Louisa Giffard

Month: January, 2015

The Mysterious North!

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.

Opening of The Mysterious North

(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!

Field of Life Bars

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.

Birdhouse and Loon

Picton ON is known for its birdhouse city, which has birdhouse representations of nearly every building in the town. I decided that Spark Box Studio should have their own birdhouse.

The Waiting Chair


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.

Transitional Boreal Dwelling

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.

Tree Within Trees


The island was covered in huge trees, in various states of health.

Weed Damask

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.

Tree's reach

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.


Everything ends at exactly the right time

There are two reasons a movie is difficult to illustrate. One is that it’s dull-looking, was probably based on a play and has the cinematography of a British TV show from 1983. The other, is that the movie is so full of wonderful, intriguing imagery that you’re overwhelmed and have no idea how to sum it up in just one image. Well, I finally got around to reviewing Picnic at Hanging Rock, and it was most definitely the latter.

Picnic at Hanging Rock


In my mind, Sara, the one who was left behind, is just as important a character as the three girls who disappeared. The rest of the movie, I’ve tried to represent with a few objects – Miranda, and the rock itself. I’m represented by the powder blue gloves I wore in the review.