The end is in sight. It’s been two heady years at Victoria University, highs and lows, friendships forged and help given. I’ve loved it. I am eternally grateful to the chance I’ve been given, to return to my constant love, that of painting. Sometimes hidden in the background, but always on my mind, she is the constant nagging ache, that never quite goes away. I have embraced her these last few years after turning my back on her, for what I thought were more pressing demands on my time.
I’m loving what I do. Inspired, thankful, challenged, desperate, energised, I move onto the next phase of my artistic journey, hopefully receiving more brilliant tuition and networking opportunities with fellow visual artists.
The sleeping giant is awakened, but underneath I’m still a grateful, humble,
nervous, country kid.
Vale VU, couldn’t have done it without you.
I participated in DUMBO’s First Thursday Gallery Walk October 1. All of DUMBO’s amazing galleries were open. It included twelve galleries, four neighbourhood spots, and the work of eighteen artists on display.
A lot of the gallery spaces were shiny, commercial enterprises with expensive art hung on the walls. One had a Shepard Fairey, of street art fame, piece that had already been sold, but giving no indication to its price. I also visited artists studios, including the Triangle Residency, who provide a fantastic program to engage in artistic practice in Brooklyn, for international artists. Whilst many of the galleries were all about selling the work, some were artist run and owned, as they were literally just selling their pieces from their workshops or studios. It gave a valuable insight into the working artists life, in the crowded New York Art Scene, and was inspiring and informative to talk to the actual artist, and not to just to view the end product, in a commercial gallery space.
I returned mightily inspired but my painting mistress was not amused. I had abandoned her. She made it difficult for me to start again. I struggled and thrashed around the studio for days, nay weeks. Now, three weeks later, I can finally say I’m back in the groove. Painting confidently and happily, doing what I love, and loving what I do. I am so lucky. I feel truly whole when creating. Thank you, my difficult taskmaster, demander of perfection, and chaser of dreams.
I found the following images on an empty shopfront in Fitzroy St, St Kilda.
All had QR codes
My favourite was the Rowland S Howard piece, honouring local musician, founder of 80’s punk band, “The Boys Next Door, and former bandmate of Nick Cave.