Gems of Texture On Show

August 4th, 2008

A few weeks ago it was my pleasure to visit an interesting fibre art exhibition, Tragedy, Treasure and Trade in Fremantle, Western Australia.; and if you are reading this before it closes on 19 August 2008, I recommend you try to get along to see it:
M-F10am – 4.30pm, Sat 1 – 5pm,
Sun 10.30am – 4.30pm
Community Access Gallery, West Australian Museum – Fremantle History, 1 Finnerty Street, Fremantle (in Fremantle Arts Centre complex, entrance opposite gift shop) Cost: gold coin donation Contact details: Suzanne Coleman suzannecoleman@bigpond.com

The group of experimental stitchers from the Embroiderers’ Guild of Western Australia presented their interpretations and impressions in various textile techniques resulting from group and individual visits to and studies of historic collections relating to early european maritime activity on the Western Australian coast. There is particular reference to the wreck in the Abrohlos archipelago of the Dutch ship Batavia in 1629, a subsequent mutiny and dramatic rescue. Ship, cargo and personal relics plus written records of the events and people involved were studied by members of this group, inspiring interpretation through a wide variety of techniques, some of which the group also learned together. This learning was recorded in individual artist journals which most participants also put out on display. Clearly a great deal of technical virtuosity resides in this group, covering the use of paint and print, felting, dyeing, hand and machine stitch techniques, quilting, plus needleweaving and lace constructions and assemblies. In some cases, the journals were more lively than the resulting finished works.

But overall the individual interpretations are the most fascinating part of this exhibition. I was particulary taken with Linda Stokes’ printed silk scarf (UR) in beautiful water and reef colours, using a motif from a salvaged fragment of lace from the Batavia wreck. Glen Hall also took the inspiration of lace and produced a lace scarf, “SOS”, on tulle (LL) using paint and recycled lace in a rich combination of dirty brown colours with a little coppery metallic here and there suggesting faded glory or tarnished riches – in the C17th only very wealthy people owned lace. Jennie Abbott found inspiration in written accounts of seagulls flocking overhead ( UL) indicating land was not far away with “Sails in the Wind”. This beautiful idea was well executed, but unfortunately hanging this contemporary lace piece against a cream wall reduced it’s impact – how wonderful this could have been possibly larger and instead of hanging from a stick, suspended like a cloud from several corners of this small gallery -that’s if it had not been possible to paint a wall blue for the duration of this show – I wonder if anyone asked? The remaining picture I have collaged is of a lovely piece of work, “Miserere Domine”, (LL) by Hannah Katarski, a sensitive compilation of wool felt, silk, free machine embroidery and mixed media. Such a shame it is behind glass, in a frame that does not echo the reliquary or iconic shape of the design within the work itself.
Several forms encrusted with shells, braids and stitch suggested items recovered from the deep – seachests, rocks, old bells, bowls and other artefacts – these were interesting within the context of adding to the thematic tone of the display.

In such exhibitions I personally retreat from literal representations such as maps and stitch compilations that attempt to portray what could be and probably has been, photographed beautifully. For this reason I felt the large panel just inside the door, see below, was a low point in the show. It’s presence was not needed to prove the incredible impact this project had on the individuals involved, and some of the lovely little embroideries attached and worked on it could better have been used in other stand alone works by the individuals who made them.

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Oh Dear ….

August 4th, 2008
Judgement flew out the window with this collaborative item in the Tragedy Treasure and Trade exhibition. Such old fashioned collaborations are still popular with groups of textile artists, consuming a lot of time and effort from everyone, and someone goes to a great deal of trouble to finish the whole thing off; but the results rarely justify all this. In this particular exhibition, artworks and journals illustrating the stitchers’ common experiences of researching and learning were wonderfully sufficient.
Admittedly, each of the little thingies hanging off the lower edge of this panel is exquisite in itself, although there were a few too many tassels attached. Embroiderers love tassels. I didn’t make particular note, but recall something about each little thingy holds a clue as to something someone on the boat had with them, or something – see, this piece really did not engage much of my attention…..which is sad, because clearly a lot of time and effort was put in by those who contributed.
All the little oddly different sized panels along the bottom are interesting little embroideries, and the whole background is a map of the archipelago on which have been plonked other exquisitely executed little stitched things, in the design traditions of ancient maps. But many of those wonderful historic documents were not well balanced ‘designs’, either.

A Bird’s Eye View

August 2nd, 2008

Silhouetted against the view from the Q1 Building, Surfers’ Paradise, from the 77th floor to be exact – is one of my sisters, who lives nearby at Nerang. Her transport department job gives her an intimate working knowledge of routes through the area and people-moving problems, and there’s no better place from which to view the region than up this tallest building on the coast, probably Queensland. It’s amazing how widespread and important waterway development is there, where to be able to say ‘water frontage’ adds value to any property. And looking south to Tweed Heads in the far distance is just this ongoing coastal development strip. Looking in the opposite direction it is the same – up to well past Brisbane. Despite the very mild, ie for Queensland ‘cold’ weather, there were people swimming and surfing, like the tiniest ants below us as we gazed down… a cluster of people with blue and yellow surfboards are way down on the sand below, indicated surfing school was ‘in’ that day.

For some reason the toilet facilities were further up on the 78th floor, and naturally I had to go try them out. No bathrooms with a view, though you could actually access an outside verandah area and enjoy the rather cold wind whistling by.

Our next move was lunch and then to a nearby arts centre where we realy enjoyed the movie “Children of The Silk Road” and popped in to see a Brett Whitely exhibition in the same centre – joy oh joy, my favourite, Self Portrait in Studio was there – it was the controversial 1976 Archibald Prize winner – I’ve always thought it very clever, really witty. And actually the self portait part of it was himself to a ‘T’, too. There were several other marvellous paintings and drawings, and a 50 minute doco of BW talking about his work, paintings, drawings and sculptures. What an articulate interesting person he was talking about his own work – we had to watch the whole thing, spellbound, and so left ourselves no time for the sculpture walk outside, but had to leave it for next time.

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Architectural Oddities – A Tasmanian Folly

July 30th, 2008

On a wet windy and really cold sunday during my recent visit to Australia, I was sunday driving with an aunt from Launceston, Tasmania…. where I was born and bred. I always enjoy going back. When we were very young, back in the ’50’s, sunday drives after sunday lunch with our grandmother and aunts were a bit of a family tradition. In those days not too many people had family cars and each drive was quite an expedition. The routes were often repeated – but we loved them anyway. Sometimes we had an icecream or a snowball en route, quite often we stopped for a case of apples or some veggies from someone’s farm or dropped in at more or less afternoon teatime to some family friend or vaguely distant relation of my grandmother’s. When you consider it is not altogether joking to comment that Tasmanians are all related to each other somehow, this pretty well covers anyone third generation or longer on the island …. and most back then also had some connection to the land, just as people still do here in Uruguay.

Anyway time’s moved on, and this time it was me sunday driving my aunt. We’d actually had to stop first at the airport out that way to collect a small extra bag I’d completely forgotten I’d checked in Perth WA, containing overflow items, complicated by having to collect up several quilts I hadn’t started with when I left Montevideo. A bit of a worry – but, by the time I realised, on reaching my hotel about half an hour after landing, the airline’s airport office had closed. A small place, Lonnie, and I didn’t worry, knowing they’d be safely secured for the night; and sure enough someone was phoning me by 7am the next morning . So with that collected, we continued on. First town past the airport is Evandale, where we happily browsed some time in an antique shop with a cosy fire in the front room of a beautiful old, very old, early colonial building – very Jane Austenish in character. (some lacey little bits I bought will be subject of another post) after which we had a nice lunch at the local bakery. Continuing on just after lunch, this one really stopped me in my tracks, and despite the freezing wet windy weather I just had to get out and capture a pic for my ongoing series on follies and such. A worthy addition. QED.

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In Transit Back to ‘Normal’ Life

July 25th, 2008

Since I last posted I have been on the move, busily attending to mostly business matters in Perth Western Australia. When I return to Montevideo next week I will upload some pictures, including a new ‘folly’ / bizarre piece of architecture I saw in one place – some pics and comments regarding a couple of textile exhibitions visited while in Perth, and several other things.

Every now and then when I am travelling I am struck by the detatched nature of being somewhere in transit and not actually connected to any thing or anyone around you just for that time. It can be some overheard snippet of conversation (eg over the back fence one night in Perth, our neighbours’ young we haveing a party – barbie going, drinks flowing freely and music actually not very noisy and rather to my liking, so no complaints – just listening was fascinating: “… she is really hot, you know?…. he had hickies all up one side of his neck …. seriously, I haven’t had sex for three months … what are you two doing over there, not kissing are you? … and so on and so on. Even these young things were also talking property and money – the whole of Perth is yabbering about these things on daily basis as they weather the effects of the giant resources boom in Western Australia right now. My, how those kids have grown up over the last few years since we spent any time in our house in Perth, but mature? ….
It can also be triggered by seeing something that seems out of place and that may be so or not. I’m sure these were out of place – the pair of nice navy women’s shoes in a clear plastic bag lying where they dropped, in the middle of a crosswalk between the Brisbane Airport and the station for the Airtrain. As I paused and briefly considered picking them up and handing them in as lost propertly, I realised that even as I did so someone might be frantically back-tracking to try to find them and walk right past me: and then there was the question as to which side should I hand them in seeing as how they were about half way between rail and runway so to speak. All that seemed to indicate to me to leave them right where they were. And I found that decision to be right for me just then, but oddly unsettling as being not at all characteristic of how I would have dealt with the discovery in some other place/time. Just one of the unexpected snippets that can happen while ‘in transit’

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