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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Jungle Phillips

Jungle Phillips - International art gallery - 558 Marion Road, Plympton Park


I started in 1978 when my older brother Steven committed suicide in front of me.

I went to Dandenong asylum and a guy said draw what you see.

Before that I really loved art.

I was raised in a very bad environment. My dad drank a lot and bashed me up a lot of the time. Art at that time wasn’t considered very good.

I loved art. I always wanted to be an artist.

I started drawing in 1978.

Then I came down to Adelaide.

I started to draw at night time after work and a nurse started to buy my drawings. I did a little painting. A friend of mine that I was working with gave me some art books and I started painting, but I did a lot of drawing.

I came to Adelaide to escape from an alcohol and drugs life when another borther committed suicide.

Then I met Tony White who went to the school of art and got me painting.

I’ve been painting since 1992.

I had an accident in 1992 and I became prolific as I was painting for a living.

I lived up the road from the cabinet makers and they had a lot of wood. I collected the wood and started painting.


My message is hope, love trust. People have to have hope.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Esther Furber

Dreamtime eldest womens
they travel, from east to south
south to west, and they pick up
any women along the track when
they're travelling, when they get
to the biggest ceremony ground
when they start singing and-
dancing, no one can't come to late

Esther Furber, (18-05-1955-), language/tribe: Arrunda, region: Santa Teresa

Esther Furber is one of the few Aboriginal artists selling off the grass in the Todd Mall in Alice Springs.

After the money to establish the Tangentyere artists cooperative ran out, Esther, like so many others, has been left to fend for herself.

The introduction by the Alice Springs Town Council, following a complaint from a gallerist of a $205 a day permit to sell her art, Esther, like all the other artists selling off the grass, has little understanding of the permit system and is confused and resentful.

Nevertheless, her art is beautiful, profound and very decorative.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Frédérique Albou


A voice among many others ...


Born in 1947, I have been drawing since I could hold a pencil or even a pen ... aaah the smell of purple ink ... the first marks on the graph paper, applied, I still have the crunching of the fingers ... no erasures, no pies, full and loose ... and the blotting paper with beautiful and unusual patches ... beyond the imagination as a bonus ... and bit by bit over the years I learned all the techniques with enthusiasm, and the freedom of movement and the freedom of the pattern, ... now my preference, my choice is ink and acrylic on canvas or paper, a feast of color or black and white, according to the inspiration of the moment ...

nothing to add ... Rather than talking about it I prefer to offer it to the viewer and as long as there is someone who discovers it or their intimate or personal experiences... this sharing is surely the true culmination of art in itself, it is my deep conviction


http://monart-frederique-albou.blogspot.com/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Frédérique-Albou-MonArt/151611451566750


Wednesday, August 3, 2011