Friday, October 29, 2010

"matchbox songs....other/self-portraits"


I don't spend too much time with things once they are completed...usually happy to hide them away somewhere for days...then coming back to them to see if they surprise ...hopefully to the degree that i almost don't recall them...as if they belonged to someone else...then i know they were worth doing...i feel that way about these..for now at least...as i explained last night there was a certain intensity to the making of this series that is inevitably contained in the work...something memorial in their presence...they commenced as a random collection of anonymous photographic portraits of men...it just happened that way...and suddenly i reached a point where i couldn't ignore them...something had to be made of them...the fact that they were male figures from my fathers generation is something...but not deliberate...no doubt some Freudian strata...what i remember most intently... is the fragments of the black and white photographs..the depth of the bible blacks...the surface of the ivory whites...evoking memory... 'de facto' by nature...even the piano keys...found in an op-shop in Hobart...i can claim very little...except for the last three pieces that are from photos of my father...killed in a car accident when i was 3 months old...with their piano key handles i hold them up to the light...but nothing comes through...sp  

2 comments:

  1. c'est une magnifique collection.. j'aime vraiment beaucoup

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  2. i like the surprising integrating of the piano keys with your male images.

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