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I have been working hard lately on an essay (and some PR) for an exhibition catalogue.

Joanna Margaret Paul – The Colour of Candour
5th – 25th Mar 2010
Brett McDowell Gallery, Dunedin

Following her untimely death in 2003, Joanna Margaret Paul left a legacy of thousands of items of art and poetry. The art collection, now housed in Dunedin is being catalogued and is represented by the Brett McDowell Gallery. The gallery’s annual Joanna Margaret Paul show focuses on watercolour drawings of a domestic nature, although several examples of her architectural works, landscapes and nature studies, hint at her range. Most of these works have not been previously exhibited.

 A hardcover limited edition, numbered, near fine press catalogue has been published in association with the exhibition by Kilmog Press and was launched at the opening. The catalogue features selected images from the exhibition and an essay by Pauline Dawson (that’s me!).

Here is an image of the catalogue cover (I’ll be updating with a different image soon). I talked a bit in the essay about Paul’s use of white space (white also being the colour of candour) and Kilmog echoed that in their design. As usual the book is a lovely object in itself.

 

When writing these catalogues essays I’ve found I develop quite an affection for the artist and their work. I am no academic art historian and tend to take a slightly psycho/social take on art. So, apart from signing my first ever book on Friday night (a very exciting moment), I took the comment ‘oh you must have known Joanna’  from someone who had read the essay, as quite a compliment.

The catalogue is available for purchase from Brett McDowell Gallery, Parsons Books, Auckland, Kilmog Press or myself directly.

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Exhibition opening today at Brett McDowell Gallery and also the launch of this beautiful handcrafted hardcover catalogue by Kilmog Press. Oh – and I wrote the foreward :-)

 
 

Catalogue available for purchase at Brett McDowell Gallery or Parsons Bookshop, Auckland. Thanks to Kilmog Press for the images.

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Stuff (NOT the website) has taken over my life. I am feeling a bit like the Junk Lady from the film Labyrinth, overwhelmed by things. Which has led to a reduction in blogging – and other writing projects.

Several interesting things have come my way though. Firstly I was sent a great MP3 of Dave Hickey speaking (audio file here – its big!) He made some excellent points and I felt they were very relevant to the New Zealand institutional art scene. [Hatip MC for the link]. One take away message though for me was that art is an elective, not a compulsory course, so to speak. Art is a luxury. As my twitter followers will know, I can be a bit whiney about my relatively comfortable middle-class existence. Art (in its broad sense) is my luxury and I should probably appreciate that more instead of moaning that I can’t get to see more exhibitions or buy more books. Deviating a bit from Hickey’s view, and whatever their state, I am very appreciative of public galleries (and libraries!) as I get to see so much at very little cost.

I have also been very lucky to meet with some extremely interesting people of late and to read some great poetry. It’s been awesome to be able to help out a little by scrounging for knitting needles for the binding of my good friend Helen Heath’s forthcoming chapbook Watching for Smoke. This is being published by another wonderful Helen (Rickerby), at Seraph Press. Its very energising to be around people who are passionate about what they are doing and how they are doing it. In this vein, I was fortunate enough to be introduced to Dean Havard at Kilmog Press, who produces beautiful handcrafted books and have had great discussions with poet Michael Steven. Kilmog has just published his chapbook Centreville Springs and its a good one!

All the literary talk prompted me to have a hunt for Fernado Pessoa books in Dunedin’s excellent 2nd hand book shops (reuse!). I had a great conversation with one ‘bookshop guy’ which went something like this:

“I am looking for anything by Pessoa”
“Oh, the Portugese chap? No sorry not at the moment”

I was so impressed that ‘bookshop guy’ knew Pessoa (and on my last visit taught me how to pronounce ‘Camus’ properly) that I ended up walking away with Rimbaud’s prose poems which was at the top limit of my budget. As this flying bookshop visit was on the way to a family outing to the Botanical Gardens I also ended up carrying Rimbaud and a copy of Edmund White’s ‘The Flaneur’  with me around the park which felt a tiny bit surreal.

The park has some interesting Peter Pan statuary. Apparently you can find these all over NZ but I found the detail in the base of this one a tad creepy. The statue is of Peter standing on a tree stump. In the tree roots are all sorts of creatures – and babies. It hadn’t occurred to me that the ‘lost boys’ were once ‘lost babies’ which I find a little disturbing and reminiscent of The Importance of Being Earnest where a baby was left in a capacious handbag “in the cloak-room of one of the larger railway stations in London.”

bronzebaby
This baby looks quite forlorn in it’s tree root ‘cage’

On the recycle front so much has been happening but probably only of interest to me. But in the spirit of ‘recycle’ , here is a cover of Word Up – played on the ukulele. Yes, I have also been neglecting my ukulele fetish even though I am actually taking some lessons. WORD

 

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