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Showing posts with label Brisbane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brisbane. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 26, 2022

Australia Day 2022 Picturing the Old People

 



I wrote this poem after visiting GOMA on a trip to Brisbane. The original blog post is here. Reviewing it I made a couple of adjustments. I found these words by the artist and reflected on my own interpretation of the installation.

You can never control how people will interpret your work. I’ve had comments about my work that are so far from what I was intending, it continues to surprise me. Each viewer’s life experiences affect the way they see your work. For example, when I did Picturing the old people, a video installation based on archival photographs of Aboriginal people, someone said to me “isn’t it sad that Aboriginal people were forced to wear European clothes”. I was shocked, because what I was intending, and worked hard to show, was how well Aboriginal people had adapted to and existed inside this new culture which was forced upon them – I was trying to show their resilience and acceptance. I had not intended to reinforce the idea of Aboriginal people as victims – in fact, the documentation shows that Aboriginal people were required to look ‘more Aboriginal’ for these studio photos than they really were.

So my job as facilitator and my intention as storyteller is to shift the framework, and using the artefacts of colonialism allows me, and a bunch of other Indigenous artists, to inscribe new meanings on the work. It brings voice.

You know, art is a weapon and its strength lies in its ability to disturb, to disrupt and to combat racist sentiment. – Genevieve Grieves,  from https://mgnsw.org.au/articles/home-genevieve-grieves/


Picturing the Old People

After Genevieve Grieves, GOMA Brisbane, August 2012

 

From Victorian England of rural innocence

I travel to Paris with Pissarro, and on

to past masterpieces of the Prado.

Then, everything European is left

in its sphere, set

floating adrift…

 

Humidity and sunlight deaden

marshmallow flowers turned to cream,

toasted upon wilting at the bottom

of the display by the pool

separating one building

from another.

 

On the second floor they dance, Aboriginal:

angry, proud, utterly captivating,

made to pose and shot.

Polarized and stilled,

in time’s eye

I seem bereft.

 

Orla Fay

Friday, July 27, 2012

Queensland Art Gallery

I've just been to the gallery and took two snaps of my fave paintings there. They're called "Rest" by George Clausen and "Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness" by Henry Hewitt. I'm going back to the Gallery of Modern Art next, especially curious to see the Aborigine artwork again.

The QAG is showing an exhibition:
Portrait of Spain - Masterpieces From The Prado.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Oz - Day 5

Good morning blog. I'm taking a quiet day to reflect and to write a couple of poems. I will make a cup of coffee and take my leisure. As I mentioned in the previous post it is winter here and raining for the second day in a row. More rain is forecast and I am going south at the weekend where it will be colder. I'm not complaining. I saw on the news yesterday that a mist had covered Sydney disrupting flights and commuting traffic.

There is a lot here to stimulate the imagination which is exciting for me. I visited the Queensland State Library where the Queensland Writers' Centre is based. I'm looking for a poetry event to attend but I may be out of luck as the Speedpoets open mic takes place on the first Saturday of the month and the Australian poetry slam Brisbane heat was last Thursday. I'll keep an eye out for something.

The Brisbane River is very wide. As I looked on the city skyline I noticed that there are lots of cranes. Remember when there were lots of cranes in Ireland during the Celtic Tiger?