Diabolical Clay

Sometimes trying to think of a title is the hardest part of this whole blogging caper.

I am home from my epic road trip to Burnie, I have a zillion ideas for new work burbling away in my head and I reckon that I am going to be very busy. Very, very busy.

The Fired up Exhibition opening was a great success with numerous pieces of work (mine included) selling before we had even officially opened.

Here is an overview of the exhibition, these photos were taken by my friend, ceramist and photographer, Robin Roberts

The Burnie Coastal Art Group were wonderfully generous with their help and hospitality and If you live in the area I would highly recommend you join up.

Here are some photos of my work also taken by Robin Roberts. The rabbits and skulls are by Philadelphia Hanson-Viney

I would like to take a moment to thank Dawn Oakford for inviting me to be a part of fired up, I thoroughly enjoyed myself and I cant wait to do it again. I would also like to thank the Burnie Coastal Art Group for being our very generous hosts.

If you are anywhere near Burnie between now and the 1st of April, you should pop into the gallery and have a look, it is a rather good exhibition, even if I do say so myself.

Hi Internet,

It’s Veronica here. Sunday Selections will be held at my place this week, because Frogpondsrock is still in Burnie for Fired Up and sadly, has no Internet.

If you’d like to click over and play along, the linky can be found here.

Thanks!

Today I leave for Burnie 325 ks away in the Northwest of the state. I don’t know if I will have access to the internet or not, as I will be using my portable Telstra plug in internet stick thingy and Telstra’s coverage in regional areas is a bit iffy at the best of times. We are staying up in the hills somewhere about twenty minutes out of Burnie and the bed and breakfast place looks quite nice.

So any Tasmanians out there reading, please come along to the Fired up Exhibition opening on Sunday the 4th of March at The Burnie Coastal Art Groups Gallery, 211 Mount Street, Upper Burnie.

The Exhibition runs from the 4th of March until the 1st of April and the gallery is open Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday from 10-3.

It would be lovely to see you at the opening on Sunday the 4th at 2pm. Consider yourselves invited and bring along a friend or three.

I am sorry this post is so late, I have been at a Ceramic workshop all day. It is a zillion degrees outside and I am melting.

The Blurb

I take a lot of photos and most of them are just sitting around in folders on my desktop not doing anything. I thought that a dedicated post once a week would be a good way to share some of these photos that otherwise wouldn’t be seen by anyone other than me.

I am also remarkably absent minded and I put photos into folders and think that I will publish them later on and then then I never do.

So I have started a photo meme that anyone can join in and play as well. The rules are so simple as to be virtually non existent.

Just add your name and URL to the Mr Linky.

Publish your photos on your blog using the “Sunday Selections” title.

Link back here to me.

The Photos

Just one photo today and it is of the spectacular sunrise the other morning.

I will come and see all your lovely photos tomorrow morning, when I am not so melty.

I would never in a million years deliberately align myself  with a brand like Nestle. The evidence of poor corporate practice is far too overwhelming for me to ignore and the thought of supporting a brand like Nestle is anathema to me. I lump Nestle in with my other least favourite brand Monsanto and I try to avoid any purchase of their products. It can be quite tricky trying to work out exactly where their corporate tentacles are tangled. So you might find this post  an interesting starting point.

I am an adult living in a first world country and as such I have the advantage of being able to pick and choose my lifestyle choices.

I am standing on my soapbox today, NOT to make anyone feel bad, but to ask questions that bother me.

I am baffled by the silence from a large number of bloggers that attended the bloggers brunch yesterday. I  know that there were bloggers at this brunch who I respect and I am interested in their thoughts. Why the silence on twitter yesterday? Did you miss the conversation about Nestle on twitter? Are you still working out how you feel? Or did you respond and I missed it?

The bloggers brunch is now a familiar event in blogland. Bloggers get invited to a brunch. An air of exclusivity is maintained which make the invites to these events highly sought after. Brands representatives  turn up and throw buckets of freebies at the lucky bloggers and the blogger in turn goes home and tells their  friends and readers how wonderful said brands are.

Everyone is happy happy joy joy.

Except me.

Watching from the wings and tweeting my displeasure about the fact that Nestle was one of the brands at the most recent bloggers brunch held in Sydney yesterday, my thoughts were Nestle? Really? Then I thought that maybe people didn’t know about Nestle’s atrocious corporate record, so as the #bloggers_brunch tweetstream started to flow I tweeted this tweet using the #bloggers_brunch  hashtag.

Just to make things easy for the bloggers attending the brunch I tweeted a link to the Nestle Wikipedia page. The controversy and criticism section makes an interesting starting point.

By this time other people had tweeted their displeasure at Nestle being involved.

I was at work at the time so I wasn’t following the twitter stream too closely, but I was very surprised by the absolute silence from the bloggers at the brunch.

So I started to poke at the organiser a bit by responding to her Nestle tweets with rather provocative replies of my own.

Deathly silence.

poke poke poke

I am sure there are bloggers out there who don’t want to ripple the bloggy gravy train by saying anything negative about the wonderful brands who were at the bloggers brunch. And from some of the instagram photos the brands were very, very generous. But I do wonder, is a bootload full of plastic product and free samples of  milo and tim tams really worth that much? Is it that easy to become so caught up in the hype and power of  brand events that it doesn’t matter what companies are giving away the free stuff as long as it keeps on being free?

I would like to finish up by stating very clearly that it is not my intention to start throwing stones, or to make people feel bad. I am trying to start a conversation about how we consume, not just the products but the message from our corporate masters.

The message I get from all these brand events is one of  rampant consumerism an any cost and honestly people the planet cant really take much more punishment, but that is a post for another day.

In one weeks time I leave home to make the 325 kilometre (200 mile) road trip, up to Burnie in the North West of the state. I will be firing the kiln today and as per usual I am skating very close to the edge. One toss of the coin and all is well or all is lost. I am a gambler as well as an artist. But I am not gambling with games of chance, I am gambling with my own technical veracity and offering up a prayer to the kiln Gods at the same time. It is always all or nothing with me. I have back up work I can put in the exhibition if the firing is a disaster but the main body of work is in the kiln right now and I will not know until Sunday if it has been a success or not.

And this suits me, it suits how I work and it suits my personality.

This is the artist statement that I have decided to use, new readers can read the first draft here. I decided to go with this statement and to add the stories about the cigarette lighters and the Albatross to my canvas.

Fired up Kim Foale

My name is Kim Foale and I am a storyteller. In ages past we would have sat around the fire together and I would have woven a tale to suit the times.  In this second decade of the twenty first century my tale is one of anger, despair, inertia, and ultimately hope.

3.2 million pieces of plastic enter the world’s oceans every day and if I think too deeply about the  massive amount of plastic pollution slowly choking our oceans to death I am filled with anger and despair.

If I read the scientific data about mercury toxicity levels in seabirds, the rapidly accelerating rate of extinctions in Australia, the impact of climate change and the inertia of our leaders, I become overwhelmed  and gripped by inertia.

So I think instead of the immortal words of Samwise Gamgee in the film version of Lord of the Rings. When all looked to be lost, Samwise said, “There is always hope Mr Frodo, there is always hope.”

As an artist I take my inspiration where I can get it and I firmly believe that there is always hope.

I hope that when you look at my work and you read the story on my canvas, of the cigarette lighters and dead Albatross chicks, that you don’t walk away, but that you pick up a touchstone and decide that you can help. I hope that when you see the oiled bird bowl and the ceramic eggs that you decide to think about your own plastic consumption. I hope that when you see the photos of the plastic pollution that you will feel not despair, but determination that you can make a difference as well.

I hope that you decide as I have, that one person can save the planet.

So there you go my lovelies, I hope the Lord of the Rings reference isn’t too silly but that line in the film really did touch me. It was only a few weeks after Mum had died and David and I were having a LOTR movie marathon together, we were watching the DVD’s Mum had given Dave and when Sam told Frodo that there was always hope and they continued to climb the mountain I cried. I cried for my mum but mostly I cried for myself and for weeks afterwards I would whisper to myself in an atrocious accent, there is always hope Mr Frodo and I would just keep on putting one foot in front of the other.

Now I need to go and glaze the last few pieces and cram them into the kiln.

The edge, I am skating on it.

The other night we were all outside, doing outside things. The Spouse was watering the veggie garden and I was picking what was left of the plums whilst loudly bemoaning the fact that the bloody possums were destroying my plum trees. I gave Harry the dog a stern talking to about keeping up with his end of the bargain. I reminded Harry that it was HIS job to bark at the possums, not mine and that he had better lift his bloody game. Harry gave me a shamefaced woof and promised to do better, ten minutes later he made amends by showed me where a a blue tongue lizard was lurking in the wood pile.

This is only a small blue tongue, compared to the resident lizard that lives under the water tank and often scares the shit out of me by impersonating a tiger snake.

Normally blue tongues are quite shy and it isn’t often we see them out in the open like this one. He didn’t seem to be frightened of us at all and posed for a number of photos. Harry decided that the middle of the photo shoot was the time to make amends for his lacksadaisical  possum scaring performance and was keen to protect me from this vicious, vicious lizard, sigh. I am sure that in Harry’s doggy mind the blue tongue was about to leap for my throat with all the ferocity of a pythonesque rabbit. So The Spouse caught the blue tongue for me and after we had checked him over for tics, we released him into the garden near the frog ponds and he disappeared under a large rock.

The next day the blue tongue was out in the middle of the yard again and I spent some time filming him as well as taking some more photos. I don’t know how long this lizard will survive here, as he is very nonchalant about his personal safety. He spent ages out in the middle of the yard in full view of any passing predators and at one stage he decided that it would be nice to rest against my foot for a bit.

It is quite difficult taking a photo of a lizard leaning against your shoe, as I had my foot tucked under the chair and I was on an awkward angle but I think this photo is quite sweet, in a this is what my life is really like kind of way.

Here are a couple of the macros I took yesterday and from these photos you can see why it is that when the large resident lizard does his tiger snake impersonation I nearly have a little heart attack. Those few seconds between the thought, “Eek a snake” and “Oh its only you” make my heart beat rather quickly.

So there you go my lovelies I hope you enjoyed these photos of one of my favourite wild creatures that share my backyard.

I can’t believe it is Sunday again, wasn’t it just Sunday yesterday? The days are whizzing by in a giant blur. Today I will be glazing in the studio with Philadelphia, preparing for the final firing for the Fired Up Exhibition. It is very exciting.

The Blurb

I take a lot of photos and most of them are just sitting around in folders on my desktop not doing anything. I thought that a dedicated post once a week would be a good way to share some of these photos that otherwise wouldn’t be seen by anyone other than me.

I am also remarkably absent minded and I put photos into folders and think that I will publish them later on and then then I never do.

So I have started a photo meme that anyone can join in and play as well. The rules are so simple as to be virtually non existent.

Just add your name and URL to the Mr Linky.

Publish your photos on your blog using the “Sunday Selections” title.

Link back here to me.

The Photos

I went into my external hard drive for a look today and found these images, they all conspire to send me off into a ceramic daydream and I am so pleased I found them again.

These photos were all taken in 2008 with my Panasonic Lumix compact camera

As an artist I have to write lots of artist statements. I am always so grateful for you my dear internets, because each and every artist statement I write I always treat as if I am writing to you. I generally give my artist statement a trial run here on the blog to see how it reads and more importantly to see how you react to it and to ask your opinion on my words.

Some artists statements are so convoluted and so wanky and I become so baffled by them, that I stop reading after the first sentence because they have boggled my mind. I know that in their first year at Art School, students are taught the common  language of art which ostensibly makes it easy to have a conversation across all disciplines.

But Oh My Word internet, for us common folk that are reading these statements at an exhibition,sometimes the statement is less a statement and more an incomprehensible puzzle that makes me feel quite the dullard.

But I digress. This post is about MY artist statement and mine are never ever wanky. (Ever.)

I woke up this morning around 6 and being a Saturday, I thought I would stay in bed and snooze for a bit longer. But my brain was awake and filled with words all busting with impatience and clamouring to be put onto a a page with their friends. So here we are again internet it is just you and I in the early morning, you and I and my words.

Oh and by the way, David’s first day at school went well. He didn’t go to school for his second day though and yesterday he broke up with his girlfriend again. So he is home for the moment and will most definitely be going to school for his third day because muggins here, will be bloody well driving him the 50 ks to school.

Now what were we doing? Oh that’s right Artist statements.

Here we go then, tell me what you think of this one.

Fired Up, Kim Foale

I was invited to be part of this exhibition because I am “fired up” about what I do. I am passionate about my work and if you are here today at the opening please feel free to ask me any questions that you may have and I will try very hard not to talk your ears off. I am the one with the purple hair and stripy socks. If you missed the opening and would like to talk to me, my cards are here, shoot me an email and we can have a yak.

 3.2 million items of Plastic Pollution enter the world’s oceans every day. Plastic bottle tops, helium balloon clips and cigarette lighters are common ingredients, found in this deadly plastic soup. If I think too deeply about the implications of that amount of pollution clogging up the already messy ocean, I could become paralysed with despair and inertia.

So I don’t think about the vast amount of plastic that is thrown away every day. I think about small bits of plastic that I can actually do something about. I think about bottle tops and cigarette lighters.

Disposable cigarette lighters by their very nature are designed to be thrown away. The cigarette lighters that are glued onto my canvas were removed from the stomachs of dead Laysan Albatross chicks on the Kure Atoll in Hawaii in 2009. These cigarette lighters were  floating on top of the oceans and the adult Laysan Albatross collected them in their search for food and fed them to their chicks. Eventually the Laysan Albatross chicks stomachs were filled with plastic pollution and they died from starvation.

I often use plastic pollution that has been removed from dead sea birds in my work. I painted this canvas using a cigarette lighter as a palette knife and the primary colours used are the bright colours of everyday plastics. I used the same cigarette lighters to make marks in the Southern Ice touchstones that fill the “dead albatross bowl”. The touchstones whilst beautiful are a poignant reminder that we are filling our oceans with plastic pollution. I hope that their small beauty will inspire you to think about small ways that you can help as well.

I also used plastic bottle tops and other small items found on the beach to make marks in the clay. The black eggs are a reminder that if we don’t act soon, all that will be left of our seabirds are photographs and trays of hollow eggs in dusty museum cases.

One person can make a difference.

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After I wrote this I went back and read the guidelines for my artist statement and it is supposed to be only 150 words. I have 462 words.

Bugger.

I will cull it tomorrow.

My words are tired now.

Thank you for listening.