One of my favourite examples of Australian architecture. The silo and flour mill at Tocumwal on the Murray River in New South Wales. A premonition of the year ahead?
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Showing posts with label disintegration. Show all posts
The future
One of my favourite examples of Australian architecture. The silo and flour mill at Tocumwal on the Murray River in New South Wales. A premonition of the year ahead?
doin' me head in...
I stopped counting after about 15000 kilometres on the road. The car was still going...I think I was driving, home or away was getting increasingly hard to tell.You go through good towns, and you go through those that don't feel so good, but wherever I went I always felt at home. It is only in the cities that I start to feel alienated. There is always a romanticism about driving down a country road exploring new territory. At the same time one can only marvel, and at times, cringe at land use and our desire and capacity to alter the landscape. The above pic is in Yeoval, a small settlement on the road between Wellington and Parkes. Someone somewhere along the way had decided to create a sculpture park and a 'benefactor' had kindly donated this bronze split 'portrait' of Henry Moore. Considering Moore's oeuvre all one could do was wonder why?
Needless to say with all the travelling this year time in the studio has been infrequent and disjointed at the best of times. The blog has been sadly neglected, collaborations come and go, being focused on particular projects has remained elusive, and yet on occasion I think I have managed to produce my best work, certainly in video anyway, and my photomedia work has seen a gradual shift from the theme of sex and death (no doubt disappointing some of my audience) to architectural decay, disorder and disintegration.
So, a year of contrast in a land of contrasts. The tunnel below is on the freeway heading east from Adelaide, town of my birth but a long way from where I live today. And below that is Bunjil, creation spirit depicted in aboriginal rock art from near the Grampians in south western Victoria. The two pics kinda summed up the situation. Massive engineering works so I can get home faster, and a timeless painting from a race who no longer have their home. I sit somewhere in between scratching me head...
Kaspar's mantelpiece (for Arp)
Bob Georgeson, Kaspar's mantelpiece (for Arp), 2014, Mixed media, 12m x 3m
Return to Reason
This mashup (like the title suggests) is a return to some of my favourite themes, and working again with the soundscapes of one of my favourite musicians (emptywhale), who I blame entirely for the development of my cinematic 'style'. The themes of eroticism, passion, death, decay, disintegration, decline and disorder combine in a (humble) homage to Man Ray...
The delightfully dulcet soundscape is From A Clear Sky taken from emptywhale's third album Some Hollow Lullabies. You can download it here...
The HD MPEG movie file on the Internet Archive can be downloaded here...
You can see all of my videos here...
Stating the obvious...
...was a comment levelled against(about?) me many years ago in conversation with a friend. "Always stating the obvious Bob", she said. Oh well...I just find the so-called interesting mundane and the mundane interesting. And the more mundane the better I say. Paths leading nowhere, doorways always shut...kinda like a metaphor for something. Oh dear...there I go again! The obvious...
Some snaps from the recent trips...
Some snaps from the recent trips...
All images by Bob Georgeson 2014
More postcards from Bega
Back in the studio after another road trip up north, so 2895 kilometers later trying to remember what I was doing before I left. Well, the short answer is collaborative video work with two exceptional European based artists but that project must remain 'in the wings' until publicly released. Meanwhile, here's a few snaps from beautiful Bega, the 'jewel' of the far south coast..
Force Field
Bob Georgeson, Force Field #1, 2014, Digital print
Been a definite lull in posts this month while I have been working on an exciting collaborative project, which will have to remain an enigma for the moment, but I did manage to whip this one off between planning and experimentation with my collaborators, and offending arts professionals in my spare time. It does represent a direction I am heading in (the picture that is...). Sorry to disappoint those loyal followers who just come in for the tit and bum...
In decline
On a recent visit to Sydney I was struck not only by the unsustainable growth of the metropolis, but in particular by the 'dehumanizing' experience of the M5 motorway tunnel, where one is shot down into the darkness (I must admit the first 300 metres caused by leaving on my sunglasses) and propelled like an electron in a particle accelerator toward an uncertain future accompanied by a soundtrack of engines, exhaust pipes and roaring extractor fans.
Late last year I came across a delightful blog that intersected with this experience and it seems like a fitting start to the new year to bring it to your attention. In decline is described as "straddling the line of decay and eroticism" and lists as its interests industrial decay, wastelands, machinery, disorder and of course the erotic. A recent post:
Spare Ass Annie
When I became captain of the town, I decided to extend asylum to certain citizens who were persona non grata elsewhere in the area because of their disgusting and disquieting deformities. One was known as Spare Ass Annie. She had an auxiliary asshole in the middle of her forehead, like a baneful bronze eye. William S Burroughs
Force of Resistance, Stress, Heat, Collapse
Deformity is contrary to expectation. Horror of the dysmorphic invokes the notion that formal conventions are somehow correct and keeps with the classic aesthetic principles. The revolting appearance of a functionally specific aperture, wets the appetite.
Simple deformity breaks no internal rules, it is aberrant for compromising only exceptions. One can violate conventions without appearing deformed, it is only understood as the violation of what is expected or accurate.
Late last year I came across a delightful blog that intersected with this experience and it seems like a fitting start to the new year to bring it to your attention. In decline is described as "straddling the line of decay and eroticism" and lists as its interests industrial decay, wastelands, machinery, disorder and of course the erotic. A recent post:
Spare Ass Annie
When I became captain of the town, I decided to extend asylum to certain citizens who were persona non grata elsewhere in the area because of their disgusting and disquieting deformities. One was known as Spare Ass Annie. She had an auxiliary asshole in the middle of her forehead, like a baneful bronze eye. William S Burroughs
Force of Resistance, Stress, Heat, Collapse
Deformity is contrary to expectation. Horror of the dysmorphic invokes the notion that formal conventions are somehow correct and keeps with the classic aesthetic principles. The revolting appearance of a functionally specific aperture, wets the appetite.
Simple deformity breaks no internal rules, it is aberrant for compromising only exceptions. One can violate conventions without appearing deformed, it is only understood as the violation of what is expected or accurate.
Eric Tabuchi, Anatomy, 2006, Photography
NOTE: Sadly this blog has been recently removed...I have decided to leave this post anyway as an inspiration to myself if not others...