Lola’s brother Hendrix about to get to the candle on her behalf. Happy Birthday Lola.
Chris Hillary capturing Kulin Project in his role as an ‘officially, official Instagrammer in residence’ at the NGV.
A mini update to stevenrhall.com was a great way to make use of a rainy Melbourne afternoon.
Trocadero Art Space and Five Walls Projects are happy to announce the ALLOT Lottery Auction
ALLOT is a cross between a Lottery and an Auction,
Preview of artworks runs from Dec 4 -14
WED - SAT 11-5
LOTTERY DRAW SATURDAY 14 DECEMBER from 6pm
Tickets are $100
Each ticket is rewarded with an artwork.
(Therefore tickets are limited)
The Gum Ball machine of destiny will select your artwork.
Tickets available at:
More info available at:
or contact us at:
Exhibiting Artists Include:
Patricia Todarello, Steven Rhall, Carolyn Menzies,
Paul Batt, Marcello Guardigli, Natalie Ryan, Gabriella Calandro,
Kristen McIver, Larissa MacFarlane, Brett Colquhoun, Craig Easton,
Ollie Lucas, Philippe Vranjes, Sarah Dwyer, Aaron Martin,
Terrence Bogue, Yuria Okamura, Nina Rubenstein, Richard Grigg,
Kate Just, Michael Brennan, Anne Kucera, Jess Wilson, Matt Hobson and many more…
All Proceeds contribute to the ongoing success of Trocadero Art Space
and Five Walls Projects.
Help support art in Footscray.
Come along next Saturday and support arts in the West – I’ve donated a framed print Terry which could be yours!
I went to Colour Box Studio last night to take some photos of The Space Between performance collective presenting, Thing with Feathers. I was told beforehand that it was a Butoh performance. I had heard of ‘Butoh’ before but didn’t know much about ‘what it is’ other than have something to do with Japanese culture. Wikipedia soon showed me that “critic Mark Holborn has written that butoh is defined by its very evasion of definition.” This appealed to me straight away given my recently interest in ‘definition’ and the forces for and against the act.
The Space Between do not even have the word ‘Butoh’ as part of the flyer I picked up – perhaps not wanting their potential audience to be influenced by their own idea of Butoh?
With most of what I experienced of the performance was through gaps in milk crates and up ended pallets (I was keeping a low profile as to not distract the performers while taking photos) I thoroughly enjoyed what I did see and hear – great use of lighting and also some crazy cacophonous audio (reminiscent of an experimental Sonic Youth).
Thing with Feathers :
Gabrielle New, Kathleen Doyle – Creators and Performers
Paula Van Beek – Light Installation and design
Gabrielle New - Costume Design
Ralf Rehak- Installation Design
Norm Skipp- Sound design
Robert Spillane – Photography
Kulin Project installation - Melbourne Now
Free writing for 25 minutes today, I thought I’d pen a short story.
He stood there by the side of the road – steam rising from the asphalt as the suns rays intensified. The day was beginning and it held promise, just as they always do. The man hoped to catch a ride up the coast. “a couple of hundred K’s would be nice” he mused.
In the hour that passed, the rest of the small town had begun to stir and the mans hope for a ride remained steady. The frontage of a shed transformed – from an otherwise plain looking building – to seafood shack, catering to both local and passing trade. The first bus service of the day came to pass too. The old lady who rides the bus service for companionship, first bus to last, noticed the man at the side of the road. Nothing was unseen by her all watching eye, the living gossip mag of the peninsuala.
She noticed the man was not a local yet, the unfamiliar visitor was not unusual – with tourists always passing through or otherwise, staying for the night. “Another one of those hippies” she thought, trailing her eye over his worn out clothes and unkempt beard.
Dew from the night was now vapour. The man was happy to be dry but but warmed with each passing minute in the sun. Shaded spots by the road were plenty but he knew from experience the best place for a ride was the roundabout – “better to hot and visible than stay part of the bush” he thought. Then a camper-van pulled over.
I mustard yellow Volkswagen with a young couple took the man up the coast. He discovered they too were travelling yet – were on there own journey. The man respectfully listened to their passion for Christ. It was the least he could do considering their generosity. He kept his own beliefs to himself for fear that they might be offended. He also wasn’t in the mood for a theological discussion.
As the van gained distance from the sleepy town, leaving the prawns where the bush meets the sea, the old lady on the bus kept watch and thought of her husband. The town was her family now and each bus driver – her obliging children.
Writing something, writing something. The scrapes of my neighbour is an art thing. What is he doing? It might be paint or sculpture. Roadside haiku. Did I spell that right. Waving cat, on the floor, Sabrina the witch and Buffy. Peewee Herman and H.R. Puff n Stuff. I’ve gone straight edge. I’ve gone straight edge. Genius chess players who have pyschosis, playing chess on the beach, not thinking about losing but that activity is enjoyed for being an activity - the sand doesn’t matter - it is all matter. Many and much of it, to the painted rocks at Bunjil park. I think of that old guy and that classroom. Witches broom, the witch, the witch. Chugging Coke. Just give me a pepsi, just one Pepsi, all I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi and she wouldn’t give it to me. Marmalade. Marmalade jam, and conservatory bird life wildlife park. Noah’s ark. God is in there somewhere. Sofia Coppola Murray, translation. Computation. Alien nation. Weigh station. Mega BP. BCF, supercheap auto. Das auto, kaptial. DAAS. German industrial, olympic swimmer. 67, 89, 65. Worn out 6. 666. They call chips crisps. Served with coleslaw, in a bun - it’s tastes good on it. Magazine ween yourself off that solar ring of the planet that surround, circumnavigates, the white plate. No hate 51. On the bun. Tastes good on the bun. Bahn. Bahn. Footscray. Road side Haiku. 22. 8 5 4 3 2 1 .00
Melbourne Now opening peeps: Richard Bell (on the phone with some hot chips), Ross Coulter (with his amazing 10,000 Paper Planes), Kristopher Paulsen and Magdalena (in the Ikea bin dome), and selfie with Kaz Adams (in the same dome). 🎨
Aaron Martin is one of 10 artists in the group shown Modern Ruin, opening this Thursday the 21st at Newport’s The Substation art centre.
I’m excited to check out the work including Aaron’s series on tyres (drawing, 3D and moving image/sound).
Meditations on urban decay – the ‘forgotten objects’ of Modern Ruin also includes a series which I’m told is a document – one depicting the construction and eventual demolition of the (clandestine) Yarraville skatepark.
This exhibition has been curated by Aaron alongside fellow exhibitor Michael Brennan. Stalwarts of the Melbourne’s west art-scene, Michael and Aaron are founders of Footscray’s Trocadero Art Space and Five Walls Studios respectively.
Make sure to visit Modern Ruin on twitter for further info.
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