Monday, February 06, 2017

PORNO Reinterpreted

Photograph of Zhitian Zhang by Zhitian Zhang, wearing the t-shirt from my PORNO exhibition in 2008. It was given to him recently by a stranger after he admired the t-shirt she was wearing – she is V., a Melbourne-based collector of my work. I love random acts of kindness and generosity. And I love the idea of men and women of different ages and backgrounds walking around (and doing cool photoshoots) in my PORNO tee.

Sunday, February 05, 2017

The Little Things

After I finished Study for Refined Face, Career Babe series (previous post), I made a card using the palette of colours that I custom-mixed for the artwork. I folded the watercolour paper in half and sewed watermarked writing paper inside. Then I wrote to J – to whom the artwork will be given – about her painting and my Career Babe series. On the last page I signed my name and left a space for CM, the commissioning collector, to sign his. The card and a label for the back of the frame were included with the artwork when it was sent overseas.


Study for Refined Face

A collector from Los Angeles emailed a few weeks ago. He has one of my very early enamels and wanted to give one of my works to a woman who's played a significant role in his career. I suggested Study for Refined Face, Career Babe series and emailed a small selection of digital studies with varying colours. We talked more about the artwork and the woman to whom he's giving it, then chose the final version together. I painted it in gouache on paper over the next week. Some days I worked in the air-conditioned conference room at the industrial facility. When it wasn't too humid, I worked at home in my bedroom-study-studio.

Every few days, I emailed progress photographs to the commissioning collector. I think of it as a virtual studio visit. I've included around a third of them below. When the artwork was finished I wrapped it in archival tissue, flat-packed it in corrugated plastic and send it by courier from Australia to Califonia. It arrived in a few days.

After production issues with the last of my large enamels and health problems that took a long time to resolve it was an extraordinary relief – and pleasure – to once again be able to create an artwork, deliver it on schedule and make it an enjoyable, meaningful process for everyone involved.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Acknowledging An Abhorrent Truth

While reading my earlier blog posts as research for a new entry, I noticed references to John Buckley, former art consultant and gallerist, former director of Institute of Modern Art, former director of Australian Centre for Contemporary Art and a former teacher and housemaster at Geelong Grammar. I knew John Buckley briefly, in 2004. I was represented by his gallery for a few months and left after my first solo exhibition there. I haven't seen him since. However I mentioned him here several times, in passing or in recognition of his accomplishments in the arts.

As part of my return to the world I am updating my overview of past associates and new art. I clicked a link to the John Buckley gallery to see what he was showing now. But the website no longer existed. I thought the gallery name may have changed, so I googled "John Buckley art Melbourne".

T
he title of the first article on the page read Famous art dealer abused boys when he was a teacher at Geelong Grammar. It was written in July, 2015.
John Buckley had been found guilty of paedophilia. In September 2015 he was sentenced to seven and a half years in jail for thirteen charges of child abuse while he was a teacher. He also pleaded guilty to possessing child pornography relating to 96 photographs of the boys. He is currently in prison and will serve his sentence in protective custody.

I have no sympathy for John. I condemn his actions absolutely.

I feel compelled to address the fact that I have previously written about him in a positive light. It is very difficult to reconcile that someone's abhorrent personal actions exist parallel to their significant career accomplishments. It is also important to acknowledge that accomplishments do not absolve anyone of their crimes.

Although I am revulsed, I see no benefit in deleting my past mentions of John Buckley or the record of my exhibition at his gallery. Attempting to erase a past association would be disingenuous. I can't help but think of how someone he abused may feel if they saw a record of his great reputation in the arts here with no mention of his crimes. Or if they had read my mentions of him or his art career before, then discovered I had erased them with no explanation. I believe it is appropriate to acknowledge John's criminal convictions here, in the same archive where I previously mentioned his career accomplishments.

Above all, my heart and thoughts are with the survivors of John Buckley's abuse.

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Poster No. 1

I wasn't thinking about accessible art when I made a DIY Grab Your Future by The Pussy! poster, printed at my local office supplies shop. I designed it for myself because I wanted a provocative, inciting mantra to hang above the desk where I work. It's a female alternative to 'grab life by the balls'.

The idea evolved after my best friend and unexpected muse Adam – a
long-serving military veteran with whom I often talk strategy and power – sent me this cartoon of Trump grabbing the Statue of Liberty by the pussy. I don't know who the artist is, but they're good. The image made me think more on liberty, women's rights (and responsibilities), autonomy over our bodies and freedom of choice. And, of course, the problematic and now-globally-known phrase 'grab by the pussy'. I wanted to shift the meaning of the phrase from invasive and threatening to defiant, humorous and above all pro-active. Regardless of who holds political power.

I was surprised by the strong, positive reaction to my poster – from both men and women.
I realised that text-based, high quality, 'autographed' posters are a way to make a print series that is conceptually strong (rather than just a reproduction of other work) and widely accessible. They're a solution to an idea I've thought about for over a decade.

So, i
n
response to requests, I had Grab Your Future by The Pussy!
made by a specialist company as an unlimited edition of A2 size posters
, digitally printed on premium photo gloss
255gsm paper with black lettering and a white background. My signature and the year are hand-written on each using a Posca acrylic paint pen in black or pink.

My posters are $A99 (Australian dollars) each. Single shipping is
via DHL courier: $A25 within Australia, $A45 to all international locations, with estimated arrival before two weeks. Posters are wrapped in archival tissue and a plastic sleeve, packed with care in a cardboard tube and shipped via courier to ensure they arrive in excellent condition. If you would like to receive your order faster or before a specific date please let me know. Shipping for large orders will be quoted individually.

Pricing covers production, packing, shipping, administration, GST (within Australia) and a very small profit marginmy posters are as inexpensive and accessible as my work is ever going to get. The price does not include taxes and duties on arrival for international orders, or insurance on shipping (though the latter can be arranged on request).

If you are interested in one (or more) of my posters, please email me at dooneystudio@gmail.com.
The cut-off order date for posters to arrive before Christmas is Thursday 15 December.


Over time, I will add new posters to this series. However please note that these works
should be bought for love, not investment. They will look beautiful framed or cool pinned to the wall and I hope they'll incite and energise you as they do me. But they will not increase in value over the years in the same way as my other artworks. Please also note that – aside from one limited edition etching in 2001 that sold out long agothese posters will be my only series of prints. In addition to the ongoing Dooney Lives series, my primary focus from next year onwards will be large paintings and installations, with smaller one-off studies made during the creative process.
Above: Examples of Grab Your Future By The Pussy! posters in my studio, signed and dated in pink and black acrylic paint pen. Each poster is A2 size: 42 x 59.4cm (16.53 x 23.38 inches).

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Inside Out

Candid snapshot, taken yesterday. It's out of focus (except for the bookshelf) but aside from having more defined smile lines around my eyes, it's an accurate depiction of me now – in a private, unguarded moment with a friend.

I haven't posted many photos of myself recently because they're not relevant to my current work. I also wanted more time to heal in private. However I'm aware that people wonder how I am, given that I still go to the private psychiatric hospital for maintenance treatment.

In layman's terms I'm still crazy. I am not symptom free and it's unlikely I ever will be. Yet my psychiatrist describes me as being in 'partial remission'. It means that although I still experience symptoms of bipolar and comorbidities I have enough insight to manage them (most of the time). I do so with skills and strategies I've learned over the years, ongoing assistance from psychiatric specialists and periods of respite in hospital. It's a delicate balance. It will still take months, perhaps another year, to rebuild my physical strength after muscle atrophy caused by a long-lasting dystonic reaction. But I am making progress.

Saturday, December 03, 2016

A Lo-Res Letter, Exhibited

My series of digital ephemera, titled A Lo-Res Letter To You, will be included in the forthcoming exhibition Curtain Call, 1000 2000s S.O.A.P at Blindside artist run initiative in Melbourne. The exhibition is curated by State of Art Platform [S.O.A.P.].

The curatorial aim of the exhibition is "to examine the channels of exchange between artist and institution".


My artwork bypasses the institution to reach viewers directly.
A Lo-Res Letter To You explores DIY artistic production and direct dissemination using accessible tools: social media apps, a basic smartphone and internet connection. The flyer was made using an eight-year-old digital camera, cheap scanner, borrowed digital imaging software and an office supplies store print-shop.

As usual, my ongoing series A Lo-Res Letter To You is available to view via Snapchat and Instagram Stories. From Wednesday 7th to Saturday 17th December, images will be created specifically for the exhibition. My 'physical' contribution to the show is a stack of fliers with details of the exhibition and information on how to view the series. The fliers will be displayed on a plinth in the gallery for viewers to take. They are also being distributed in inner city areas of Melbourne this weekend.


Curtain Call, 1000 2000s S.O.A.P
runs from 7th to 17th December. Opening night is at 6 to 8pm on Thursday 8th December at Blindside, Level 7, Room 14, Nicholas Building, 37 Swanston Street, Melbourne CBD.

Above: Fliers for
A Lo-Res Letter To You, 7 - 17 December, 2016.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Young Women To the Front

Since I re-engaged with social media this year, I've noticed young women are taking photographs of themselves (and each other) in front of Ten Dicta For Young Women Who Are Artists. Sometimes they tag me on Instagram and Twitter. Or I stumble on the photographs by accident. It means a lot to me that my words continue to resonate with the audience for my work – especially the next generation of women.

Above: photograph courtesy of Jessie Norman

Sunday, November 27, 2016

He's The Man

With Robert Doyle, the Right Honourable Lord Mayor of Melbourne, after the completion of Ten Dicta For Young Women Who Are Artists in 2013.

The Lord Mayor contacted me after reading Art Matters, a blog entry about the importance of public art, critiquing the "tedious, disinterested bureaucratic processes" of local government and urging a direct connection between artists and officials.

I cannot speak highly enough about my experience of working with the Lord Mayor on my first public artwork. The administration for the project was comprehensive yet efficient. He trusted my creative decisions absolutely, he seems to have an innate understanding of artists and was engaging, respectful and gracious – including to my very young, punk, somewhat starstruck Project Assistant, Kirsten. He even had the good humour to pose for this photo.

In short, Lord Mayor Robert Doyle made Ten Dicta happen, and he ensured that the process of creating and installing a public artwork for the City of Melbourne a great experience.


Ten Dicta For Young Women Who Are Artists
is at Royal Lane, 231 – 233 Bourke Street, Melbourne CBD.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

The Women Behind Ten Dicta

It may seem that Ten Dicta For Young Women Who Are Artists was installed with only two painters and my assistant Kirsten. But there are always people working hard behind the scenes. Without them, pulling off any project of significant size would be impossible.

In this instance, everyone working behind the scenes was a woman – each of them
intelligent, talented, experienced, efficient, passionate and dedicated. They resolved every issue with grit and grace so the project could be pulled off flawlessly, on a tight schedule.

After I left Melbourne I printed a photograph of us onto watercolour paper, made it into thank you cards and sent one to each woman.
I was never sure how to publicly credit and adequately thank the women behind Ten Dicta For Young Women Who Are Artists because their roles are discrete. I remain unsure of the protocols but I am keen to create a record of their work on this project.


Above, from left to right: Sarah Ritchie,
artist and Public Art Program Project Coordinator, ‎Arts and Culture, City of Melbourne; Jane Crawley, Manager of Arts Melbourne, City of Melbourne; Shelley Blake, Marketing Manager, Arts House, City of Melbourne; me; Kirsten George, artist and Project Assistant; and Shona Johnson, Team Leader, Arts Programs, Arts and Culture Branch, City of Melbourne. Not pictured, camera-averse Brock Brocklesby, Project Manager, Megafun; and Michaela Coventry, then General Manager of Megafun. It was a pleasure to work with you all. Thank you for your unwavering commitment, enthusiasm and tolerance while I learned on my feet. And thank you for showing me by example how to work together as a team – especially as a team of women.

Ten Dicta For Young Women Who Are Artists
is at
Royal Lane, 231 – 233 Bourke Street, Melbourne CBD.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Three Years of Ten Dicta....


This month marks the third anniversary of the installation of
Ten Dicta For Young Women Who Are Artists
at Royal Lane, 231 – 233 Bourke Street, Melbourne CBD. Ten Dicta... is the first large-scale public artwork I have ever undertaken, as well as the first derived directly from my own published non-fiction writing. It was commissioned for the City of Melbourne by Robert Doyle, the Right Honourable Lord Mayor.

During the installation of the artwork I used Twitter to create an abbreviated diary of the process. The following is a lightly edited collation of my 140-character-notes.


30 October, Melbourne

I met Robert Doyle, Melbourne's Lord Mayor, yesterday. We sat and talked in his office. Before I left I signed his guest book. Boris Johnson's signature was at the top of the page.

1 November, Brisbane
I always wanted to make big artworks the size of external walls. Permanent art, not street art. Finally, I'm getting my chance. I wake at 6am to work on logistics for my mural and do more research. A few intense hours later and I've solved the potential problems. I'm less fazed by them than I used to be. I guess it's an upside of my perfect storm of madness, bankruptcy and the death of my father.

5 November, Brisbane
I book flights and a hotel for my two-week stay in Melbourne. I'm bringing Kirsten. It's her first time in the city. When I met the councillors I told them my assistant is a petite punk. They were silent but looked pleased. I suspect that deep down everyone loves rebellion.

6 November, Brisbane
Late at night I exchange texts with Kirsten about work. My studio has never had standard hours and everyone who works with me understands.

9 November, Brisbane
I buy more test pots of paint to work out an exact shade of grey for the mural. A paint company's description of grey: Trojan, Stack, Gunsmoke, Scarpa Flow and Silver Chalice.

18 November, Brisbane
Doris Lessing died yesterday. No other writer affected and shaped me like her. My favourite collection of short stories by Doris Lessing is A Man and Two Women. I read an essay by Suzuko Mamoto on sexual freedom and psychological independence in Doris Lessing's short stories. It's titled Doris Lessing: A Review of Four Key Short Stories from the 1960s. This sentence resonates with me: "If women seek psychological independence, it is more important for them to establish their own identity than to have sexual freedom."

Later, I print out full size letters for my mural. They'll be used as templates during the layout. My elderly whippet, Cairo, has had enough of being my companion on late nights at the studio. He retreats to sleep in the car.


19 November, Brisbane / Melbourne
Sleep eludes me. I catch a few hours between tweaking the layout of my mural and poring over logistics. Then it's time to go to the airport. I travel light: a North Face duffel full of lots of equipment and a few clothes, my laptop bag stuffed with the same. Early morning in the transit lounge, I'm still refining the mural layout. I seat Kirsten between me and other people and spend the flight making notes.

On the way from the airport to the city, the taxi drives under Melbourne International Gateway. It's a sculpture made up of a row of 39 red steel beams and a 70 metre yellow beam at a 30 degree angle over the road like a boom gate frozen at half open. We check into the serviced apartment and immediately set up for work.

In the afternoon we walk to the site and I check the wall. It's clean, with a fresh tag. I like an opportunist. Besides, my primer-sealer-undercoat-stainblocker covers everything. My very early work was influenced by graffiti writing, among other things. But nothing I do could be considered graffiti or street art.


20 November, Melbourne
We arrive on site early. Night workers ending their shifts drive past, singing along to Don't Worry Be Happy, by Bobby McFeririn.

I want to make bigger works, faster. So instead of painting I focus on managing the mural project. I'm fortunate to have found a great crew. Between them, Martin Boyle and Bernard Heuvel have 85 years experience in traditional sign writing. They will paint most of the mural. Carla Gottgens films the mural progress from across the street as the undercoat-primer-stain blocker is applied.


I set up a contemporary artist's portable office: milk crate and laptop. I write while the first coat of black is painted. I can tell by the way Martin holds a brush that he knows how to paint well. It's like an extension of his fingers.

21 November, Melbourne
At Council House I take the elevator to the arts section so I can recharge my computer and smartphone. The councillors find me a desk and power points, show me the kitchen and bathrooms and return to their work. The soundtrack to the arts floor of Council House is a soft cacophony of voices, phones and email alerts. Kirsten sends me photo updates of the mural progress while I'm not on site.

The painters leave for the day and we hang around after the first coat of black is finished so that no-one touches the wet paint.

Back at the serviced apartment I work for a couple of hours
. We walk a block away to eat home-style Italian and drink granitas at a long table in the kitchen of Pellegrini's on Bourke Street. I've missed being around Italians. I love their hot-blooded way of doing everything, including making food.

Late at night
Kirsten files receipts at her desk as I finally abandon mine.

22 November, Melbourne
I've spent the last few days focussing on nothing but the mural. All key decisions about executing it are made during this stage of production. Three coats of black later, the surface of the wall is ready. Martin and Bernie mark the wall with chalk lines for more text.

Painting the words for my mural has begun, but it's only the first coat. The shape of the letters will be further refined during final stages of painting. In the evening I read the City of Melbourne's Press Release for my mural, titled Art as advice: Ten Dicta for Young Women Who Are Artists. I came to Melbourne as a young artist to prove myself. It's fitting to return here to install the first of my mature works.


24 November, Melbourne
The painters Martin and Bernie joke that my mural is titled Ten Dicta... because I am a dictator. We laugh because it's true. My studio is never a democracy. It's a benign dictatorship. Making all of the decisions (especially creative decisions) is my job.

A few people have asked why I don't have women painting my mural. Feminism doesn't mean excluding men. I wanted the best, most experienced painters to work with me on this project. Not many women would have begun sign writing 40 years ago. I am mercenary when it comes to my work. I care only that artisans have the fine skills needed and will work to my requirements. The most experienced artisans are primarily men. It's up to women to change that, now that we have the opportunities to do so.

I lean on the gutter, adapting my layout drawings as the install progresses. Through the day I talk often with Martin, who's leading the paint team. We discuss all potential changes before painting.

It starts raining. Martin holds a sheet of corrugated plastic above the lettering he just finished to protect the paint as it dries. Kirsten takes refuge from the Melbourne weather in the back of the painting van.


The first two of my Ten Dicta For Young Women Who Are Artists are up. I walk to a bookstore and pick up a copy of The Best Australian Essays 2013, published by Black Inc. It features my essay, Broken. It's strange to see my name on the Contents page alongside authors I studied at school.

25 November, Melbourne
More of my Ten Dicta For Young Women Who Are Artists are up. Women are beginning to respond to my mural. They stop and smile or call out to me. We are bonded, even at a distance, by shared experience. Young men also stop. A musician tells me which dicta resonate with him and why. He looks visibly moved. I don't know why I am surprised. Others stop to exclaim at Martin and Bernie's painting technique. It's smooth and fast with crisp hard edges. I'm asked if I will paint my signature. No. I don't need to claim my own work or prove my painting skills. I've done both already.

The painters and I are still adapting my mural design for the surface of the wall. For now, I need to focus on the last section of text.

Each day more people come to watch the mural in progress. I'm trying to keep the crowd to a minimum while we work.

30 November, Melbourne
I work on the layout with Martin, adjusting spacing so the text won't be intersected by gaps where windows used to be. We use pre-cut letters (kept in a bucket), white chinagraph and a tape measure. I love watching Martin and Bernie's brush skills in action.

The final text and my signature – based on my handwriting – are laid out by tracing using chalk. I like the residue it leaves behind. Bernie paints the first coat of the signature. I paint the top coat and nuances. My name is painted hard-edged and pseudo-loose with painstakingly applied drip-marks.

We wash the guiding lines of chalk and chinagraph of the wall with mild, soapy water. Then rinse. It's taken ten days of solid work by the whole crew to install the mural. I could never have done it alone.

Late at night, anti-graffiti coating is applied to the finished artwork. It's milky when wet but dries clear. I fool around taking photos with a slow shutter speed while the clear top-coat dries.

1 December, Melbourne
My sincere thanks to Robert Doyle, the Right Honourable Lord Mayor of Melbourne, and everyone involved in organising and installing Ten Dicta For Young Women Artists. You were the perfect crew. Special thanks to Martin Boyle of Flair For Signs and Bernard Heuvel for their highly skilled work on my mural. You can see more examples of Martin hand-painted signwriting at @flairforsigns on Instagram. My entire mural was hand painted. No stencils, no spray paint. Just rollers for the background and brushes for the text.

All you need to make a movie is a girl and a gun.
― Jean-Luc Godard (But a girl with a paint brush is better.)

Women should take note - the writing's on the wall, an article by Chris Johnston, is on page three of The Sunday Age, with a photo by Angela Wylie. I'm thrilled that the article was printed among "news" rather than the art pages. It means it will reach more readers. It was also published in the Canberra Times and Brisbane Times.


2 December, Melbourne
I walked by the mural this morning to see fresh tags. I'm unfazed. It's protected with anti-graffiti coating and will be cleaned regularly. After having instructed others to "break the rules" I can't complain when they do, even if it's by tagging my mural.

3 December, Melbourne
My mural is now pristine again (thanks to Melbourne City Council, who will be maintaining it). We see a mother taking a photograph of her son in front of "Break the rules." I love it.

For our last afternoon I am Kirsten's assistant as she adds to Melbourne's laneway street art. I don't want to leave. But we pack our bags and catch a taxi to the airport anyway. I pick up a copy of Keith Richard's biography, Life. Kirsten reads and I work as we wait for our flight. The end of one journey, beginning of another.

In memory of Bernard Heuvel, 1942 - 2016. I only knew Bernie for ten days but I remember him vividly. He was smart, funny, intense, hot-tempered, kind and an extraordinarily skilled painter. It was a privilege to work with him.