Last post I promised you a more upbeat post to follow. This one should definitely be more upbeat, might be something to do with age!
Those of you on Facebook will likely have seen my ranting about people snoring last night (last night for me anyway). I eventually drifted off around the 4am mark, and awoke (enough to get up) bleary eyed at around 11am.
You know what, I should really stop telling you all about my abysmal sleep cycle and get to the point more often.
I got cultural today!
Definitely getting old.
The camera was coming with me for certain today, and to get me in the mood I took a shot of the small toy racer that sits on the windowsill outside the room I’m staying in at the hostel. This was a good start, but the art wasn’t going to end there…
During various wanderings around town on previous days, I had passed an art gallery that seemed like a good place to visit. In addition to this, whilst munching a rather tasty meatball sandwich at a local cafe I had found a flyer for a photography exhibition nearby. These two things were on the cards for today.
First up was the Linden Art Gallery on Ackland Street, just round the corner from my hostel. It’s a small gallery that promotes Australian artists, and exhibits contemporary art.
The current exhibition is for the Linden Art Prize. On display is a diverse mix of artistic styles and media that creates an engaging space with work that pushes boundaries. I was particularly taken with an animated projection that occupied a full room to itself. The piece was by Yandell Walton, depicting a silouhetted figure in a dress, first walking, then running past what I’d describe as beams. It’s difficult to explain the concept in words but it conjured many thoughts and emotions in me as I watched.
Before leaving the gallery, the lady behind the desk at reception asked me a simple question; “Are you an artist?”. I won’t tell you my answer, but we struck up a great conversation about other local artists and galleries, she was also oddly inspiring with regard to my own photography, to the point where, not five minutes after leaving the building I had taken the first in a series of photos that I am now collecting as an ongoing project.
Yep, it’s a car door. But enough of that for now, I haven’t told you about my walk down Carlisle Street to find 4Dverse, and the photography exhibition contained within.
Carlisle Street is quite long. So, plugged into the most recent Simon Mayo’s Confessions Podcast (not joking, absolutely love it), I set off on a long wander to an area I hadn’t yet explored. Yay for adventure!
Of course, I continued to take some more photos. Carlisle turned out to be quite good for subjects!
I wandered for quite a while, periodically checking Google Maps on my phone, and at one point discovered that I’d overshot my intended location by some distance. A little back tracking, and searching, and checking Google Maps later, I had walked around the appropriate block and still could not find a place called 4Dverse.
I should have looked up, above the doors at street level. It just so happens that 4Dverse is located on the floor above a cafe called Vegilicous. I happened to notice a poster next to this establishment’s door, thus ending my frustrating search.
The space itself is large, spacious, well lit, and good for displaying works of art (as well as other things I’m sure). The exhibition I’d come to see was entitled “Morrissey”, I’d picked the flyer up in a cafe more out of morbid curiosity to see what the hell “That Prick From The Smiths” was doing than anything else. In actual fact, the exhibitors are of the same family; the Morrissey family. Thankfully nothing to do with that self-righteous knob from England.
The exhibition itself was simple, containing a number of works from each member of the family, each with their own photographic style. I enjoyed how, despite the image styles being so different, the exhibition came together through a family connection, sharing an artistic presence. My preferred works were those of Leila Morrissey, whose use of long exposures created some fantastic images of the moon reflected in water, and had me questioning the techniques quite a bit!
So, now filled with inspiration, I continued my own voyage in the world of photography, using my journey back to the hostel to create more images suitable for my own little project. And I’m sure you’re desperate to know what it is right??
Well, in my anticipation for visiting these galleries over the past few days I had been considering the possibility of exhibiting my own work some day. The problem I have, is that most of my photography lacks theme. I am starting to believe that I am being successful in carving my own photographic style, I just don’t apply that to something specific that would tie the images together in a gallery environment.
Now, remember when I told that you that the lady at The Linden Gallery was “oddly inspiring with regard to my own photography”? Well, during our conversation she told me of her trips to Paris, and other places where she would just wander (something I have tended to do recently), taking thousands of pictures and, “once I just spent a whole day taking pictures of doors”.
There it was. No, not doors. But an idea for a theme. I needed to pick something to shoot, and shoot it anywhere and everywhere. Simple really, who knows why hadn't it crossed my mind before?
“But what though?” I asked myself, “How can I just pick something at random that I can shoot over and over again? There’s a dent in that car’s door.” continued my thought process. “Oh, there we go. Photograph it”
So I did.
Then I shot some more whilst walking down Ackland Street. And Carlisle Street, and Camden Street, and Vale, Barkly, and Havelock Streets, noting down file number references and locations in my Moleskine (yes I have a Moleskine, I'm a pretentious artist/hipster don't you know?!) as I went. You’d be really surprised at how many cars have dents, or scrapes, or broken bits.
So there you have it. Please let me introduce “Motor Damage”: A photographic collection of images portraying vehicle damage.
It’ll mostly be on Flickr, I won’t constantly post pictures of broken vehicles on this blog (you might get one or two as a reminder) because I’m sure you actually want to see what Australia’s like.
Yes I’ll show you what Australia's like.