…civilization; Dan Murphy’s opens in Bega.
Last Friday the Gang did the airport foxtrot to the Tweed River Regional Gallery for the latest episode of Tour de Force: in case of emergency break glass; Megsie being guest speaker at the opening (and giving a floortalk as well.)
What a fabulous facility – though we’d be more than content with something a touch under half the size. And the outlook! Sooo Bega Valley…
…we can just picture it up at the Lookout.
Anyhoo, it was a big turnout for both the talk and the opening – which also featured the ‘unveiling’ of Margot Anthony’s portrait by Rob Hannaford. All very spooky given that we’re moving into peak portrait season in a big way back at home (the Shirley Hannan’s getting very close.) It was certainly a real priviledge to meet Margot and Doug…
…what lovely folks they are up there. And what a great job they did with Tour. Brilliant.
Plenty of serious room. Totally cool. More snaps here.
And yet another surprise on the night…
…Deb Cox en famille at dinner.
The only disappointment was Suzi’s absence; she was away on her global inspection of museum-held-artist-studios, in preparation for the Tweed’s accessioning of the delectable Margaret Olley pile.
[The ultimate mission we reckon. How splendid. n(Ed).]
And then it was back on the plane the next morning for Melbourne…
…for a serious fall-about with the l’il bro (no snaps, too busy partying.) But we can report that we certainly made up for the years of absence (we only see him when he’s over filming something.)
We had a very laid back Sunday, as you do, before Phil took off up-country again and Granny and Megsie slipped into one last drinkie before the old chook’s hip-op the next morning…
At 6am Monday morning we headed off – the Gang to Tulla/Merimbula and Granny to her date with her orthopedic surgeon at the Mercy.
(She’s fine, btw.)
The Gang received a very cute email from Stephen Skillitzi, letting us know that he had a residency coming up later in the year at the Glassworks – and he tossed in a few glam shots, of which this is our hands-down fave…
…on his way to England in 1967. Incontrovertible proof that those blowers have always been hotties…
After the Rain
jas hugonnet gallery www.hugonnet.com.au
Sutton’s work focuses on the art of seeing, recording his experience of being in the world and creating evocative viewing encounters.
This collection began with the simple premise of making photographs after the rain, when the roads become mirrors, and the gutters shorelines.
After many forays into the drenched streets Sutton’s attention was drawn to fallen graphics, drops of light, and other washed up surprises.
The works that form After the Rain evoke the feeling of being outside when the air, charged with negative ions, presides over a wet and rejuvenated scene.
Now showing March 15 to June 15
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To arrange an appointment to view or for media images, please call 0417 235 916 or contact the gallery via the website.
It was the second weekend in a row for nail-biting apropos whether or not to cancel an exhibition opening; this time the Matthew Jones show at the BVRG. Had it continued to rain on the Friday we really would have pulled the plug, if only as a duty of care to all the cognoscenti who’d feel obliged to travel through the dangerous conditions. But we had a fair day of it – and decided that we wouldn’t be morally culpable for any mishaps after all.
Guest speaker for the evening, Andrew Sayers, went the long-haul around the Darragh (the Brown having collapsed) with nary a murmur and we’re convinced that he’s entirely responsible for bringing the glorious weather for the (Canberra) long weekend that followed.
There was a gratifyingly dedicated show of support in the end, many people making the supreme effort to drive the long way around Merimbula or Cobargo in order to make it. And they were well rewarded for their effort. Matt, the 3rd recipient of the Far South Coast Living Artist Project Scholarship, did the program (and his Dad) proud.
It’s a fabulous exhibition; strong and fresh, with just enough soft-pop to contemporize the ‘storybook’ mien. The portraits are merely numbered (ie not titled per se), apart from the one self-portrait as a pleasant young man…
and that seriously cute, folkloric series of animals…
No prizes for guessing Megsie’s favourite, though…
Gallery visitors are loving it big time. One definitely not to be missed.
More goodies here.
Even more goodies here
But wait, there’s more (this from Matt’s friend Sam, who’s one of his subjects)
A sharp eyed motorist caught sight of these fabbo termite mounds on the way to Tathra and sent them in for our certain delectation.
Bush art hits the coast. Hope it takes off.
The Gang, along with a surprising number of comrade-in-arts, braved the tempests the weekend before last for the annual Sculpture on the Edge at Bermagui. Had Megsie not been officially opening it we might, it’s true, have been sorely tempted to give it a miss – but like the legendary Mounties she’s interminably conscientious (twice over in fact – she had to front up again for the Sculpture Symposium on the Sunday as well…)
The ceremonials had been very sensibly shifted away from the inclement howling up on the headland to the relative comfort the Community Centre (venue of the Small Sculpture Show) which was much kinder on the opening crowd. And it was a most convivial evening – fuelled as ever by that swell of relief of pulling it off in time and the hail-fellow-well-met camaraderie of all the (mainly recidivist) participants.
Which is one of our favourite elements of the event - all the old pals down from near and far (if not in person, then at least in sculpture.) Trevor Dunbar’s solo show at the fishermen’s Co-op was a cracker (as already reported) but we also enjoyed the work he made with Dinah for the headland…
The animals rooled, really, we decided in the end…
Lots more here to look at – well, things that caught our eye in any case. We thought there was a certain lack of truly satisfying scale this year. And a tad more rigour in the selection stakes wouldn’t have gone astray. But all in all Sculpture on the Edge continues to be a stimulating outing for the faithful. And after the bracing wind, there’s always that luscious gelati.
Hats off to Jan, Sculpture Warrior Queen. Hang in there, honey, these things take years to fully establish.
And congrats to Jen Mallinson, who took out the major prize (for her larger work up on the headland)…
She’s on a roll, that gel.
Oh, and nearly forgot May Barrie – sublimely simple. (Sorry, no pics.)
As promised, a wrap-up of Trev-o-rama at Bermagui last weekend…
Trev spared us nothing, from Ken and Barbie to Dennis Nona…
Even Jesus got his rocks off…
It was classic Dunbar – how relieved we are to see that he’s not succumbed to moderation in his old(er) age. It’s a kind of Trev-meets-Slim-meets-the de la Torres, eh.
We caught up with him (and Dinah) at the Sculpture on the Edge opening (both serious grinners, just having sold their collaborative piece up on the headland to Philip Cox.)
More marvellous mania here.