Archive for the ‘It’s Crow Time’ Category

yesterday we went for a drive out to the edge of the city to Purple Noon Gallery at Freemans Reach
to see Irene & Ellen’s beautiful and inspiring exhibition
you can see more details in situ over on instagram
with a special thank you to Irene for driving down to meet us
& to Robyn for making such a beautiful gallery space!

working on this illustration for my friend & plant guru extraordinaire Peter Webb‘s forthcoming book
“How plants are Born; a story about relationships”
levels adjusted to sharpen the detail
inverted
thinking of adding some ink to emphasize the edges
and perhaps a bit of hand colouring next but it may well be best just left as is…
thank goodness for scanners!

Zhao Zhao Constellations 2017
300 x 980 cm
300 x 140 cm x 7 panels
silk, embroidery
“Having seen images of bullet holes after the June 1989 events, Zhao Zhao purchased a gun – illegal in China – and fired it into sheets of glass. Mesmerized by the beauty of the patterns, he began to paint them. Later in collaboration with his mother, Zhao made these works in the form of silk embroideries. From afar, Constellations can convince the viewers that what they see is splintered shards of glass. The puncture holes recall a moment of impact and destruction, but as radiating lines are laboriously transformed by silken threads, we are reminded that moments of rapid violence have effects that extend far beyond the core.”
detail of the embroidered silk
such powerful work
Liang Shaoji
Heavy Clouds 2014
silk, cocoons, wood
Liang Shaoji works with silkworms or, more specifically their lifecycle. By manipulating sound, light and temperature, he is able to alter the paths by which they spin, producing mysterious forms bound in silken filaments. To create the Heavy Clouds series, Liang used 20,000 silkworms to veil ancient pieces of wood from the Tang Dynasty, themselves engraved with the marks of time and history. The fine, white gauze becomes shroud-like: protecting, healing, mourning a ravaged environment.
Liang’s works accomplish two feats: ‘making wood appear as light as a cloud and a cloud appear as heavy as wood’.”
here’s the link to see more of this brilliant & confronting exhibition at the White Rabbit Gallery

the Nirin Sydney Biennale at Cockatoo Island has reopened this week!
Ibrahim Mahama’s fabulous transformation of the Turbine Room with his No friend but the mountains 2012-20
the scale of this work is astounding, that’s Old Man Crow halfway down the hall
our friend Cathy taking a video
every bag is stitched into the whole like a giant patchwork
woven into place
holding memory
these bags looked like they were encrusted with sea shells
detail not sure if they are shells or metal tags
Latai Taumoepeau The Last Resort 2020
“Surrounded by a wall of sacks filled with empty glass bottles. They are stitching up the sea. Wearing brick sandals on their feet and armed with an ‘ike (Tongan mallet) exclusively used to beat mulberry bark into large ceremonial cloth called ngatu or tapa. They smash and crush the glass into the present future. Empty torn sacks adorn their necks as a lei or sisi, usually a garland of fresh tropical flowers and leaves worn as a body adornment in formal Pacific Island presentations, also used to welcome guests and keep their necks cool. They are stitching up sea at/as the last resort.”
the sound of breaking glass
Manuel Ocampo
“The paintings of Manuel Ocampo are not stories, nor do the webs of images and symbols that he weaves together point to a specific thing. Rather, the meaning implied by the signs and visual vocabularies employed by the artist is accumulative, presented to audiences in a way that remains deliberately opaque. The artist says this method of presentation is emblematic of the way he works, from a position of uncertainty that ensures his paintings remain open to a spectrum of interpretations. Within this, Ocampo and his work are able to retain a degree of autonomy, away from any pre-conceived assumptions and desires of those who look at his work within arenas of contemporary art.”
Here’s links to lots more photos & videos on
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Nirin Sydney Biennale website

 

dreaming of Blue Tibetan Poppies

Posted: June 17, 2020 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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My friend Pete Webb plant guru extraordinaire sent this magical photo and wrote these poetic words feeding my dream of growing the beautiful but notoriously temperamental Blue Tibetan Poppies when we move to the Blue Mountains…
Meconopsis I saw in the mountains of Tibet. I asked the spirits to lead me to them in my walks in the mountains and they are not a deception and all of the enchantment you may already feel in your body. Each one a little different from the other. The same blue, yet having said that, you as an artist know that blue is never the same; some always escapes to the sky.
In Tibet it is so incredible as there are basically no trees and you feel the sky touch the earth. Where Meconopsis grow, at least the last ones I saw, you/we are actually sandwiched between sky and earth as there is less oxygen and you have to go slow or spin out with a terrible thumping headache.
But yes, find a happy lineage to get seed from and put the seed in the refrigerator. Tell them some cold weather stories when you sow them and then sneak out to see them when they are in flower. They are fugitives like blue.
Thanks for being you
Love Pete
PS. The first one I saw; the last ones I can’t find the photos at the moment but I will. Just to wet your whistle. They are more robust at times. Here with some Artemisias and a Larkspur”

let there be light!

Posted: June 15, 2020 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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the lightbulb fizzed on my Daylight magnifying lamp on Friday morning
I wasn’t able to draw or stitch for three days & was in a snit all weekend
Old Man Crow will be so happy when he gets back from the pub this evening I’m grinning from ear to ear since the postman arrived with my lightbulb and it works!
earlier today Madeleine and I met this gentle man with a beautiful blue and gold macaw in Sydney Park
blue and gold macaw Sydney Park
Magic Days!

Black swan and cygnet Sydney Park wetlands
photo courtesy of Richard Whitfield
such peaceful and elegant beauty
namaste

a little whimsy for Old Man Crow to celebrate 73 turns around the sun !

Gemini by Mo 1999
Old Man Crow and his Les Paul at the Sando in 2012
photo courtesy of Richard Whitfield
Old Man Crow & Nick Hope live at the Sando 2012
photo courtesy of Richard Whitfield
us out the back of 271, three houses & nearly 20 years ago!
photo courtesy of Lina Eve
the man is a treasure & still makes me laugh every day!

Sydney Park Wetlands

Posted: June 1, 2020 by Mo Crow in It's Crow Time
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Sydney Park wetlands is a treasure here in the inner west
a sanctuary for birds, animals, people and recycling stormwater
a quiet place to slow down and listen to mother nature
beautiful landscaping of an area that was a barren wasteland in the 80’s
with such good bones
love how these old piers define the space
reflections
white faced heron
the city is starting to open up, the art galleries, museums, libraries and pubs will open to the public with social distancing restrictions in place from June 1st and the best news is Brook Andrew’s powerful Nirin Biennale will be open until the end of September
PS  yesterday afternoon to celebrate the last day of autumn we went to Centennial Park for a picnic hosted by Jeffrey Hamilton and his partner Harry
great company, fine conversation, delicious food and a purrfect setting

Memory Keeper for Julie Mo 20
H 33cm x W 19cm x D 2.5cm
hand woven & indigo dyed linen cloth and threads by Ulrike Bogdan
100 year old hand woven linen from Germany for edges and gusset
stars of vellum parchment circa 1812
blue and white glass beads
bone bead for closure
knotted nettle string handle
silk noil from Margaret Johnson for the lining
the last thing added this morning was that tiny blue bead in the centre of the fringe
the back needed an insert as the lower edge of the hand woven indigo was narrower at the base
the moon needed a little more definition so I backstitched the edge
the bone bead worked perfectly for the closure
I stretched the handwoven linen making gaps in the weave that needed reinforcing
detail of silk noil lining and edges
I thought there would be lots of feathers and shells in the knotted string handle but they were surplus to requirements and had to be cut out
full of memories from our 44 years of friendship & all set to go!