Foundation Studio Exhibition

Self at art school Foundation Studio Exhibition - Photo kudos to Molly

We had a small exhibition for family and friends at uni tonight, in a celebration of getting through first semester, there was much wandering around looking at the artwork, chatting, drinking wine, comparing subjects for next semester and wondering if the slice on the table next to some students work was edibles or artwork. The display is work that was selected by our tutors that we created in our foundation studio classes which is basically, every Monday we would spend one day playing with a different art medium to get a feel of what we liked etc. None of the work in this exhibition is polished and very much the stuff that we created after probably a few hours of getting a feel for it. The exciting thing from here, is seeing how all of our work begins to evolve from here.

Statement from our course coordinator
A photogram I made in photography with bobby pins
Turps print rubbing, made in print making class
Hairy children made in Ceramics
Detail of one of my paintings
Detail of another one of my paintings that was Bromley inspired experiments.
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Artschool Makings & exhibition.

The above is an image of a recent uni assignment where we had to create some kind of mapwork that shows a journey of the body through time and space, this is the only photo that I have of it set up, and it isn’t displayed in the complete intended way. All of it was supposed to be hanging except I ran out of pins/string/time, but luckily I didn’t get any marks deducted for that. It looks kind of lame from afar, but I’m actually a little bit proud of this particular assignment. My artist statement that was required as part of the assignment reads as below:

I have created a map work that is exploring a personal journey of walking through the share house that I live in, the transition that I have made moving from the comfort of home in regional South Australia. With the still fresh memories of the first 5 months of living out of home hanging off the walls. Using a collection of found objects, found materials from within my new home, drawings, sketches from memory and observations, blackout poetry, post it notes, photographs, coffee watercolour paintings, and letters that follow the voyage of this transition through time and space.

Trying to trace the lines of the list of invisible things that we find in our personal spaces, how certain smells evokes memories, how cups of tea have mnemonic qualities. Exploring the spaces between us, the things that we share that connect and isolate ourselves, sharing newfound intimate spaces with new people, feeling the tear between the distances that grows homesickness like mould. I have used the domestic convention of a clothesline, to try and hang all of these fleeting moments, days and weeks out to dry and to display. I have marked out significant dates, and looked at different ways of signifying the passing of time. Each month as an era, each room a different emotion, measuring time in menstrual cycles and coffee stains.

This collection of things serves as a memory timeline, which is meaningful and significant to me. If you could tip someone’s (my) memory out onto a bed these would be all the things that you could find;

The little spaces, the special gestures, and all the small things that hold people close to you. Holding onto a sense of the uncanny, the things that are familiar but strange out of context. The rituals that follow us, the relationships that we create and hope to find. Writing letters the things that I cannot address, trying to capture the things that we feel but cannot actually see. Frustrations, restlessness and feats of bravery; standing up to passive aggressive housemates and paying parking fines. Staying up all night, with your demons to fight, and then drinking coffee strong enough to wake the dead. Using the sticky stuff like kisses and hugs to stick yourself back together after the silly fights.

What I hoped to create is something endearing, but also makes you feel like you are being intrusive upon viewing. Like coming across somebody’s diary, you feel bad for looking and but also kind of warmed when you read stuff that you can related to, or find something that also applies to you.

On another note, all the first year Visual art students that are also studying ‘Foundation Studies’ have had work selected to be in an exhibition that is celebrating getting through the first semester. We’re able to invite our friends/family/biddies, so if you are interested in attending let me know. For those that aren’t attending, I am intending to bring my camera along so that I can capture it all. Enough from me for now, over and out!

Artschool Makings: Riot Grrrl

For one of my uni assignments we had to create a 3d text/word/phrase sculpture out of foam, and then take photos of the sculpture in a place that gives it context. i.e. other people chose such things as ‘Beach’, ‘Perfect’ or ‘The Nanny’. Due to my interest in feminism, it came to me as no surprise to choose ‘RIOT GRRRL’ as my text to work with. After much experimentation I choose this mouth/teeth design following design asthetics from Zines, DIY culture, wanting it to look like a shout/ kind of literal, and something that I could temporarily graffiti the streets and domestic environments, with this idea that
‘RIOT GRRRL SHOULD BE THE WORD IN EVERY GIRLS MOUTH’

‘The Move’ part 1


A very terrible camera phone image of my friend’s fridge magnet writing pad. I couldn’t help but crack a smile when I saw this, I love the excitement & enthusiasm they have. They like me originate from the Riverland SA. They’re the kind of people that had a constant nerf gun warfare going on in their house, to re-spawn you have to run into the kitchen, & any limb that is hit with the nerf bullet, means that you can no longer use it, leading to reloading your gun with your face. The war can be brought upon at any time of the day, some of them of have fallen asleep holding their guns before.

Moving on, for all stalking purposes of keeping everyone updated with my life, things have worked out a fair deal from my previous anxious state. I have somewhere to live! Its lovely, with a pomegranate tree and everything! I was lucky enough to get into both of my 1st preferences for Uni & TAFE, I got into Commercial Photography at TAFE, which I was quite stoked at because the interview/portfolio showing process seemed all pretty daunting and scary. But I ended up choosing my first preference for Uni: Visual arts at UniSA, after a long game of pros VS cons. Since making this decision, I have managed to come across lot of students that are/have studied there, and talk about how crazy/wonderful/great/lovely/fun the course is.  I’m looking forward to being a flaming bohemian again.

The house I’m moving into has the potential for a veggie patch, thus I am on the lookout for some very basic gardening activities I could get up to, along with outdoor solar lanterns.

As exciting as all of this is, trying to keep it Excitement>Terrified.
I know I’m going to end up getting sentimental about the idea of leaving (again). But alot of my projects and plans for the year is just going to keep drawing me back to the kind little river town, home.

The Waiting Game.

I got this in the mail a while ago, this postcard with ‘windows’ of opportunity, kind of like one of those Christmas Advent Calendars that you can get. Except no chocolate, and it was such a beast to try to get open, which felt kind of symbolic and frustrating. I did so much flipping about of my preferences, and I am kind of terrified that maybe I messed up the process somehow. I got a decent TER, but I had to get a new number, because somehow my deferral of my course that I discontinued because I got a rocking job so that I could confidently start a Gap year, that is now starting to come to a close. The point being, I’m not completely sure if that means they still know what kind of a TER that I got, or how long of a life my TER gets, after all that time I spent in yr 12 busting myself out on the late nights.

Right now I am in the midst of waiting to find out what I got into, & I just want to highlight the difficulty and stress of needing to move away from home, in a rural area into the city. Moving out of home is very much a ‘coming of age’ &/or a ‘right of passage’ thing where I am from. I actually find it hard to comprehend city kids, that are in their 20’s that are still living at home. In conversation, my friend who has just finished year 12 & also did a fashion TAFE course (which required him to get up at 4am in the morning every friday to drive down to Adelaide & back in one day) was talking to the other students in his class about their plans for next year.

‘So are you going to do Uni? Arr ok, so where do you think you’ll be living?’ And then they would look at him crosseyed, and say ‘Uh, where we live right now…’ And then it would click, nothing really changes for them, they don’t move (mostly) & just start further education. No stress about whether they will be drinking out of Jam jars for the first few months, while trying to afford all the text books & hunting for a job at maccas, & hoping to God that you can get youth allowance.

Its frustrating enough coming from a country town, where you generally feel forgotten about anyway by people from the city, & generally by the government., missing out on general cool things & opportunities. But its really frustrating when it doesn’t seem that the struggle isn’t forgotten, because it feels like it isn’t acknowledged. Have you ever thought about how hard it is to get a rental property at age 18? Especially after never have rented before? & with the general dislike that real estate agents have for students? Or trying to get a job in attempts to make ends meet, after having no experience?

So while I am waiting to try to find out which uni/tafe I will be at, I am trying to find somewhere to live, without much experience with budgeting for myself (thus the only experience so far with art projects & grant applications). While stressing about what would be a strategic place to live?  How much rent can I afford? What areas are safest? Where can I find parking for my car? Stressing over not having any dinner plates yet, not being able to understand bus time tables yet, being hours away from friends, family & anything familiar.

I really have trouble having any sympathy for city kids that stress over making new friends, because none of the private school kids that they know so well won’t be doing the same course of them. Meanwhile, my friends are out there, trying to figure out how to make their saved up $4,000 (cut down from $7,000 from moving expenses) last until June/July, which will be the 18 months up, which will finally class them as ‘independent’ & applicable for youth allowance (despite having already living out of home, 4 hours away, since November the previous year, as they had made enough money, their job was over as it was seasonal work of getting up at 4am, to get to work at 6am to sort oranges until 5pm, & drive home 7pm, & then to get up and do it again 6 days a week).

I asked my friend what her first year of living out of home was like:

“I was lonely, hungry and pretty much out of the loop all of the time”.

Where I am going to live? What if I don’t find somewhere to live? What if there’s nowhere to keep my car? Do I live with friends? Will we end up hating each other? What course will I get into? Will I like it? What if I don’t? How do I change my course then? Can I even do that? What if I don’t get into anything? What will I eat? Will my house get broken into? How do I get an internet connection?  Will my car get broken into? What if someone rear ends me again? How will I pay for that? What do I do if i’m brooke? Where are you supposed to park in the city? What if I don’t make any friends? What if i am lonely all the time? What if I don’t like it? What am I supposed to do then?

The stress of this just makes me want to cry, cry, cry, which is why I threw this postcard across the room after ripping it open. But doing all this has got to be better then sitting around in my home town, because it was all too scary right?