I recently bought this fantastic piece by Melbourne artist Davina Adamson. It was part of the System Crystal exhibition at LUPA ART, a wonderful space that provides artists with residencies to develop work across many artforms. Can't wait to get this roaring flower head onto my wall!
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Davina Adamson
I recently bought this fantastic piece by Melbourne artist Davina Adamson. It was part of the System Crystal exhibition at LUPA ART, a wonderful space that provides artists with residencies to develop work across many artforms. Can't wait to get this roaring flower head onto my wall!
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Play Pins: Title box
The next installment from one half of The Playground Project, this exhibition takes a look at moments of adult play through design.
Over the past few years I’ve been keeping a record of moments of play in my life, in everyday situations I see and from stories I hear from others. The more I’ve thought about the ways that adults play, the more infinite these ways seem. Childhood, games, sport, sex, laughter, fantasy, ingenuity, creativity, risk, syncopation, repetition, rehearsal…the list goes on. My aim then, has become more about igniting the imagination of individual play.
For this exhibition I chose a number of images that signify the different ways I have observed adults play. An experiment in how clothing, textiles, image and object can sit playfully. It is not just a public display of playfulness, it is a reminder to notice and enjoy those bliss bits in your day.
How do you play? Is it sensation or scenario? Solitary or surrounded? The silver lining or the lining of a jacket? Play up. Play on. Play ball.
Play Pins: PLAY AROUND
Queuing out front
you can hear the music,
feel your stomach,
hips start moving.
Can feel the pull
to get lost in rhythm.
Play Pins: PLAY OUT
The washing line hangs over the balcony. When the wind blows things off we fish them back with a fishing rod. It works surprisingly well.
Play Pins: PLAY OFF
Once there was a man at a conference. A very important man. Very important conference. But there was this hill. So green was the grass that he was compelled to roll down to the bottom. Brushing his knees off, he greeted his colleague.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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