Archives often deal with the unfamiliar...providing reflections on the past that seem to hold a key to contemporary life...pushing aside the fleeting surface experiences of the present. I'm not certain what archive this comes from...cinema...photography...playing cards...but suddenly present and familiar.
The following 'descriptions' continue my fragmentary visits to artist's studios. Thank you to Julie-Anne for allowing me to impose on her time and trusting me to formulate what essentially remain as chance and arbitrary impressions of not only her work but the studio space itself.
Julie-Anne Milinski's current studio practice explores a range of human and botanical inflections where irony and humour intersect. Presently Julie-Anne is completing post-graduate studies at Griffith University Queensland College of Art in Brisbane.
I'm not certain of the reasons for being drawn to these messages...pleas for help...poignant remainders and reminders of continuous moments of desperation...at what point in time does one reach such a place...the fall and slippage of any community...New York or New Farm...perhaps its simple acknowledgement that is gathered in the gathering of such messages.
These signs are from a poet who stood at a corner in Greenwich Village...mostly in the evening...I passed by several times and each night he had written something different...the messages/descriptions were mostly obscure, cryptic like...one from the day after the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman...the other is what N.Y. does to you...brings you to continuous moments of 'upholding'...embracing you as I was on the very same corner...an unremarkable street corner but somehow the very names capable of returning one to that 'moment of upholding'on the Avenue of the Americas.
I visited New York for a week
I did a lot of walking
even in the snow
buying very little
I passed a lot of beggars on the street
I gave them money
I asked if they would sell their signs
which made me smile
I arrived home with 23 signs.