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I walked to Caulfield, from my home in Elsternwick to see the MADA Graduate Fine Art and Visual Art Exhibition. I wasn’t disappointed. The work on display was extremely innovative, explorative, and visually stunning. It covered a diverse range of visual practice including installation, photography, painting, printmaking, sculpture and drawing.
Spread over the entire floors of the old, iconic, former CIT Building, in Dandenong Rd, it embraced a fine visual aesthetic and displayed a comprehensive skill base of the newly graduated practitioners.
Of particular interest was the area where the Honours Students were exhibiting. This is the proposed 2016 studio space for the first year, Bachelor of Fine Art Degree students.
This comprehensive exhibition centred on the Boyd family, and their work, is informative and diverse. Historically interesting, it chronicles the work of one of the most influential, and significant Australian Art families. Working in the fields of painting, sculpture,pottery, ceramics, literature, architecture, poetry and music, there is much to see in the exhibition. Metric Boyd, Earthernware Vase, 1931
‘Polly’ , Arthur Boyd, oil painting, 1951
Arthur Boyd, Landscape, oil painting, 1969
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 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.