Albany residency - Harbour panorama (2015)

The matter of mutual memory …


Twenty years ago my Father was killed fighting a bushfire on the neighbour's farm. It was a bad death. Suddenly he was gone. There were no farewells. My youngest brother was driving the utility that he fell off; my sister and brother-in-law the ambulance that found him. There was grief and guilt. We were traumatised. In the week following, as we waited out the autopsy, my mother, four siblings and I sat around the dining table and told stories, sometimes for several hours at a time. With this came the realisation that we had not only lost the towering, pivotal figure in our lives, but also our chief storyteller, and his memories. No longer were we going to hear, "Do you remember old Clem? He used to live..." With our own storytelling we sought to join individual, fragmented memories, and make them into a collective whole, not only to re-establish our links with one another but also to give us a sense of continuity with which to move forward. Our memories helped to heal us.[1]

My Honour’s exegesis began with this statement that still holds true. Only now, there is added resonance. Recently, my aged Mother eked out life after a major stroke, and eventually could no longer remember my Father, her life-long love.[2] Memory today seems doubly important to who we are.[3]

In my art practice, I have long focused on personal, family memories and on a deeply held knowledge of the natural materials and familiar locations caught up in those stories. I have grappled with the questions ‘How is memory informed by place and time?’ and ‘How does memory contribute to the way I understand myself?’

From familial people and places, there was a natural progression to examine unfamiliar relationships. In order to explore different possibilities, the studio component of the Master’s degree was structured around four art residency programs - at Guildford Grammar School in Perth, at Mullewa in the mid-west of Western Australia, Albany in the south-west of Western Australia, and finally in Mildura, Victoria. In these places, three key concepts informed the art practice: collective memory, place and collaboration.

This exhibition showcases the direct, active and intuitive encounters that were at the core of the four residencies.

[1] Valdene Diprose, "The Matter of Memory - Honour's Exegesis," (University of Western Australia, 2013).

[2] Luis Buñuel suggests we only have to lose our memory in “bits and pieces to realise that memory is what makes our lives.” cited in Andreas Huyssen, Present Pasts: Urban Palimpsests and the Politics of Memory (Stanford California: Stanford University Press, 2003). 120-1.

[3] Allan Megill, Historical Knowledge, Historical Error: A Contemporary Guide to Practice (Chicago and London: University of Chicago Press 2007). 43. Megill suggests that Alzheimer’s disease is the most dreaded of all “health horrors”.

The Thompson vine, 2015,   36 rectangles, each approx. 345 x 365 mm, frottage, bark and coloured pencil on canvas

Mildura residency - at the Wilkinsons

This 110-year-old Thompson (sultana) vine is the sole survivor of the first vines grown on the Wilkinson’s block at Nichols Point. Planted by the present owner’s great-great grandfather Tom Wilkinson around 1905, the vine still produces prolifically, even though much of its trunk has been eaten out by white ants.

  (In conversation with Paul Wilkinson, July 2015) 

The Thompson vine, 2015, 36 rectangles, each approx. 345 x 365 mm, frottage, bark and coloured pencil on canvas

Mildura residency - at the Wilkinsons

Dip tins are uniformly sized, pressed metal tins, measuring about 330 x 300 x 200 mm. They each have a handle, and their sides and bottoms have regular perforated holes.

In the Mildura district there were over a million dip tins in use in the heyday of the fruit drying industry. In some vineyards, thousands of dip tins remain, bunched together on long, decrepit drying racks, slowly rusting away.

Dip tins 1 (2015), 930 x 1400 mm including frame, frottage and indexical marks, rust on canvas.

“… the smells. When you had had a rain, or the soils were just moist – those smells linger. Probably the smell of the caustic soda dip is strongest. I used to dip the Muscat Gordo Blanco raisin with seeds into a lye solution, one bucketful at a time. The lye opened up overlapping wax platelets in the grape skin, (they are a bit like fish scales), and cut the drying time by at least half or more …

… you picked the grapes into dip tins, brought them into this rectangular tank with a raging fire underneath it, and then you had a sloping slide of corrugated iron.  It was a three second operation. You picked the bucket up, and lowered it, one second going in, one in and then [you would] bring it out then [it would be] speared it up this angle draining board and from there it got loaded onto a horse drawn trolley and taken down to the drying rack. One second going in, one second in and one second coming out – and if you dipped your hand in a bit too deep it took all the skin off you. Caustic soda was mean.

I can still smell the caustic soda and the burning pinewood or sandalwood … those smells linger … and the heat … you had 100 gallons in the tank that was meant to be boiling all the time so your job was to stoke the fire. I know I dipped three thousand dip tins on one day and nearly died the next …”

taken from a conversation with Henry Tankard, 24 June 2015

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Mildura residency - at the Wilkinsons

Dip tin 2 (2015), 1890 x 1800 mm including frame, frottage and indexical marks, rust and encaustic on canvas, chicken wire and metal reinforcing rod

Mullewa residency - Mass Rock

Mass Rock is a low, highly coloured rocky outcrop east of the town where John Hawes celebrated open air mass for the local Aboriginal people. In 1916, shortly after arriving in Mullewa, Hawes adapted the rock by “mortaring stones together to form a little altar”. He realised that the Aboriginal people would not be at ease attending a formal church and at that time there was a settlement-camp of Aboriginal people living nearby the rock.

While working with the rock, in very high temperatures, battling flies and hot, gusty winds. I recalled Hawes’s description of the church build: “Day after day, toiling with sore and cracked hands, tormented with flies and the scorching summer sun … God only knows I’ve toiled and sweated over it, all through the sweltering days of summer. Often I have worked alone … I’ve had to knock off and go indoors … then drag myself out to work again – to face the sun and flies.”

John Taylor, Between Devotion and Design: The Architecture of John Cyril Hawes 1876-1956 (Nedlands, WA: University of Western Australia Press, 2000), p. 64

Mass Rock (2014-5), 6 pieces, each 595 x 335 mm, indexical marks, ochre and lichen on canvas

Mass Rock (2014-5), 6 pieces, each 595 x 335 mm, indexical marks, ochre and lichen on canvas

photographs: Dan McCabe and Valdene Diprose