I’m currently in the middle of the run of my first exhibition – a show I’m putting on together with my contemporary Eadie Newman. The title refers to my time spent in Canada, walking around through waving fields and seeing gnarled trees, vast creaking buildings, and all manner of beasts scurrying and slithering and flapping in a clattering cloud into the sky. As Eadie also went on an overseas trip this year – she to Europe, and I to North America, I decided that it would be a good tribute to our respective journeys northward.
The exhibition opened on January 15th. The opening went very well indeed. Here’s a picture of early in the night.
(Eadie is in the green dress, I am a sliver of skirt off to the left.)
The exhibition will be open until January 26th. All of our works are for sale, and I am selling prints of mine. If you’re in the Canberra region and you’re interested in attending, it’s at the Front Gallery and Cafe, at Lyneham Shops.
Now that the exhibition’s well under way – here’s some more of the works I’m showing!
This work is inspired by the computer game Stronghold. The little bars are how one measures the health of one’s troops. I played the game a little too long before I went away, and I was plagued with mental images of all the health bars, jostling together as far as the eye could see – rather like corn in a cornfield.
There’s not all that much to say about this one, just that it’s a slightly heightened representation of the inside of the above Ontario farmhouse.
I was lucky enough to travel to Bancroft, and see the transition to boreal forest. I was entranced by the swamps lining the roadside, crowded with the skeletons of trees, and decided it’d be an appropriate setting for a rather strange house I found while walking on the island.
The island was covered in huge trees, in various states of health.
The wealth of greenery didn’t just end at trees. The farms and the alleys were bursting with all manner of plant life, some familiar and some strange.
And finally, a work that isn’t in the exhibition. This is a very straightforward depiction of something I saw on Mont Royal, in Montreal, once again demonstrating that when it comes to mysterious and intriguing scenes, I don’t always have to change anything.