“First, are you our sort of person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,
Stitches to show something’s missing? No? No? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Open your hand
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand….”
Sylvia Plath from a poem called “The applicant” in Ariel
It’s been a while, but I thought today will be a good day to share what is happening in the studio because – 21 June usually marks the summer solstice in the Northern Hemisphere and the winter solstice in the Southern Hemisphere, which is the day of the year with the fewest hours of daylight in the Southern Hemisphere….(I hope to get some extra sleep 🙂
- The second leg of the Judith Mason Tribute exhibition opens at the Moineir Gallery in Pringle bay on the 1st of July…you are invited;
2. “Atlas” (and friends) is heading to Johannesburg for the annual Turbine Art Fair (14-16 July 2017) via Lizamore & Associates gallery. He hopes to see you there.
3. In August, my work will be included in a group exhibition: Comfortably numb, coming soon…. I will keep you posted
Do I bite of more than I can chew? ..Possibly, but I do like a challenge, and have to remind myself that anything is possible…just DO!
4. I recently had a fun photo shoot with photographer Val Wessels.
Standing with all my children, which are destined for a small solo at the Artbank later this year….more about this a bit later – as soon as the opening date has been announced.
4. Preparations underway for a solo exhibition at Lizamore & Associates gallery in Johannesburg…coming soon: 5 October 2017!
5. And last but not least… preparations for a small solo at MContemporary – Australia in November 2017…more details to follow in the spring newsletter
3 solo’s again this year….exciting times…and grateful for these opportunities.
Note to self:
“You are not to lose your nerve! go on through with it and play your own game all the way!” page 125 from the book : Myths to live by” – Joseph Campbell…
and with that …wishing you a wonderful Winter Solstice- keep warm xxx
The group exhibition: A Visual Requiem for Judith Mason opens tomorrow at 11h00….If you are in the Tulbagh area = you are invited!- or contact the Christo Coetzee Museum & Gallery for more information…
I am honoured that my work are included in a group exhibition with other amazing South African Artists, bringing homage to a iconic and inspiring artist Judith Mason.
The following works by Judith Mason served as inspiration:
Even though I stitch onto rubber almost every day, I find that some days I just want to play.
My playground/playthings = Sketchbook, magazines, scissors, glue and ink = making monsters!
The blink of an eye takes roughly 84 milliseconds. Within half that time, according to studies of perceptual illusions and false memories, you can tap the darkness within and conjure monsters for yourself.
Pictures and words – whether printed or orally transmitted – can serve as priming stimuli too. As members of a social species constantly transmitting ideas in the form of words and pictures, each of us is perpetually primed by cultural metaphor to know just what to do with primitive fears when they are triggered – we make monsters.
Point is, midnight visits to graveyards aren’t required for conjuring monsters. They are always with us, permanently stored in our brains as a form of false memory deposited for future use by the priming stimuli of our culture.
There is a perceptual underpinning to why, once triggered and thereby invited to come out and play, the monsters of our mind so often end up ruling the day – or at least dominating our thoughts and feelings for a time.
The phenomenon is called boundary extension, and it is strongly associated with false memory.
Show a person a picture in which only a portion of a house is visible, and the mind will construct a mental picture of what the rest of the house might look like. In other words, we extend the boundaries of what we see until it matches our culturally learned expectation of whatever a thing is supposed to look like.
“(What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves — our own hungers, our own wishes, our own deficiencies. Now that I’ve been one myself, I know.)”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin