Friday, December 9, 2011
Bowral Farmer's Market 10 December 8am - 1pm
She Whispers Secrets To me
Acrylic on Board
What started as a packaging of presents, a convenient absent minded task, has evolved to be a study of place, a bringing together of objects and their independent stories. Returning from overseas, my market painting has become a meditation of home. Furthermore, I have become intrigued by the instinct that draws me to certain objects and the narrative that seems to be yearning for a voice. Too meditate on the sphere of a watermelon, to place it in a black moonlit surround only to slice it open so that the wet red juice pours from its rind - I am seduced by the provocative nature of inanimate objects. I painted certain things to appeal to a sense of familiarity in my audience, not predicting any inspiration. What has happened has been quite unexpected. I want to de construct power tools, antagonise their masculinity and hard edges with flourishes of pink paint. I want to exploit the mechanics and invert the practicality. What can't I do ? What can't an object say ? - Listen, I am telling the story.
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