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2010-02-26T18:35:00.000-08:00

2010-02-24T22:17:00.000-08:00

2010-02-21T01:48:00.000-08:00

After we'd been talking for a while the man told us how his water tank had been melted:
the fire had come down the ridge, he saw a Lyrebird running through his farm, but then he had to go inside because he couldnt breathe the air was thick with smoke, he had to push through.
'...the tank was only a quarter full with water, so it melted from the top down to where the water was.'
This all comes back, maybe we should never have evolved. the air was rich with the stench of animals caught by the flames for a month after. The man had not seen butterflies or birds for a long time, but after some rain they appeared on the wind one morning, coming to reclaim their country bend down the new flowers as they clung to them.

thenoonseries

2010-02-19T05:38:00.000-08:00

chair

2010-02-18T23:22:00.000-08:00

my new quill

2010-02-18T23:18:00.000-08:00

TV

2010-02-18T22:59:00.000-08:00

Noon in Brunswick

2010-02-06T20:41:00.000-08:00

Just glanced up and it was noon. I made a mad dash for the camera. I only had a minute.
Deb

noonseries...

2010-02-06T17:27:00.000-08:00

A memory map recording my walk from one site to the next as part of 'House Project' in the Honmura district. The project involves restoration of old houses and buildings, spaces into new exhibition sites.

around noon.
February 5th 2010.

From Naoshima, Japan.

Walking around.

Noon.
February 6th 2010.

From Japan.

noonseries...

2010-02-06T17:02:00.000-08:00

traveling across to Naoshima island.
approaching 12 noon.
on 4th of February 2010.

From Kagawa, Japan.

noonseries

2010-02-03T20:52:00.000-08:00

whiteout, acrylic paint on found newspaper image {becc}

The Noon Series

2010-01-31T22:16:00.000-08:00

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On the run in Tasmania-

Just beyond the road the hills fall bare, the land is stark and blackened; only a few butchered man-ferns grow here. The diversity that flourishes in the buffer between this coup and the road, hiding the evidence of their greed from passing eyes, will never be regained...napalm is not just a thing of war. The paradise of old is now only that of imagination, with even the landscape of the mind beginning to crack and disappear, dissolving with the gradual crystallization in the world's mind of our current and accelerating reality.

2010-01-31T17:54:00.000-08:00

thenoondayseries...where the sun rises

2010-01-28T17:33:00.000-08:00

Rocks (collected at 12.35pm on 28th of November 2009 from the river where the water is clear and cold, and where the hawks fly above) assembled atop a found image of a ceramic piece.

from Kochi, Japan.

Looking into the "mirror pond" that surrounds the Golden Pavillion (Kinkakuji) on the 17th of January 2010.

The air is brisk.

My fingers are freezing.

My breath is white.

from Kyoto, Japan.

thenoonseries

2010-01-28T16:50:00.000-08:00

collage, acrylic, modeling compound on found image

whiteout, modeling compound, blackboard paint on paper

TTV photograph

Dreaming of a colder place (snow) looking back & forward & putting things together. {Becc}

thenoonseries-fromfurthernorth

2010-01-28T12:45:00.000-08:00

noon series..........brunswick and the beach

2010-01-25T19:38:00.000-08:00

These photos were taken in the last week or two and printed onto inked up stonehedge paper.

debx

the noon series.

2010-01-18T21:59:00.000-08:00

summer project--

in the nature of summer time, members of the dud, have been scattered near and far- few are in the same city at the same time.
so in an attempt to bring us all closer together, dud members have began their first project for the year- hand made, home made postcards, capturing what we are doing at 12 pm on any given day of the week.

stay tuned for visual updates from as far as, berlin, japan and the inner north suburbs of melbourne.
x

summer .d u d. project

2010-01-11T13:49:00.000-08:00

T H E N O O N S E R I E S

welcome to the year of the tiger, and the dud's latest project-
the noon series.

due to the sprawling nature of summer activites, which takes us all over, we are attempting to bring us all closer together, with our latest project, inthe form of postcards.
these shall be made once or twice weekly, and sent, from various locations, around aust and abroad, capturing our individual, near and far, 12 pm happenings, on any given day.

stay tuned for man-made images from: berlin, japan, western australia, and the inner north melbourne suburbs.

Blossoms & Vessels

2009-12-11T22:54:00.000-08:00

This is earlier in the year.

The branches were part of a group exhibition with two of the cultist members "Stories Told" at RMIT FirstSite Gallery.

The flexibility and adaptability of my work is the focus in my art practice. In the exhibition, the branches were installed directly from the drilled holes in the walls. Here, using the cabinet, I wanted to 'contain' my work within this space. R.

Mapping it out

2009-12-11T22:15:00.000-08:00

Installation piece created back in November.
The idea was and is to create a map of the studio space (site specific) using both found, bought, made 'things' that are constructed together to produce chaotic cohesion. R.

NEW COLLECTABLES AUCTION 2009:

2009-12-10T03:52:00.000-08:00

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The annual RMIT Union Arts "New Collectables" auction has come and gone. The night is known as a wonderful showcase of art produced by RMIT students, and 2009 was no exception. The bidding was slow, not just to begin with, but all night; the crowd was dampened by the heavy rain outside, and undoubtedly many prospective bidders were perturbed by the dark stormy afternoon, and of course the gone but not forgotten Global Financial Crisis.
A great many of the works were unfortunately passed in by the auctioneer, and those that did sell did not soar to great heights. One unremarkable oil painting depicting the head of a man with an outpouring of red liquid from his mouth topped the bidding for the night fetching over $400.
Many stunning pieces from the Drawing department did not sell, and in the area of gold and Silversmithing the pieces barely made enough to cover the costs of their precious materials, let alone enough to pay the rent or buy a Meredith ticket. this was in part due to a lack of 'auctioneer zeal', with the man holding the hammer, clad in gold sequin jacket, undoubtedly put out by the small and unenthusiastic audience, his nerves were palpable.
The night however was an overall success, and an opportunity for RMIT students to display their work to the public in a professional environment.

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2009-12-10T03:46:00.000-08:00

Morland City Council Public Works: Art on Site

2009-12-09T18:00:00.000-08:00

Hello there, I have just been to a launch of the Public Works: Art on Site initiative proposed by Moreland Council's Art and Culture Unit. The council will commission artists to design and create works that relate to the council public and capital works. These artworks will be temporary and site specific. Artists could work with materials such as witches hats, safety webbing, plastic bollards, scaffolding, signage, posters, road resurfacing, electronic signage, wheelie bins etc...anything that relates to councils public and capital works...

There is money available for the projects and of course a selection criteria! If anyone is interested contact Dan Mitchell on 9240 1171 or dmithchell@moreland.vic.gov.au

Cheers
Deb

2009-12-07T16:07:00.000-08:00

New Collectables:

2009-12-07T01:15:00.000-08:00

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To let everyone know about the "New Collectables" art auction of RMIT students work available at affordable prices at the very beginning of their careers, held at RMIT First Site gallery THIS Thursday 10th December.

Come along and bring your family and friends, fill your lives with joy, and support young artists.

ALL money goes to the artists.

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2009-11-08T16:33:00.000-08:00

2009-10-18T23:40:00.000-07:00

2009-10-18T23:27:00.000-07:00

I'm toiling away with the clipper tool, feeling like a hair dresser. I'm almost ready to print onto A3 280 gsm. I'll be interested to see what it looks like.
deb

2009-10-12T21:45:00.000-07:00

i decided to break the convention of visuals, with a short story. hope you think its alright.
-ally

2009-10-12T21:43:00.000-07:00

I think a lot about the best way to have a funeral. I’m not into the funeral parlor ones, no-oh, I won’t have any Stanley Stegles & sons hand my kids tissue boxes, hunching in suits of condolences, in their cheap shiny leather shoes, standing on their crappy lino, exuding their wafts of grey grey grey.

I like the stranger ones, the self-made rituals, like everybody I know, on a hill, piling small coloured stones atop of my body, until it can’t be seen anymore; it becomes just a mound of little rocks, all different colours. Then everyone just walks away. Letting the sands of my bones mingle with stone. I’d like that. I also like the idea of it being everyone I know, not just my children and my partner, but also the Indian student who works late nights at the service station on the corner of my street and always asks me “how’s your wife?” (she’s not my wife), or my accountant, who will never accept my offer of some sort of refreshment when he’s in my home, as if by refusing it he is politely letting me know, he can’t stand to relax in my presence, because he can’t possibly consider me to be someone who knows him or has a cordial relationship to him. And so, every time, I offer, he refuses, I feel rejected, he looks smug and awkward, and then we continue to plunder the taxation system for all its worth.

Did you have to buy a new pair of work shoes this year? No. Yes, you did.

I like the idea of him pressing his rock down into my hardened flesh a little deeper, than how my children did, pressing down, softly and unconsciously clenching his jaw, and in that brief moment, he is absolved of all his awkward, envious, falsely passive aggression which cages him in his every moment, and so in that passing few seconds, he is emboldened, he feels strength in his limbs, he feels purposeful. And then he walks away (without looking back)

2009-10-12T19:34:00.000-07:00

dear reader,
i'd like to take this opportunity (i think its quite fitting as my first official post) to express my adoration for the work of louise bourgeois.

I very recently, aquired a copy of louise bourgeouis by phiadon, (gosh they're a go-gettin bunch.what a range.ah i want i want!).
sometimes i really wonder about these art books which verge on coffee table books. (My overtly anxious and pathetic side frets, "did i buy this to be cool? if so, does this mean im hip, and down with it? it doesnt, does it??")
But nevertheless, i am attracted to these gloriously well printed publications, with their rare photos + insightful interviews (ive taken to referring to them as my "textbooks" in my head. takes the edge off them)

Here is a particular favourite insight i gleaned from within its pages:
(louise had just declared to the interviewer, that it one of her jobs to wind all the clocks in her house)
You always pay attention to small details, and from there you draw major conclusions, so i would simply like to ask, why is winding the clocks back so important to you?

"Because to rewind is to make a spiral. And the action demonstrates that even though time is unlimited, there is a limit to how much you put on it. As you tighten the spiral you must take care.If you tighten too much you risk breaking it. The spiral is a metaphor of consistancy. I am consistant in my spiral."

i like to imagine louise on a ladder, slowly winding a grandfather clock.

thank you for reading.
ally

2009-10-04T03:39:00.000-07:00

2009-09-27T23:54:00.001-07:00

i particularly like your finger in the bottom of the frame... nice x

2009-09-27T23:50:00.001-07:00

a thousand steps

2009-09-27T23:45:00.000-07:00

In response to the "110 kilos of sand", I would like to present this piece of work...earlier this year.

1000 bowls-vessels...

110 kilos of sand

2009-09-20T23:46:00.000-07:00

2009-09-14T14:36:00.000-07:00

some dud cultists went for a little day trip to the Promontory to adventure and create some things...see below for our wild storm walk....joy!
eugey

Note: Isadora's look of amazement.

little trip to the Prom.

2009-09-14T14:35:00.000-07:00

2009-09-03T22:57:00.000-07:00

i've just been getting excited about the possibilities of a wacom tablet and photoshop here is one of the images iv'e been working on. i've done a few others if you want to have a look click the image.
HZH

2009-09-03T01:02:00.000-07:00

I am trying to make sense of my over whelming desire to use templates and have been cutting away into lovely packing felt, a nice change to the very tacky spongy stuff I was using earlier.
This template might turn into a drawing or an outfit or both.
Deb

2009-09-02T04:50:00.000-07:00

2009-08-29T06:04:00.000-07:00

oh just joy please

2009-08-29T05:54:00.000-07:00

2009-08-20T18:30:00.000-07:00

So Yo ,

Attended a lecture at Melbourne university given by Barbra Bolt, artist and VCA lecturer, about Heidegger's essay Being and Time and her interpretation of his theory's, in particular in relation to tool analysis and the impact this has for her practise. breaking down how we experience reality before we try to organize it according to our own worlds, the notion that practical behavior creates its own sight and that ideas, in relation to the artist, are found through doing, by being-in-the-world.i found the references to living through habit very relevant in relation to drawing, the practice of seeing rather than knowing. the idea that by dealing with the nature of the world the world begins to unveil itself.

'We live in an instrumentalist world', that we USE in order to... rather than we interact with, materials, that instead of entering into a skill set and relationship with our practise, we as artist are concerned with a mastery over our practise and that this is a foolish and naive way to interpret the practise of art making.

"The more we handle it the more original our relation ship is too it".

i felt intrigued but mildly disappointed by her lack of structure and seeming desire to discuss things as a philosopher rather than as an artist.

there we a few dud attendees, that was heartening, unfortunately one of them spent most of the time nodding off and then lamely attempting to draw the video camera recording the lecture in order to keep themselves awake.

there is another free lecture at Melbourne in a few weeks about Michel Foucault that may be of interest.

2009-08-20T01:09:00.000-07:00

Hello there, just horsing around with the mac. Love the blue idea we were chatting about in the mini corridor. My blue nail polish collection could definitely feature! Upload piccies later, ciao
The D.U.D Cult

2009-08-19T06:18:00.000-07:00

induction ceremony--

2009-07-29T18:23:00.000-07:00

the D.U.D cult, is puttin' on it's good duds + heading down to the nearest water hole, to dunk it's magnificent head in the sanctifying currents. you too can be a D.U.D worshiper.... just keep your eyes on the skies....

there's more to come.