Jack Frawley is a man. He’s a wise and observant man. A teacher of teachers, who gently reminds us that our first responsibility is to our planet. And he’s a punter, whose totem is the jockey, which doubles as the logo of Muruntani Books. That’s - Whitefeller Books, the publisher of these not so fictitious adaptations of classics drawn from the high school English reading list.
For me these gentle puns, through their elegant precision conceal in plain sight a gravitas that is entirely appropriate to the issue they address. Climate change. And by inference the exceptionalism that permits our politicians, our so-called leaders to avoid addressing, this all to burning issue. That when it isn’t burning, is washing us away in persistent floods.
The dead pan absurdity of these works matches the incredulity of the climate change deniers who present, term after term for election with spurious assertions - that we can’t afford to close down coal fired power stations or that we must wait until 203???????? for an alternative or that a grove of wind turbines is somehow a blight on the landscape. It is obvious that we must reverse climate change. It was obvious when I was in high school ploughing through the English reading list.
It is as obvious as these puns and as obvious as the fact that without a planet there is no need for literature, or any art for that matter.
Jack’s wry sense of humour prods our consciousness in the kindest of possible ways to the clear realisation that our first responsibility is to our planet.
“Yes, that’s the title, yet there are moons everywhere” is how Charlene Walker began a short conversation about this show that she shares with her partner, Glenn Harrison. They share a house, a business venture, a studio and a website that markets their art as both “originals” and “art prints”. Speaking of their collaboration Charlene commented ”we are one and the same and share almost everything, for the last 34 years”.
And about the moons? Charlene said they speak of cycles in life and rebirth. An idea dismissed by Glenn in a manner
suggesting that he prefers for the work to be his voice. Here it is tidiness that pervades. A rigid tidiness that proposes isolation.
The common ground of these artists is well documented on their redcactus.com website. It is the landscape. Moreover, the rhythms and abstract patterns that can be extrapolated from a schematic representation of the landscape. As their website states, it is a landscape that Charlene hopes “to imbue…with a reflective intimacy, a deeply personal reaction to (her) environment” while Glenn sees himself “combining abstraction of the observed world while allowing for whatever subtext might emerge spontaneously”.
In a realm of such subjectivity applied narratives quickly fade leaving the compositional ploys of the picture exposed as the subject. Boorishly repetitive or gracefully varied the subject evokes a shared reading of what seems right in the image. What works and what doesn’t, which is of less consequence than the sheared understanding of such judgments. This is the basis of a language construct that is intuitively understood by us all. As to the merit of this work or its lack of merit, your guess is as good as mine but its existence, like its corresponding language construct speaks of humanity. It’s the flickering candle that like the moon may trace the cycles in life to a rebirth.
This arrangement of colourful stupa is more a collection of bread tags than an allusion to Buddhist reliquary, these tiny talismans are far more common and sinister in their abundance.
Bread tags are the plastic clips that fasten plastic bags of bread purchased from supermarkets. With the abonnement of the paper bag that once delivered bread from bakeries, these clips have become collector items. The fetish objects of eco- warriors in a movement, according to Shani that began with a single man on the west coast of the USA. He identified the
various genera and sub genera of bread tags giving them all Latin names, in the manner of pioneering botanists whose environment the bread tag is progressively strangling.
Shani’s engagement with the “movement” has been long. She is a high-profile contributor to its social media dialogue. She has a global network of colleagues who supply her with tags that apparently display design differences between countries and share a rudimentary language. For example, the different colours indicate the day of baking. But moreover, Shani is an artist. Her bread tag collection is applied to art, where it serves the double purpose of personal expression and eco-statement. It also acts as a
kind of sequestration of these environmentally dangerous bread tags. Shani’s art is environmental direct action that underlines the obvious fact - if we insist on making everlasting items that are momentarily useful our responsibility for them is everlasting, not momentary.
More than the craft of her art making Shani seems to be progressing towards the codification and classification of her medium. The form that her work takes is more a pragmatic response to the demands of the space she is exhibiting in than any particular image imposed on her media. Increasingly her subject as well as her medium is the bread tag. It opens her artwork to a broad meditation on the nature of our homogenised consumer culture that locates the concept of effortless abundance in an ecosystem where it is clearly unsustainable.
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