September 20, 2009
A new exhibition I’m showing in at the Macquarie University Art Gallery;
Dates: From Thursday 24 September to Wednesday 11 November 2009
Curators: Rhonda Davis & John Potts
Horror, Come Darkness explores the genre of horror as an emotional state for its encapsulating effects of fear, suspense and the irrational – where the manifestation of darkness can transform reality into the threatening, the unfamiliar, the unknown and the unknowable. Tormented creatures, monsters, spectral beings, the living dead camouflaged within nocturnal landscapes all recall an indeterminate evil that looms just under the surface of existence.
Horror, Come Darkness will feature contemporary artists using cinematic effects, literary sources and technological visualisation, painting, stills, installation, and video and sound devices, for effecting the simulation of horror.
Linked to popular culture, horror has become – for many – the ultimate adrenalin rush. Inducing mind-altering states, the spectacle of horror manifests itself as a means of escapism from the everyday.
Horror, Come Darkness will create a psychological drama with a number of works that encompass theatrical atmospheric lighting and sound effects – a world inhabited by the detritus, lonely bushland, marshes, tunnels, chambers, isolated highways, graveyards, abandoned buildings, immersing the spectator from within.
March 8, 2009
Looking for some diversions over the break I actually read a pile of novels for the first time in ages and The Reader was one them. Though the theme of justice as mentioned by Kelly is a strong one throughout the book the deeper running themes of love and fidelity to ideals and how we react to the inevitable questioning when they are thrown into question sets this story apart from a regular romance.
This excerpt encapsulates The Reader for me;
Part 1 Chapter 9
Why does it make me so sad when I think back to that time? Is it yearning for past happiness-for I was happy in the weeks that followed, in which I really did work like a lunatic and passed the class, and we made love as if nothing else in the world mattered. Is it the knowledge of what came later, and that what came out afterwards had been there all along? Why?
Why does what was beautiful suddenly shatter in hindsight because it concealed dark truths? Why does the memory of years of happy marriage turn to gall when our partner is revealed to have had a lover all those years? Because such a situation makes it impossible to be happy? But we were happy! Sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily. Because happiness is only real if it lasts forever?
… Is this what sadness is all about? Is it what comes over us when beautiful memories shatter in hindsight because the remembered happiness fed not just on actual circumstances but on a promise that was not kept?
March 8, 2009
Few experiences rival the Necks live. For me they define the phrase “in the zone”, conjuring incredible intensity from a deep and silent space. Unfortunately none of their recorded work quite reaches the majesty they achieve live so finding this live recording is great little sample of what they do best.
Vodpod videos no longer available.