Monthly Archives: May 2011

KickArts in Cairns (North QLD) have opened the doors on New Photography 1, a great show of pictures that will hang till mid-August 2011.

All the peeps within striking distance – GET OVER AND HAVE A GOOD LOOK!

An edit of Sean Davey’s Dogfood & Oysters is on show, some beautiful little silver prints hanging there, staring back at you.

*edit: After going to press Kisim Piksa received the installation picture below from our north QLD spy – lovely!

Those few people who tune into kisim piksa tv will be aware of the enduring fascination here with Sally Mann’s photographs.

That wonderful point of reference AmericanSuburbX has an old interview with Mann and the film maker Steven Cantor. The little film they made back at the time of Immediate Family has always been a beautiful thing to watch – I saw it while being introduced to her pictures, and it really just gave that little extra information and context needed by a chimp like me.

Scoot on over for a great read (hell, stay there for a few hours and dig around).

The interview

A little bit of time spent this afternoon on a project that is just drifting along at home.

Truly pictures of nothing, just little things that I see every day and never take too much notice of.

Gots ta stay busy…

In my random aimless searching and looking at pictures I came across Masumi Hayashi’s work – and had a real moment of just staring with a little wonder and awe.

She was born in the Gila River War Relocation Camp (Arizona) in 1945. Many Japanese-Americans were interned during WW2, pushed into these isolated setting, waiting, rotting and confused (for they were American).

In her artistic life she returned to the sites of many of these camps, making collages (surveys if you will) of the scenes. Hockney-like in their patchy makeup, yet far more ordered in their rigid grid structure, these pictures were built by the photographer with magnificent, hands-on simplicity. Hugely self-referential and grounded in experience and understanding, they are fantastic.

Her work (and life) should not be reduced to the camps. I apologise if this small entry adds to that vein, but hope that it provides a little point of entry for others to explore her wider body of work and creative existence.

The 2006 end is disturbing in its violence and head-shaking stupidity. Hayashi’s young neighbour had installed a huge sound system in his apartment, prompting complaints from the photographer. The music fan shot Masumi Hayashi and her friend (the artist John Jackson) in retaliation, killing both.

Sunday afternoon and I’m rooted.

Friday afternoon I rolled to Sydney to see the Quilty and Maynard shows… of course the M5 stuffed me round and it took 4.5 hours to get to the gallery district – meaning I didn’t see the Quilty pictures. Burning inside. Gotta save up for the book.

Wandered over into Redfern and saw the opening of trans/tender at the Minton Annex. The place was packed, all the trendy set there, beautiful little jewel-like prints on the wall. It’s magic. You’ve all got a week, and if you don’t take then opportunity to go see the photos – well you should give yourself an uppercut.

2/3 of the brokenbench crew were there drinking the free grog (a reliable bunch!), celebrating pictures and having a ball. Some dipped into their pocket for some prints and we all had a little gossip. Brilliant.

Dinner with S&P. Into bed at 0130. Back to Canberra a few hours later. Breakfast with R&G, P&T staying the night, breakfast this morning, beers with A&M, over to the hardware store for house bits and pieces, fixed the old pushie ready for Monday morning (gave it a roll around the block to make sure it ain’t a death machine), and now gotta style up for date night with the missus (before she pops).


Mayu Kanamori (of brokenbech infamy) is continuing with her relentless exhibition schedule – performing TONIGHT in the work Embedded.

This is last minute notice from Kisim Piksa (terrible, just back and simply trying to catch-up… easier said than done), but I hope any readers here can get along and enjoy this.

Curious Works

Suite 402, 11 Randle St

Surry Hills

Sydney (Australia)

9pm – $10 to get in.


Andrew Quilty has a solo show opening tonight in Paddington, Sydney.

The Mexicans

Seems I’ve just landed back in Orstraya and there’s all sorts of great stuff happening! Quilty has a solo show and a book release of the work… gots ta buy me a copy (somehow).

As if casing the perimeter before entering, my Uncle Mark and I drove across the four US states whose southern borders are shared with Mexico’s north. East from the Californian coast where the name Hernandez is as common as Smith, across Arizona’s Navajo country, the lonely remnants of the folkloric Route 66, the humble highlands of New Mexico and through the acrid whiff of “black-gold” across west Texas. We skimmed the notorious barrier fence and later the majestic Rio Grande – the two dividers, one man-made, the other natural – that have come to symbolise so much.

The term “Mexican” is itself a crude colloquialism worldwide for the unwanted neighbour across the border. I had known it before I’d come, even used it in jest. Inherent vulgarisms like this on top of our chosen route would provide the basis for my preconception; one that had marked me like a stain before I’d even crossed the border from Texas into northern Mexico, but one that would wash off as easily as it had appeared the further from the divide I moved.

I just need to keep repeating myself whenever I refer to a show:



Don’t miss it.

Don’t delay.

Just grab your jacket and get there on Friday night!!!!

Back in Aussie now.

Landed late Thursday into Brisbane night in Brisbane. A 0330 start Friday so I could roll to Canberra with a busted tooth that I’ve been nursing for the last few weeks. Went off to the dentist to get it all checked before it went completely pear shaped.

Though I sat on the tarmac at Canberra airport for some time before being able to rush around because some dude with an excavator ruptured a gas main, evacuating the entire terminal and closing roads…

A ton has happened while I’ve been away.

Of course the death of Bin Laden came as a shock (who would have thought they’d actually get him?!) and covered the news for a few days. The rumour mill got the news to me in South Bougainville with surprising speed.

The deaths of Tim Hetherington and Chris Hondros in Libya were great losses to the photographic community and drive home the real risk of photographing armed conflict (rather than some romantic idea or antiseptic concept).

Blondz (of brokenbench fame) has his magnificent picture on the invitation for the Moran prize exhibition. Big respect to the man. He’s fuckin good at what he does and has a deep commitment to the work he constantly returns to. Can’t say I’m particularly impressed by the winning pic or some of McFarlane’s choices – but that’s simply my own little sordid opinion.

My mother had her graduation ceremony for her clinical masters on Friday – congrats! congrats! congrats!

I’ve returned to a heavily pregnant wife… any delay and I would have been in serious trouble. The change over the last month has been dramatic. Very soon now, only weeks to go!

Canberra is friggin freezing – I’ve gone from 26 degrees @ 6am to -2 degrees @ 6am in the space of 24 hours. Faaaaark. At least our little house has heating in it now… otherwise it would certainly be the death of me.

On the picture front… I’ve got a bag of film to develop (gotta get moving!) and proof. A great trip with some wonderful new things and many familiar faces to keep me grounded and make things feel smooth. It was great to sweat again in that heavy air. We’ll see what comes of it all in the next few weeks.

And now back to your irregularly scheduled programming.