Southbank Arts Precinct
My favourite objects from the Art Fair, in no particular order, but fielding ideas of object, material and making that merge the history of art, the personal and the universal.
@ paul nache
I don't call it a Spoiled Foot even though its a good summary. I call it a rotten foot. Picked up and then discarded, flying like Aphrodite and then based into the brick wall. I come limping home relishing in my attention. I am pain intolerant.
But I am not her, I am the blacksmith potter, waging war in the back waters. Trying my hand at this and that. Turning turning, hiding my limp behind the iron and the fire.
I am only Vulcan, only Vulcan.
My works are self-portraits that address my bodily scarring and the chronic pain. Chronic pain has no biological value, modern medicine cannot reliably treat chronic pain, it lacks both language and voice. The language of my clay making is my attempt to rid my bod of trauma and rescued my level of chronic pain. Catalogue essay by Virgina Leonard.
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