Monday, December 12, 2011

Outpost Street Art Exhibition // Part 2


  Part two.  
  Part one here.  















  ...As the storm brews from the west  
  and the winds blow dust   
  into our poor little eyes  
  we take refuge inside.  
















  There we find a man  
  hanging from the ceiling,  
  Mother Monster plastered  
  on a heavily graffitied wall,  
  and most would miss a tiny  
  drawing of a man waving.  























  Burst of colours would  
  jarringly meld with the  
  browns, the rusts, the siennas  
  of the industrial space,  
  including a dazzle of  
  pink from Pola's now  
  famous tights.  
























































  After all the pretty, ugly  
  things are seen.  
  We head back to the most  
  beautiful harbour in the planet.  







  Where we fill our bellies  
  with pies with faces on them.  




  Have a great week.  
  Love, Jesue  





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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Outpost Street Art Exhibition // Part 1





































































































  My friend Pola and I  
  hopped on a ferry to   
  Cockatoo Island.  
  It was sunny at first.  
  But the dark grey clouds  
  loomed above us.  

  We saw street art in  
  abandoned factory buildings.  

  There was a house with skulls,  
  robots made from bits of rubbish,  
  wrecked Holden Commodores,  
  an entire room splashed with colour  
  and t-shirts that glowed.  

  There was mixed media  
  and graffiti art inside  
  a creepy, dark tunnel.  

  But once outside,  
  the clouds got darker and greyer...  

  To be continued.  

  Part two here.  

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Thursday, December 8, 2011

Gross Und Klein // Sydney Theatre Company


The painful, awkward and ill-at-ease experiences of an outsider is perfectly and delicately realised in the Sydney Theatre Company's final main stage play Gross Und Klein. Lotte, played by Cate Blanchett is an outsider in every respect - social, societal and even self. She is gauche, bizarre and suspiciously wacko. But she is also terrifically funny, simple and inspires so much empathy that I found myself wondering and worrying about the present state of this fictional character.


"I wonder how she is now", I thought after leaving the theatre. I haven't had this kind of a reaction since seeing Fellini's Nights of Cabiria the very first time. In fact, the final scenes from that film and the final scene from this play struck a similar chord. With Cabiria's final glance into the camera and Lotte's final lines and her walking back into the blackness of the world, they both let us know that circumstances may not be ideal but they are going to be just fine.


Both characters stand on the fringes of society and Lotte even more so but she never lets that get in the way of her unyielding desire to connect with other human beings. This connection is something we all crave for even if it is only brief and shared with a complete stranger but rarely do we act on it unless it is accidental. Lotte on the other hand is very deliberate in her interactions, nothing is accidental and sometimes it even feels like she's trespassing over a tenuous social boundary. From the very first scene we feel we are an accomplice to an intruder. She eavesdrops over a conversation of two "philosophers" and even physically trespasses into a couple's bedroom. This trespassing persists throughout the play but the people Lotte disturbs become more and more unwelcoming. 


This is a sad story but comedic moments punctuates the play and the laughs are sometimes uncomfortable and even feel unsure. It's funny to see a grown woman dance awkwardly across the stage wearing a shimmery, gold dress but then it feels a tad sad as well. Like a stand up comedian going through divorce and cracking jokes about married life.


One of the strengths of the play comes from its thoughtful visual design. Alice Babidge's costumes are timeless and does not indicate a particular time or place. This could be set in any decade. It could be set in Germany or Australia, it doesn't really matter. The costumes serve a universal purpose that smartly takes the attention away from itself. Costuming is a language that can sometimes speak too loud or too weakly. Thankfully, Babidge finds the right balance. Although there is one costuming choice that feels out of place. Not Blanchett's gold dress but Sophie Ross' tube dress that barely covers her and makes her look like she came in from a night out at King's Cross. To be fair though, that's exactly what the character was supposed to be.


Johannes Schutz' set design is clever, functional and bold without overpowering the actors. There's a white beam going across the stage that serves several purposes throughout the play from waiting room seats to a faux catwalk. The clean geometry of furniture, props and their placement on the stage reflect a modernist feel. The sets are reduced of unnecessary clutter and details. It feels so restrained and empty that it's as if the space is visualising the cruel, cold commands of modern living.


Lotte is shoved around this cruel environment and though it feels empty she seems to inhabit the space as humbly and as pleasantly as she can make it.



Directed by Benedict Andrews from the Botho Strauss play and translated by Martin Crimp.

Images are edited from these original sources: 1, 2, 3, 4



Tuesday, December 6, 2011

How to spend a dreary day

































  I woke up to a gloomy and sunless day today.  
  No worries because I have writing,  
  reading, tea-drinking, Christmas decorating  
  and DVD watching to keep the blues away.  

  How do you spend days like these?  









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Saturday, December 3, 2011

COFA Annual Exhibition Part 2 (in black and white)










































  More photos from The 2011 COFA Annual Exhibition,  
  this time in black and white.  


  Drawings I don't understand.  
  Ceramics I want to touch.  
  Sculptures that are hauntingly bizarre.  
  Jewellery you want to steal.  

  Information about the artists and designers here.  





  Images are owned by me and cannot be reused without permission or crediting the original source. Artworks are not my own.  



Thursday, December 1, 2011

COFA Annual Exhibition


The College of Fine Arts (COFA) Annual Exhibition was so wonderful and showcased works from students majoring in areas such as textiles, painting, ceramics, etc. I'm transferring to do a Bachelor of Design there next year (fingers crossed my transfer application is successful) since I didn't really find that the Media course was right for me. I'm thinking of majoring in either graphics, textiles or environments/spatial design. I'm contemplating on becoming a set designer for film, TV and theatre.


Looking at all the fantastic work made by the Fine Arts graduates I'm contemplating on doing that program too. One problem though. I don't want to be a starving artist. I like to eat.


Link to information about the artists and designers here.



All photographs are owned by me and cannot be reused without permission or crediting the original source. Artworks photographed are not my own.

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