Friday, June 20, 2014

Jack


A portrait of my uncle Jack, taken the day before he returned home to Australia.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

A Sea Memory


 A sea memory, I am quite sure
That it's a memory of the sea.
Not a cloud in the sky, a sharp edged horizon,
Waves surging in endlessly from beyond.
When I saw that vista, it was as if something in my infant
Consciousness awakened from a long dream.
I looked around at my hands and feet.
And then I seemed to be looking down on myself from above.
As if I were there merged into the seascape.
Hiroshi Sugimoto, 'Noh Such thing as Time.' 2002



An unusual beach find of what I believe is a scapular, a religious object Catholics wear as protection and to remind them to pray. It's a sad little object in its own way. Maybe it fell out of a sailors pocket, or someone tossed it out to sea having no more need or belief in it. Even though water got inside the laminated pocket it is perfectly intact. I am not particularly religious but I like to see this find as a good omen although I started to get a bit freaked out when I found this shell with the cross on it that afternoon. It was hard to miss it… 






“Omens were all very well, but sometimes it would help if people just wrote things down.” 

― Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

Graduate Show

I know this is very late and the show has been and gone but here are some images from my graduate show. Finally!
I would like to think that through the thick and thin of it my work turned out to be a success.
The work from across all the disciplines was really good and diverse this year. This graduate show was definitely something for everyone involved in to be proud of.
Below are some photos of my installation. The final efforts of my exploration into ceramics can be seen as well. Putting it all together was exhausting and I still don't think I am over it.
The video pieces of feral mother and daughter were played on small screens placed inside the large central logs. I had to glue each bit of bark, which was removed before cutting into the wood, back around the screens in an effort to merge it into the wood. But really when do you see telly screens growing in trees? I had smaller logs placed around the larger ones to help balance out the space. The logs have my ceramic cones, Kodama's, placed on them. I was amazed they all survived the show. There was only three nails hammered in the wood underneath the cones to give some help to stop them sliding if bumped, but really a wayward handbag or errant child could have easily taken them out with one swift movement. I am very impressed at peoples carefulness. Although I accepted early on that some would not survive the show, I still couldn't take being in the room when a small group of people were walking amongst them. I was also very surprised at how many people lifted them up to find the sound piece's.
Note to some, although it is tempting to touch art, this is really not a good idea in a gallery as you may have to be faced down by some irate gallery assistant. Trust me, they always know the touchers and they will see you before you see them! Take it from me, I have tried..… ahem…. and have also been the irate gallery assistant…

On the walls I tried to hang the ceramic photos in an order I thought would make sense. I grouped the images together forming a narrative. On the right wall are the round ceramic photos, featuring close-ups of flowers and images from my garden. I was lucky enough to have three of these pieces sell.

Its funny, the space I was in for the graduate show was my first year painting studio. Its were I spent many a painful hour pushing myself to the very edge in order to secure myself in the painting department, which I eventually did in the end. Thankfully I saw sense and transferred over to print, by sense I mean crippling self doubt. The experience in that first year painting studio made me resent painting and I haven't painted outside the sketchbook since, even then it has only been a hand full of times over the past few years. Hopefully now I can make amends with and remove the wedge that was placed between me and the paintbrush.
This space was were I started and somehow it seems appropriate that this were I end my four year journey.

Of course it goes without saying that without our technician Pam, Gemma, the artist in residence who so graciously gave her time, and my tutors Des and Kieran, things wouldn't have been hung, wired, cut, or stayed intact in the kiln! I am forever grateful for the endless help and patience and really and truly could not have done it without their help and skills in the finals weeks leading up to the show.
Thank you the Caelan Bristow for lending me the screens, you were a life saver.
 Last but not least special thanks to my tutor Breda for her guidance and support through out the year, to the lovely ladies in the library, Anne and Stephanie for always smiling and putting up with my insane and unending amount of book requests. And of course my friends and parents for their patience and unending support and confidence in my work.

Let this not be an ending but a beginning.

Artists Statement;

My work draws from dreams and memories linking the spiritual, human and animal worlds together with an underlining narrative of innocence and the uncanny. The work arises from the self, drawing from my past, while trying to take control of the present.


‘Nor could I ever after see the world as I had known it. Mixed with the present scene was always a little of the past and a little of the future, and every once-familiar object loomed alien in the new perspective brought by my widened sight. From then on I walked in a fantastic dream of unknown and half-known shapes; and with each new gateway crossed, the less plainly could I recognise the things of the narrow sphere to which I had so long been bound.’ –H.P. Lovecraft, The Book

A lot of this work was greatly inspired by the writer Terry Pratchett and his portrayal of women as witches. His character Granny Weatherwax is someone to aspire to. If you haven't read his books then you are missing out on a good laugh!

For more work please see my web-site, www.emilyrobards.com


Installation Shot


Close-up shots of video screens in wood.


Some of the cones on the smaller logs



Left wall with four A5 ceramic photos






Left of the centre wall. Woodcutters daughter, I & II





Right of the centre wall, the five main ceramic photos which are central to my artists statement.







Right wall with circle ceramics.











My exceptional business card holder found by my mum.


My grandparents checking out my work and trying to figure out what all this contemporary art is really all about.


Mum and me at the opening


4th year printmaking and Contemporary Practice Class of 2014

Unfortunately this photo is missing a few faces but still a great class. You couldn't ask for a better bunch of people to spend four years with. 

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Feral

My two stop-motion videos which are played in the two centre logs in the Degree show.


Feral (Daughter) from Emily Robards on Vimeo.

Feral (mother) from Emily Robards on Vimeo.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Buisness Woman

My lovely new buisiness cards. My mum found this great wood knot that the cards fit perfectly into, very snazzy. Many thanks to my aunt and uncle at Snap Milton who printed them for me!



Last Minute Touches

The last bits and bobs leading up to the degree show, all the taking down, cutting and putting up. It offically opens on Saturday the 31st of May. Hope to see you there.


My desk stripped down to the last bits of paper and unused ceramic.


I cant tell you how many desks, easels and partitions we moved to clear my space and I wish I took a photo before hand. Unfortunetly we could do nothing about the floor but alot os filler, sanding and three coats of paint did the trick for the wall.




Using the drimmel to fine down the edges and touch up the decals.


Attaching the wood to hang the ceramics.


Our technician Pam sorting the electrics for me.


Trying to organize the order to hang the ceramics.


So the wood needed to be drilled into even more! Poor Des was covered in sawdust, as was everything else! I needed the plugs to be hidden so they had to placed inside the bottom of the wood.


Getting ready for assesment