Saturday, February 27, 2016

'Elemental' at VAC Gallery, Bendigo: Opening night

Featured in this post are a smattering of snapshots taken on Thursday evening, February 25, at the launch of Goldfields Printmakers: Elemental at La Trobe University Visual Arts Centre in Bendigo. Some were taken by me, and some by Shane Jones.

The exhibition was curated by Goldfields Printmaker, Josephine Walsh, with assistance from Goldfields Printmakers founder, Jimmy Pasakos. It was wonderful to see everyone's work come together so seamlessly, and in such a superb art space.

On a personal note, the show is something of a milestone, as it marks the appearance of further works from the fledgling Leaves of Absence series of archival pigment prints. They are part of an ongoing body of work that initially came into being in 2015, in response to the brief of Not Born Digital, a Goldfields Printmakers portfolio that traveled to Hangzhou, China for IMPACT9, the international printmaking conference. The works were subsequently exhibited at Ararat Regional Gallery, also in 2015. Until last year, I'd never made digital prints. The process is, for me, an entirely new way of working and much of it was developed intuitively. I've learned a great deal since Not Born Digital - which I most certainly wasn't! Indeed, I'm still learning - and loving - the process. I hope that some of the modest ground I've gained is evident in Elemental, a show I'm proud to be a part of.

Elemental runs until 10 April. For full details, scroll down to previous post.

From left: DK (holding Shane's glass while he takes the photo), David Frazer, Jimmy Pasakos and Loris Button.
(Jimmy and Davids' works can be seen in the background, left and right respectively)

Goldfields printmakers Leonie Auhl (fifth from left) Josephine Walsh and Jimmy Pasakos (in conversation, centre
foreground) Penny Peckham and Loris Button (background left)

Left - right: Opening speaker, artist Jeff Makin, myself and David Frazer in front of David's prints 

Foreground right: Jimmy Pasakos, background centre: DK and Jeff Makin, far right: David Frazer

Jeff Makin delivers his opening address. To his right is Paul Northam, Managing Curator of VAC Gallery
 Artwork left by Jackie Gorring and right by Kim Barter

The opening night crowd absorbed in Jeff's address

Gallery 2: artworks by Jan Palethorpe

A gallery visitor studies Amanda Lawler's screenprint monotypes (right). Left: fragment of works by Jan Palethorpe 

 Jackie Gorring in front of her artworks

From left, artworks by Dianne Longley, Barbara Semler and Jimmy Pasakos

Jimmy Pasakos and Loris Button admire the works of Rosemary Eagle in Gallery 2. Far right: works by Jan Palethorpe

Second from left: David Frazer chats to Jimmy Pasakos. Third from right: Paul Northam, in conversation with
Josephine Walsh and Dianne Longley

Deborah Klein: Leaves of Absence, archival pigment prints

David Frazer's works

Works by Dianne Longley

Works by Kim Barter

Shameless, but irresistible, the delightful James Pasakos, Jackie Gorring and Shane Jones
mugging in front of my Leaves of Absence

And finally, me: relaxed and happy at the opening's closing

Tuesday, February 23, 2016


Deborah Klein, Memory #15, 2015, archival pigment print, 22 x 22.5 cm

Some of my Leaves of Absence prints are part of the group show Elemental, opening tomorrow at La Trobe University Visual Arts Centre in Bendigo.

The four natural elements: earth, air, fire and water, are the basis for this exhibition by fourteen Goldfields printmakers who live or work in Central Victoria. The unique dry landscape, shaped by mountains, hills and flat plains, provides rich material for artists to observe changes in animal and plant behaviour and in weather patterns.

Exhibiting artists:

Leonie Auhl, Kim Barter, Rosemary Eagle, David Frazer, Jackie Gorring, Deborah Klein, Anne Langdon, Amanda Lawler, Dianne Longley, Val McCann, Jan Palethorpe, James Pasakos, Barbara Semler and Josephine Walsh

Landscape artist and Director of Port Jackson Press, Jeff Makin, will launch the exhibition on Thursday 25 February, 6 - 8 pm.

The exhibition runs from 24 February – 10 April.

121 View Street
Bendigo Vic 3350
T: 03 5441 8724

Gallery hours: Tues - Fri 10 am – 5 pm. Sat - Sun 12 pm – 5 pm

Thursday, February 18, 2016

The 2016 Festival of the Photocopier Zine Fair

Last weekend was a mammoth one. On the afternoon of Sunday, 14 February, the day after the Modern Myth artist talks at Counihan Gallery In Brunswick, I was a first-time participant in the legendary Sticky Institute Festival of the Photocopier Zine Fair (FOTP16) at Melbourne Town Hall . I'm pictured directly below with a selection of my Moth Woman Press zines. (Photo credit: Shane Jones). It was a wonderful experience and I can't wait for FOTP17. For more views of this year's zine fair, visit Moth Woman Press HERE.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

MODERN MYTH floor talks

Pictured below are a few shapshots taken during and after the Modern Myth floor talks last Saturday afternoon, February 13, at Counihan Gallery In Brunswick. All photos are by Shane Jones.

After a brief introduction, exhibition curator Domenica Vavala conducted an interview via Skype with Modern Myth artist Carmel Seymour in Iceland. I spoke directly afterwards, followed by Eddy Carroll, Annette Phillips, Linda Studena, Domenica Vavala and finally, Jazmina Cininas. Jazmina spoke of her sculptures, the lagerphones that evolved from her Lithuanian heritage and double as musical instruments for the group The Lost Clog, of which she is a member. This was a perfect cue for one of the afternoon’s delights, a short song cycle by that very group.

Afterwards, in a local cafe, Shane and I reunited with two old friends who had traveled considerable distances to attend the floor talks (See last photo). Bev Murray (who I've known since my days in London in the 1970s) barely had time to shed her jet lag after arriving from London on Monday, and Kim McDonald (who I met when we were art school undergraduates in the 1980s) had journeyed from Fish Creek in regional Victoria.

Domenica Vavala's Skype interview with Carmel Seymour in Iceland

Far right: works by Dear Plastic

Eddy Carroll (background, second from right) discusses her Shadow Self Shadow. Foreground right: works by Dear Plastic

Dominica Vavala (second from right) speaks about her watercolours and the ideas that underpin them.
Also in this shot, right: Annette Phillips's sculpture based on the myth of Narcissus
and Eddy Carroll's Self Shadow Self

The Lost Clog's traditional pre-performance lubrication of the vocal chords

The Lost Clog, featuring Jazmina Cininas (centre)

For an overview of each artist’s work and the ideas underlying MODERN MYTH, Jazmina’s wonderful opening night address is reproduced below.

Less than a fortnight ago, The Guardian newspaper ran an article proposing that fairytales have been part of human culture since the Bronze Age. It seems our need for tales of good and evil, of punishment and reward, of transformation and redemption, is as old as humanity itself, stretching back to ancient ages and long dead tongues. We may no longer believe in the veracity of capricious gods or enchanted lands ruled by magic and giants and yet, the myths of our past continue to demand our attention and fascination, reinvented and regurgitated in recurring symbolic themes.  Peruse the highest grossing films of all time and you will find an overrepresentation of fantasy and the fantastical in our popular entertainment, manifesting in the alien universes of Star Wars and Avatar, the magical dining halls and dungeons of Harry Potter, the super powers and superheroes and villains of a Marvel comic brought to life, or – as any parent of a primary-school-aged daughter will tell you, the sub zero sisterhood of Elsa and Anna.

In her collection of essays, Six Myths of our Time, the English mythographer Marina Warner writes:

“We're living in a new age of faith of sorts, of myth-making, of monsters and chimaeras.

The fictions and narratives of a society contribute as fundamentally to its character as its laws and economy and political arrangements... Myths offer a lens which can be used to see human identity in its social and cultural context ...[They] convey values and expectations which are always evolving, in the process of being formed, but ...never set so hard they cannot be changed again; newly told stories can be more helpful than repeating old ones.”

So, with that in mind...

Once upon a time, in the fabled hamlet of Brunswick, the benevolent curator Domenica of Vavala gathered a cast of storytellers within the walls of Castle Counihan. Naturally, these were no ordinary tellers of tales. In place of words or manuscripts, these new minstrels of mythmaking wove their tales with colours and symbols, with shimmering artefacts and flickering projections.

Eleven made up their number; a cricket team of visual raconteurs, or a soccer side of pictorial storytellers, if you prefer. A slippery number, the “blazon of sin” according to Saint Augustine, the number of internal conflict and rebellion, of exaggeration and extravagance. The number of days that simply disappeared in 1752 when Britain switched to the Gregorian calendar, and Wednesday 2nd September was followed by Thursday 14th September.

Rumour has it that at first, there were only ten when, at the eleventh hour, the eleventh member entered their midst, hopefully not entirely reminiscent of the forgotten fairy whom everyone thought dead until she burst uninvited into a royal christening bringing a curse of sleep upon the kingdom.

Or that the ten were never really ten to begin with, for how does one properly count the two-headed Takahashi, who prefer their correspondence addressed Dear Plastic? In the Modern Myth, there are no absolutes, and nothing is what it first seems. But on with the story.

Conventional wisdom tells us that the beginning is a very good place to start, so very well, let’s begin at the beginning. Alesh Macak’s personal Tardis takes us back before Once upon a time, before the Bronze Age even, to a time before time. In Vignettes of a Forgotten Time, Castle Counihan’s resident Time Lord has charted a course from the heart of the earth’s forests to edge of universe. To where supernovas give birth to new planets with twin suns and kaleidoscopic clouds. To the first breath of the oceans and primordial quivering of the forests. To the very beginning - and the very end - of time

Joining Alesh at the dawn of creation are Dear Plastic. Like the Shinto gods Izanagi and Izanami giving birth to the Japanese archipelago, Yumi and Masahiro conjure up new lands filled with sunshine and possibility, inviting us through rainbow gateways into candy-coloured vignettes of happiness, where clouds the colour of fairy floss form crowns for innocents and optimists. 

If we follow in shadow of Joseph Campbell, beginnings give way to adventures in which the known and the familiar are abandoned for the unknown, whether this be:

“a forest, a kingdom underground, beneath the waves, or above the sky, a secret island, lofty mountaintop, or profound dream state; but … always a place of strangely fluid and polymorphous beings, unimaginable torments, super human deeds, and impossible delight.” 

Heeding the call, watercolour fabulist Domenica Vavala, scales the peaks of Mount Llullaillaco on the Argentinian border, passing through willow patterned landscapes to lost lands where half a millennium ago, fifteen year old Sun Virgins drank eternal sleeping potions of coca leaves and maize beer so that crops might flourish and the weather be kind, their perfectly preserved bodies resurrected 500 years later, like Incan Sleeping Beauties.

The arctic fogs of Canada and Reykjavik still cling to Carmel Seymour’s watercolours and works on paper. Her intrepid travellers navigate snow-blind landscapes and tripping hazards armed only with woollen coats, outstretched hands and trust. Or they may embark on pilgrimages to improbable mountaintops where gravity makes way for levitating rocks, and radiant force fields rival the splendour and palette of the Northern Lights.

My own ancestral pilgrimage has transported me to the animist forests of pagan Lithuania, where a lingering whiff of the brewery offers a conduit between Baltic and Antipodean folk traditions, and birds and beasts do battle on the dance floor in shimmering, armoured feathers and fur.

The rules of monomythic tradition entitle the hero – or heroine – to at least one supernatural guardian with the power to bestow a talisman, enchantment or knowledge, enabling one to overcome the dragons and lesser monsters one is bound to meet along the quest.

Minela Krupić takes on the mantle of fairy godmother, preserving histories and visualising new futures for the latest wave of refugees overwhelmed by the challenges of a new language and culture, her empathy born of her own exile from war-torn Bosnia Herzegovina and her earliest encounters and cultural collisions with Australia.

Eddy Carrol’s frayed amulet of satin chains and bridal tulle - suspended like unrequited longing - harnesses the counsel of Xhaansi costumiers, while a sequinned shadow hints at Mespotamian meditations and mysteries. Like a genie released from a lamp, Shadow self Shadow simultaneously promises eternal glamour yet appears as elusive and ephemeral as smoke released into abandoned opium dens.

Paul Compton prefers the cravats, black taffeta and heavy velvets of Victorian boudoirs, harnessing the happenstance of collage and consorting with fortune-tellers and gaslight spiritualists to create his personalised tarot deck. This major arcana inevitably predicts calamity and catastrophe, but always offers just enough optimism, and good humour, to enable one to piece the shattered fragments of the self back together again, if not necessarily in the same order.

For where is mythology without a good dose of metamorphosis, whether the transformation be a revelation, a liberation, or a punishment, a curse? Annette Phillips plumbs the beauty myths of classical Greece, resurrecting the cautionary legend of Narcissus, adding a Midas touch in which foraged refuse from local tips, nature strips and op shops is transformed into exuberant, colour saturated sculpture.

Deborah Klein’s beetle women might equally be the victims of their own vanities, cursed to lives as nature’s jewels and ornaments, or captured and displayed as trophies by entomological Bluebeards. Or perhaps the jewelled wings are the very things that allow these women to escape their ivory towers and domestic prisons, the stingers a welcome substitute for darning needles.   

Recalling the story of the brave little tailor, Linda Studená reveals the hierarchies of fiction within myth making by squeezing water, or more accurately tears, from stone, and exposing the vanities and exaggerations on which nationhood is built. Glimpsed in a blur from a moving car, Prague’s four monuments to Czech cultural tradition, the heroic Myslbek statues, have been usurped by Kleenex tissues and ephemerality. Three of the statues may glorify verified heroes and heroines from the annals of Czech mythology, however the fourth couple, warriors Záboj and Slávoj, miraculously materialised - like an Ern Malley poem - in the nineteenth century, begging the question: is a hoax more, or less, mythical than a myth?

In an age when webs are spun in cyberspace, just when does a false rumour, a traveller’s tale, a parable, a decommissioned religious belief, an urban legend, an old wives’ tale, the sworn testament of a friend of a friend, enter the sanctioned lexicon of a nation’s mythos? Our footwear may have changed, but it seems that humankind is eternally embarking on a perpetual quest for the new myths of their time, often retracing the steps of our past in order to more fully comprehend our present, and increase our chances of a happily ever after.

And so, in a month of inconstant days - the only month in which one might not see a single full moon - in a year with too many days, in the topsy turvy land where summer takes place in winter and swans are black instead of white, on behalf of the eleven artists who might really be twelve, I invite you to uncover your own heroes and heroines, and to take your own steps towards the Modern Myth.

The End
© Jazmina Cininas, 2016

A floor talk is thirsty work. Re-lubricating my own vocal cords in a Coburg cafe after the event.
Left-right: Bev Murray, Shane Jones (reflected in the mirror) myself and Kim McDonald