give a clue to the
impressions I am sharing.
jumbled onto my studio wall-in the final
installation I will have more space and
will arrange pieces so the images and
their names give a clue to the
impressions I am sharing.
