Drawing translucency or 40 holes a minute: Nathan Young

40 holes per minute, 21,600 holes per day and the lack of a thimble, was this really an idea worth pursuing? If I've learnt anything; pay more attention to Grandma - running a pin through your hair makes life so much easier. 

Light in the Antarctic: Margaret Elliot

Freeze Frame 1

 The pressure ridge reared up like a frozen wave threatening to break as we walked along it into a distance of shifting cloud shadows. I am still fiddling with this work, must stop. 
500 x 2000 mm.

Freeze frame 2

This work recreates some memorable light effects I experienced outside Scott Base at 1 in the morning. The photos I took didn’t really do it (I often find bad photos make a good starting point for a painting). 
300mm x1500 mm

Freeze Frame 3  

This currently looks like a collapsed Pavlova. It is currently being made less distinct and hopefully more translucent. Watch this space

Freeze Frame 3a  

Light effects …… If I only had time 

The studio with the works under construction -- still tweaking.

We all know that photographs can lie, but what about half-truths?

Somewhere between the public face and the private, lies a translucent presence neither transparent nor opaque. Neither entirely true nor completely false. Much like contemporary social media.

Photographs have been a social media for over one hundred and fifty years. Over the period, contemplation of the mundane has revealed great depth of meaning and beauty.

I see photographic translucence not as a diaphanous form but as partially resolved meaning.The photograph may be sharp but is sited between the private and the public. Each of us brings to the image our own perception.

My personal photography transverses this social translucent landscape - revealing only clues to the true state of the material and the personal. With the exhibition as a catalyst, over the past month I have explored the personal spaces of my family, letting their domestic landscapes reveal something of their lives.

Tony Kellaway

The Backstory

On the 17th of December Helen, Poppy and I went on an overnight trip to Matiu/Somes Island. The trip was many things: a workbook collective Christmas party, a belated birthday celebration, and last, a farewell to a dear teacher, mentor, fellow artist and friend off on a new adventure. Alas, she could not join us.

Since we were butting up against our upcoming exhibition, Translucent Landscapes, it was only natural this was at the forefront of our mind and therefore directed conversation and exploration. We spent much of the day researching through filming and photographing, discovering many extraordinary visual feasts, in all sorts of interesting places. It was exhilarating to be absorbed and to respond. In my case, it was in the micro worlds and moments that I discovered. The weekend was a consolidation and followed previous research.

  

A southerly blow had us limited to the Forest and Bird house, late on the Saturday afternoon. Where we managed to get very merry on some rather good wine and become obsessed with completing a jigsaw puzzle. The 9:30 light curfew didn’t stop us, we were jigsaw possessed, using headlamps to carry on. Poppy sensibly bid us goodnight - Helen and I were convinced of the benefits of jigsaw in relation to our art practice, a distilling of form, colour, problem solving, and composition. How you can get stuck on a piece, believing it to part of some whole but it just doesn’t fit.

Jigsaw Demon Photo by Poppy Leknar

 

I work in a rather convoluted way; I tend to dig holes for multiple seedlings rather than a single tree. I am slightly sheepish about bringing up Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattaris’ philosophical concept the Rhizome. Because, quite frankly I haven’t read and absorbed enough to be able to make a critical analysis of how it relates. Only that I am very drawn to its concepts in regard to application of thought processes.

I tend to work with a number of parallel ideas in an organic Deluezian fashion rather than a sequential development from a single source idea. Follows is a sample of activity from my workbook.

 

My main project will be an installation. The model below doesn’t translate well in photo form, due its static quality. Whereas, the piece involves the viewer’s body to activate what occurs within the space.

In this project, I have enjoyed the play with the materiality of translucency and am using it as a mechanism to create a sensory space where people can travel their own landscape through their perception of what is presented to them. This may occur through triggers such as memory, emotions, imagination or physical, exploration or perhaps more. My challenge is setting up an environment where a lot of in-betweens exist. It’s untested but hey, that’s what the Fringe Festival is about.

Come along tomorrow and Saturday Night to the following free Fringe Shows- love to see you there! 
BRIGHTER FUTURE- by Mike Ting: Fri 10th Feb. 4 min loop (9-12pm). Majoribanks St side of the Embassy Theatre (outside). Free!
FEATURE-LESS - by Poppy Lekner: Sat 11th Feb 10.30-11pm. Paramount Theatre. Koha/Free!

http://featurelessbrightfuture.blogspot.co.nz/

Detail from photo by Herbert Ponting 2/12/1911

 Ice, the element that dominates all life in Antarctica and turns what would be a archipelago into a vast expansive continent 3,820,000 square kilometres larger than Europe. I have found this vital element of Antarctica surprisingly hard to write a musical composition on. The main problem is that Antarctica is a very quite desolate place, and only a few people have any form of emotional attachment to the place, also I have never been there. So instead of trying to write a tone poem about a place that I have only ever seen on the TV screen, I have instead decided to try and capture the feelings that the early explorers of Antarctica would have felt visiting the white continent. I'm working on an instrumental piece for mandolin, violin and guitar which we'll perform on the opening night.

Layering Clouds

Helen Reynolds 2012

Moist air rises up to meet a layer of cool air - a cloud condendses.. Layers of air swirl above us and clouds mark the movement, a different shape for each layer.
Here in Wellington the hills constrict the sky. The motorway is one of the best places to see as many clouds as you can, see them rising drifting on the currents. In particular the motorway's raised fly-overs. But I have found that getting absorbed by the clouds when driving is almost as dangerous as texting while driving and I have had to give it up.
I am cutting layers of paper to make clouds for the exhibition, tracking the expansion, drifting and dissipation of clouds in each layer.
I come out of the studio, absorbed again, and ask my daughter if she can hang the clouds out on the line to dry. She looks puzzled, but decides to get the laundry out instead.

Visit to the Optometrist's

One day two weeks ago, the cloud on the Rimutakas so low it was like driving in the sky, I joined the other nine artists involved in Translucent Landscapes at the exhibition venue - an abandoned optometrist's premises in Ghuznee Street, Wellington. I am a poet - being part of an 'exhibition' is new to me. The others are visual artists in a range of media from photography to videomedia to installation art, landscape architects, a composer. 

We arrive around noon, most of us, some have been there a while. We stand at the edges to start with, this is, have you met. Helen, the gentle organiser. She's made muffins with oats and fruit in them. Her son, the composer, plucks at the mandolin, walks in arcs.

We peel off. Follow the composer's lead. Stand and look: the well-lit reception with 2 x 2.2 windows, a long desk, the plastic hooks where spectacles were displayed once, lit squares in the walls for goodness knows what, the view onto Glover Park. When I was studying landscape architecture, we observed the park for 24 hours, all through the night, taking shifts. 

The small eye-testing rooms with no natural light, white walls. Perfect. Can I paint it?

Some of the artists cluster. Talk about children. Holidays. 

Measure. Squint. Take photographs. Gesture at corners, walls. Stalagmites. 

I was just thinking. That one for me. Perhaps. How about this one? How would that be for you? I like this. Yes, this. This. Thinking. No not there. Here. Have you thought? I'm still. 

Eating one of Helen's muffins. There's take-out coffee. Across the road it says PARKING, The French Art Shop, World Trade Centre (faded). 

In Glover Park people come and go inside the neat squares. Mostly apart unless already in a cluster. A father with two children and ice-creams, a couple standing on a bench animated, man reading the newspaper, a pigeon. A reflection of us, inside. Coming and going. Framed in the windows. On show? I think so. 

On the other side of the park is a building with an elegant dome and a place at the top to stand and look at the world. A widow's walk. I bet you can see the harbour from there.

Maybe if I put. This room, for me, for sure. Over here. Fine. A projection. At night. The park. How much? How about? 

And the poems, where? The composer, Iain, and I talk by the spectacle hooks. He's not recording his music, will play it on the launch night with a guitarist and violinist. A performance. Just that. I wonder if that's enough for a poem: performed on launch night, printed out, perhaps. A few pages, displayed on the spectacle hooks. 

There are, as you'd expect, a lot of mirrors here, as well as the windows. Everywhere, squares of light, muted by city dust. The windows need washing. I'll ask Eddie. 

Still, a poem exhibited is a compelling idea. In large font on a large window, perhaps? The words opened up, given depth, by the place where they rest. Resolutely opaque but still, in a way, translucent - the light allowed (figuratively) through. The 'landscape' behind the words: PARKING, The French Art Shop, World Trade Centre, Glover Park, the dome, the widow's walk. I'll look into it.

Make notes. Measure with my feet. Take photos with my phone. One of the shots is in the middle of the optometrist's, somewhere between mirrors and windows. When I get home, I see myself in it. Framed and blocked by the light. Yet, possibly, vaguely translucent. 

Swatches

Images: Molly Samsell, January 2012

Study for site specific photographic excavations

Translucent Landscapes conquers space and time

Translucent Landscapes has found a space for exhibiting! It was a bit nerve wracking to declare an opening time without an actual space, but now time and space are in sync. In fact, we have two sites!
We will be exhibiting at 75 Ghuznee St, directly opposite The French Art Shop and adjacent to Glover Park. The premises, previously an optometry clinic, make a really exciting space with plenty of individual spaces for projecting video art and creating site responsive installations as well as fabulous light filled rooms for paintings and photographs.
Translucent Landscapes will also be exhibiting at the Thistle Hall Lightbox on Arthur St. The Lightbox is a great site, always open and part of the city.

We would like to thank the owners Sonja Newby and Wayne Lane for their sponsorship and support of this exhibition. We are also grateful for the support of Creative New Zealand Kakano funding, The Fringe and Thistle Hall.
The group of artists participating has also reached an exciting stage. We now have a fantastic group of talented people from many disciplines creating work for the exhibition:

Margaret Elliot, Iain Gordon, Katherine Joyce-Kellaway, Tony Kellaway, Doris Lindstrom,  Poppy Lekner, Mary McCallum, Helen Reynolds, Molly Samsell, Mike Ting and Nathan Young.

Image: Poppy Lekner, November 2012

Starting to think about filtered intimacy, and experience of distance and proximity. Attempts at reconnecting and finding/observing edges and boundaries in space through points/fields of contact.

Space?

Translucent Landscapes is searching for space to exhibit in. We are excited by this empty optometry space - tell us if you know an empty space that might be available, we would love to hear about it.

Mature Cumulonimbus

Image: Helen Reynolds

Katherine Joyce Kellaway

Image: Katherine Joyce Kellaway

Doris Lindstrom

Image: Doris Lindstrom

This work by Doris Lindstrom is a layering of several draiwngs of the landscape surrounding Doris. She says "I am always looking - then seemingly all of a sudden the place I live has changed with shapes, trees, other things...This stuff surrounds you all your life and it enters your subconscious.The tree has organised itself so it goes around beautifully. In winter they are spikey but week by week, once you get to the greenery there are so many shpaes within it... you have to live with it for a while. It is not necessarily cerebral, its a feeling" 

Glass Room

"Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape. " Mervyn Peake

 

A Cloud Sketch

c2011 Helen Reynolds

Katherine Joyce Kellaway:

My immediate thoughts on ‘Translucent Landscapes’ when Helen invited me to participate where to reflect on a research trip at the beginning of the year to Lake Grassmere, near Blenheim, in the South Island. We we’re fortunate enough to have a very enthusiastic and interested guide and be there in the midst of the annual salt harvest. The title’ Translucent Landscapes’ suggest the visual, bodily and sound scapes that we experienced on that trip and it certainly resonates with the theme and the video and photographic information gathered will possibly appear in processes.

These have little substance just my current ponderings on the theme, are a discourse on our senses as a landscape, as in ‘an extensive mental view; an interior prospect’ (answers.com). I am waiting from Australia Paul Rodaway book called Sensuous Geographies, Body, Sense and Place, a theoretical survey into the subject. And I am enjoying the possibilities of the play between the Oxford Dictionaries’ definition of translucent as in ‘permitting light to pass through but diffusing it so that persons, or objects on the opposite side are not clearly visible and then ‘clear; transparent as in translucent seawater.’ Play is the best step forward.

little filter

In the process of filtering, extraction and processing, will update with pieces as material is pushed through system.