notes to Ian Fairweather...

Ian,

I cannot describe to you the space anymore...
it must be no longer familiar....
with all the houses, cars, shops and lights
it is not what once was....
I found your grove of callitris
a remnant amidst suburbia encroaching

 

incredible to think this is where you lived for so long
under these boughs
of darkness
and nothing remains of you
just a few scars on the old trees
and some plaques and a big rock to remind us...

but beneath the developed veneer
i sense the sand move and a depth of peace
and I understand how you found peace of spirit here...
the calm ocean
the dragons of the sky
the colours
and trees....yes...it becomes apparent...
the sunset was sublime.

 

 

so thanks Bribie Island...
and thanks Ian for the HB pencil I found at your old home...
I'm glad you found sanctuary here
once upon a time
how things change so quickly...
and how some remain unchanged...
I whisper to you these things...
I heard you in the twilight song
beneath those trees
and underneath the sounds of the very close cars
and televisions...
I listened and walked on the soft sands....
now I know...
and i am grateful...

dance the body line...

exploring states of tension
through body
music
drawing
from lucid, passive
to medium and high tension...
interesting to dance
and draw this feeling
and feel the bodyline
then draw the flow...

the lovers

the past few years
i have created a beautiful love story
dreamy, impossible love that
crosses oceans
like a Chagall painting....steeped in nostalgia
amazing beauty and colour
it has taken me on amazing adventures
and given me great treasures
a beautiful, sacred thing...

this love story, like all good things
has ended
the biggest chapter is over
I am currently on the
first page of an entire new book
that I know not where it will go...
but I am the artist, I create it
I design and write the story...

Although a tough time
it is somewhat exciting
to come back to the space of creation...
of colour and renewal...
destruction simply destroys...

carrots & kene

we grew carrots.
they are so lovely and beautiful.
tasty.
also lately,
I have been spending time with some
Kene cloth from the ladies of Peru...
Is intricate patterns of hand-stitched fabric
entwining stories of ancestors, spirit & plants...
they sing....truly...
beautiful work from the hands of the amazon...

time

here's some shots of my work
shown recently in Tasmania @ Poimena Gallery, Launceston.
Curated by the amazingly sparkly
Katie Stackhouse,
was a great show and feel lucky to have been
included with such other great artists...

Check out the website:
www.timeexhibition.com

or read this great article by Rebecca Fitzgibbon:
'It's time to reflect on art'
 
 it is time....

the casuarina tree...a snapshot...

here's some happy snaps from my recent exhibition
the casuarina tree...
works on fabric, blankets, paintings...
really an overall patchwork
of broken pieces gathered together
into this tapestry of sewn together fragments
of life from Darwin to Terania to Wanganui
had the good fortune that my work was
seen by these two great men
at thechannongallery.com
who bought and are selling some of my work

but what a huge collective gasp of air it is to have
finished this masters project...
for the first time in three yearsish i have no thought
clouds looming
no invisible lists and deadlines or university paperwork
what a strange freedom it has given me
the double bladed sword of conditional art making
honed with the frame of dissertation and intelligible arguments
now...
back to brush, unrestricted thought forms, free clouds
free roaming research
unlimited creative downloads
and space unparalled

but with this current heat wave
i am mostly turning into a sea creature
or creek slime
enjoying cicada symphonies
a bit of peace and rest
and riding the back log of unprocessed data
that emerges from ones soul
after being in a cage for so long...
there that's my speech for today.
you might find me on warm summer nights
swimming with dolphins.

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the labyrinth of line...

'The whole visible world is covered with invisible patterns...'
 

...'The distorted line repeated over and again became abstract and transformative, unfolding strange new associations of meaning and difference.  In my drawings, lines of trees, branches and stems developed into distorted scars, scratches and bones, reduced forms and the simplest structures...'
 

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emergence of the butterfly....

after a long period
of writing...thinking...drafting...
editing...
feeling frustrated, contaminated and imprisoned...
there is a dawn...
a light of new beginnings...
of returning to the creative practice...
of rediscovering my work
with fresh eyes and new perspectives...

AND...
this almost three year engagement with
the monster of the Masters Research
has given me great learning and
freedom...it must be for something....

all this culminates in a solo show...
happening very soon...

here's the specs:

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THE CASUARINA TREE

New Works by

IMBIDAVIDSON

Opening 6pm, 6th December 2012

@ STUDIO ONE29

Southern Cross University Campus

Military Road, East Lismore

Showing 29th November - 11th December 2012

Open Mon-Fri 10-3

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Would love to see you there if you are 
in the country, vicinity or watch this
space and will post
some works...
xxxx

to landscape to landscape...

 to landscape to landscape to buy a fat pig...
home again home again
jiggity jig...
oh yep.
landscape.
how i wish to roll in your horizons
and find lines between your latitudes
the fight with the cloud demons
and battle with the blood of earth
to landscape...
i miss you...
you hear me..
ok

why do you persist??

ghosts of white lines

[re]found these works the other day
paint and dye pot juice on paper

funny how things get lost
then found
you revisit things and find that
there were clues to something
that propel you forward
without being stuck
being in the continuum