The quality of these two images is not great. I’m not sure what was happening, but I visited the exhibition at about the time I was starting to feel unwell last year, so maybe this went with the territory – as possibly does the subject.
Callan Park Gallery held a show titled Snakes last November, and I enjoyed several lovely examples of this mysterious animal by Jose dos Santos. The snake woman on the left was rich and more overtly sexual than the image makes out – complete with painted red vagina (which seems to have become muted in this photograph).
I’m thinking that the approach to dos Santos’ snakes should be as Hillman’s approach to snakes in dreams, i.e. phenomenological rather than analytical. In this nice quote from Hillman’s Inter-Views (1983):
“…a black snake comes in a dream, a great big black snake, and you can spend a whole hour with this black snake talking about the devouring mother, talking about anxiety, talking about the repressed sexuality, talking about the natural mind, all those interpretive moves that people make, and what is left, what is vitally important, is what this snake is doing, this crawling huge black snake that’s walking into your life…and the moment you’ve defined the snake, you’ve interpreted it, you’ve lost the snake, you’ve stopped it…The task of analysis is to keep the snake there…”
Such an approach keeps the snakes of dos Santos (as it does the dream) alive, able to affect the consumer afresh on each encounter; chaotic, disturbing, as is his nest of vipers below.
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A new exhibition at Cunningham Dax is due to open next week in Melbourne, and I regret not being able to get there for it. According to the flyer:
Avoiding the Void features works from the Cunningham Dax Collection which reflect and engage with existential ideas and concerns. The exhibition invites viewers to contemplate the insightful ways in which the creators of these works have grappled with difficult questions that are ordinarily avoided.
Joan Rodriquez
Isolation
Charcoal and Conte on paper
There are also public talks on the topic of Existentialism, a topic around which psychotherapy has gravitated for some time, and through the writings of Rollo May, Irvin Yalom, Ernesto Spinnelli and Victor Frankl (to name some of my personal favourites) has been greatly enriched.
(As an aside, I see that Spinelli will be visiting Sydney in November this year, an event not to be missed for those existentially inclined.)
It’s maybe a little presumptive to comment on the title of the exhibition, not having seen the exhibition itself, but I wonder about “avoiding”: is this what the artists are considered to be doing or not doing? In my experience, it’s the latter (the not avoiding), the via negativa of many spiritual traditions, that is the only way through, or in.
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I have been enjoying this William Hawkins image during January, during a time of upheaval and a move to a temporary location, due to our upcoming renovation.
(We’re now on the eleventh floor of an apartment block in Woollahra, from which we survey the Russian Consulate, and the AFP (Australian Federal Police) car that’s often idling in front – its sole occupant, I imagine, grateful for his air conditioning chewing on the muggy Sydney heat.)
The image is from a calendar of Outsider art given to me by my good friend Ardslie. I’ll post an image each month from this beautiful production; the images too good to last just a month each!
Willima Hawkins
Untitled (Rearing Stud Horse)
Enamel on Masonite, 122 x 144 cm (approx)
Hawkins was born in rural Kentucky in 1985 but it wasn’t until the 1970s that he started painting in the style of this work, a style for which he became well known. His rural background and long years of manual labour informed much of his work. This man knew about animals (Two Dark Horses is also great; more at the Foundation for Self-Taught American Artists.)
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I am now the proud owner of number 892/2000 in the first edition of Susan King’s comic book, which I bought at her recent exhibition at the Callan Park Gallery. Here’s a snippet from the book, brimming with energy and much strangeness.
According to the comic:
Susan stopped talking around the age of 4. But she drew and drew and drew and drew and drew – expressive, rich, imaginative and complex drawings. In the mid 1980s, Susan stopped drawing. Then towards the end of 2008 as new people were starting to discover Susan’s work, she started to draw again. It’s late 2009. Susan has an exhibition happening imminently, a documentary is being made about her, wonderful people from the art world are studying her drawings… and Susan continues to draw.
There’s lots more of her work at Susan’s web site, and here are a couple of favourites of mine from the show (the one “happening imminently”):
Below is an image from her web site that I couldn’t help thinking fits closely with another of Susan as a child, drawing in the sand at Waihi, New Zealand. Maybe it’s my New Zealand connection, but I feel an emotional pull from these images; she’s managed to keep alive a fresh, child’s view and a child’s creative use of the natural resources around her. And I guess for me that’s the kick I get from Outsiders – their ability to remind me of things I’ve pushed out of my awareness, in my construction of a “normal” adult psyche.
Susan’s also on Facebook – I searched for “Susan Te Kahurangi King”.
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Ok, this one’s not obviously about Bali, yet in another way it is. This is a work by Paul Sedgwick (2006) that I saw at the recent exhibition of works from the Peter Fay collection at the Callan Park Gallery. I photographed it then, but wasn’t initially moved. Yet this strange canvas has been working on me over the ensuing weeks (and even while in Bali) and I now love its language and its delicacy.
That got me wondering about how good Outsider art works – how it operates, as though on a different plane from much mainstream art, breathing from deeper levels of the psyche. And the painting fits well for me with my recent Bali experience – Bali and this work hold something related; another, fresh way of inhabiting the world.
Before I went to Bali I spoke to Peter Fay about this work, and he gave me some of the background. Paul works out of an arts workshop in Hamilton New Zealand. He compiles lists of street names, of mountains, of local landmarks. (This one has entries from the Auckland phone book.)
I like Peter’s take on the work: to him it’s “the dying of a breath of wind” (the way the letters fade). There’s much delicacy here, in the text and in the underlying abstraction of colour (which the photo doesn’t quite do justice to). An art piece that’s prepared to die away, to breathe in quite a different way. I like that.
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More work from the Peter Fay collection, at Callan Park Gallery in August – here’s Reece Tong (born 1968) with two energetic paintings.
Reece Tong
Bird Seed
Reece Tong
National Park Trees
I love the way the graphic elements in these works float in a void field – whorls (possibly in the sense of these being fingerprints of the artist) of psychic energy and veracity, “selflets” of presence and consciousness, unfiltered by the more usual oppressions of thinking.
Reece works through the Vincents Art Workshop in Wellington New Zealand.
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Woke this morning to an email from James F. Kadlec requesting me link to the Psyche and Art exhibition project of the World Psychiatric Association, which I’m very happy to do. According to the prospectus, this was:
An exhibition for the World Psychiatric Association 11th International Congress commemorating the 50th Anniversary of the organization, this extraordinary collection of approximately 90 images includes art from museums and private collections of more than thirty artists from three continents. It has drawn international press when shown in museums in Hamburg, and Düsseldorf. In Vienna its exhibition was at the prestigious Museum of Modern Art. Parts of the Psyche and Art have been included in exhibitions in Yokohama, St. Petersburg, Washington D.C. and New York.
From what I can see, it toured in 2005. What a wonderful collection of psychic energy and self-valuation.
You can read more of the prospectus here (PDF). I suggest checking out the thumbnail images page, as the images themselves are large, and you can get to them from the thumbnails.
They’re pretty much all wonderful, but two that caught my eye this brilliant Spring morning in Sydney are:
Heinrich Reisenbauer (b 1938)
Sonnen (Sun), 1997
Pencil and crayon on paper
Oswald Tschirtner (b 1938)
Schlafende (Sleeping), undated
Ink on paper (21 x 15 cm)
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I visited Callan Park Gallery today to see works from the Peter Fay collection. Peter has a wonderful collection of outsider art, and this was just a small selection. Here’s a little work from the show that caught my eye, by an artist I know almost nothing about (except that I hear he lives in Melbourne). 
Christian Den Besten
Strike
Painted Matchsticks on board, 30 x 40 cm (approx )
I found this a touching work, conveying a strong sense of inner space. And to cap it off, it reminded me of little “sculptures” I used to make as a kid, from matchsticks. One of the pleasures in making these works was buying boxes of matches in bulk and lighting “clumps” of about 20 sticks at a time, to get the blackened burnt tips I especially liked.
I loved the flare of a bunch of match sticks going up, that colourful, energetic Strike I see in Den Besten’s work.
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I visited the Rosemarie Koczy exhibition at Callan Park Gallery last Saturday and was moved by her works on paper – 21 in all, in her Holocaust memorial I am Weaving You a Shroud.
Rosemarie Koczy (1939-2007)
Uzbekistan Book and Genevieve Roulin’s Operation, 2000
Ink on paper, both 27 x 35 cm
The blog My Heart – Jewish Memories has a nice post on her, and links to NY Times and other reviews.
What was also moving for me was the collection of her writings and scrapbooks in the intimate back gallery at Callan Park. In the cutting below the artist has captioned a photo taken much closer to our own time, and chilling in its reverberations with her own horrendous experiences.
Finally, here’s the entire text of Rosemarie’s description of I am Weaving You a Shroud. (Click on the image on the left for the readable version.)
It’s a strong artist’s statement – and another one of her works on paper, standing out as strongly as the others.
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“…It isn’t easy, being an outsider. Once elected, there are appearances to be kept up: the solitary lifestyle, the nutty habits, the freedom from artistic influences. Above all, indifference to earning money. Scrounging for canvas and paint, going without luxuries such as food and socks, are all part of the life of austerity that one’s public demands. In the end, the outsider’s surest way of proving his integrity is to be dead.” – Albert Louden, quoted in Raw Vision magazine.
Whether Louden is an “outsider” or not is a matter of debate, but visiting the Louden show at Callan Park Gallery today I felt I was certainly experiencing an art of internal necessity (to use Herbert Read’s term). I also had a great time talking to Peter Fay, gallery minder for the day and source of interesting insights into Louden and his art.
Peter sees Louden’s figurative couples as disconnected, and there’s a strong sense of this for me as well. Some of these couples seem to engage in a visual crossover – as though forming an “X” mark against the relationship depicted; a mark against its disconnection, its dysfunctional nature? Pure conjecture on my part of course, but there seems no Buberian I-Thou here.
And from this 2000 Observer article on his work: “Louden calls them his ‘internal landscapes’ and says he has no idea where they come from or what they mean. ‘I think they’re odd,’ he says, ‘but not depressing. I’ve destroyed sackfuls of them in the past because they came out vicious or nasty.’”
And these possibly complex and enigmatic relationships and dispositions that Louden depicts reside in flowing, colourful landscapes, often with an attention to horizons and expressive skies, helping the works’ strong dream associations.
I’m left with the sense of psychic dances or dramas unfolding.
Then there’s his abstracts (or are they all abstracts?), in which the characters seem to have become atomised into bubbling fields of psychic energies and “selflets”. They’re complex works – see the detail below from one of these tortuous meanderings.
There’s lots more on this man and his art on the web – and debates as to whether someone’s still an outsider when he’s been (after working for 20 years) suddenly embraced by the establishment (as happened to Louden upon his 1985 exhibition at the Serpentine Gallery); and subsequently dropped by that same establishment. But Louden evidently works the same way he always has – making works in quite humble conditions, and leaving them untitled and undated, driven more by internal concerns than those of the market.
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