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G'day Possums,
it's been an
"ART" week: with a visit to Geelong Regional Gallery to peruse the
"Archibald" finalists follow by a visit to the NGV Potter Centre to
have a look at Del Kathryn Barton's big show.
Variously described
as whimsical, romantic, sexual, cathartic ,sensuous, exuberant and seductive,
DKB's is a big show with big works which really do whack you around a bit.
With
a wall full of flying eyes and framed graffiti faced by large psycho-sexual
renderings (are they paintings?) which in their "dottiness" resemble
indigenous techniques it was difficult to clearly gain a focus in this large
scale cornucopia of colour and bits and things.
An extremely intense video
excoriating car sales techniques was followed by some large priapic sculptural
flowerings and drawings of genitalia and I left, feeling that I didn't want to
know THAT much about someone's personal obsessions.
Gustav Klimt had
came to mind but days later the nagging background thought of that day revealed
itself. It was the illustrations in a book by Ernst Kris that I had read many
years ago: "Psychoanalytic Explorations in Art".
Around the corner in
the Ian Potter were works by Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders of a
simpler verve and self-deprecating humour. Gary Namponan's "Camp Dogs"
were a joy in their most basic carving and renditions of canine personality as
was "We Know Where You Eat (Koala) by Pitcha Makin Fellaz, Ballarat,
Victoria.
The Archie at
Geelong was a much more traditional affair and the funniest, (to me) was the
portrait of the retiring principal of Sydney Grammar "painted" by
mosaic, each little tile made by an individual student of the school body which
brought to mind Pink Floyd's "Another Brick in the Wall ", hardly the attribution probably sought.
Andrew Bonneau's Ayako Saito was a serene, renaissance
influenced piece which seemed to repay his "direct and patient
observation" and Jessica Ashton's querulously amused self portrait
exposing her state at juggling so many roles, hence her daughter's tutu around
her neck, as Ashton contemplates her second pregnancy as well. Both are
beautifully painted, one fine, the other looser, a'la Fragonard, and very
controlled.
Anh Do's wet-in-wet
bravura rendition of Jack Charles is a fine penetrating work placing his
subject front and centre in all his complexity and with a witty little piece of
collage making reference to Judas in amongst the globules of paint.
Exhibiting in
Canberra this week was more of the ruling rabbles hypocrisy writ large. The
dinosaur rump of the rabble, putrid at having lost the marriage equality survey
decided that it was up to them to not only organize its slowed and amended
passage but to also find problems with religious freedoms where none actually
exist. Screaming "Freedom, Freedom, Free to be a bigoted
discriminator" Vichy Abetz, Bestiality Bernardi, Horse-shite Corman and
the other minority Neanderthals also failed at this when the Senate, 42/12
voted to pass the Equality Bill and summarily rejected their
"amendments."
Unable to have a sitting and passage through the house
of Reps because Truffles funked a confrontation with his rural carbuncle over
banks and a poor showing in the Deep North election he refused to have the reps
sit..... Ah, democracy.
Better news was then
apoplectically announced that they had something big on Halal Sam Dastyari
being naughty with the Chinese. Re-hashing his policy difference with his
leader Willie Shortstuff and leaking from, no-one knows where, the advice Halal
Sam gave, "talk-outside-they-might-be-listening," to the character,
who in all likelihood would be more than aware of our spooks methodology, all
of which had Bookshelves Brandarse happily ranting, raving and verily frothing
at the mouth when, exhibiting a double back flip with pike and somersault,
Truffles got Halal off the menu and announced a Royal Commission into the Banks
just like he said he didn't want to!
"It will be a
short RC but comprehensive.." said the vacillating Truffles,".. just
like the banks want....not an analysis of capitalism but with the terms of
reference set as they mailed me
yesterday."
Truffles has a full
plate; two by-elections both seemingly going, not well, The Harpy Cash under
fire...again, Bennelong going feral, more pollies coming out as dual citizens
and ineligible to sit in parliament and the bush-pigs from the Nationals after
Truffles ... no wonder it's called the killing season!
Hoo-roo petals,
Shane.
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