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Sincere thanks
to the dedicated professionalism of Mark Haughan,
at Digital Print Shop, Dunedin. New Zealand.
Spatially and otherwise framed within the generosity
and hospitality of the elegant Physics Room,
through ArtistsatWork@Tekotago. ed. nz There
are many others, Geoff the Minder, and Emma
of the good Physick Room and many other generous
enthusiasts and continuous believers in the
magic of the utterly believable. And doable:
Douglas, Anna, Rob G.. Geoff, Rosemary, Dan.
also Michele. Paddy.
Conflated And Referential.
Imagine The Obverse!
Pool toys. Caddis-shell
ghosts in resin, scarred and translucent, ghost
presence of small boys and their dreams. Hollow
containments shriveled flatulant and demucent,
stinking. Of chemicals and guns. And guts. Faint
chemical wafts. But none OF it. Lots of none.
No illusion, no drama, bleeding with the obvious,
but something else. What of the fly-blown oversized
school boys in the image once gathered together
two years ago already seven metres and already
half through the formative conditioning common
to young males in Balmain, Australia. And like
graph projections from the original document
taken to celebrate the giving of cups to everyone.
Who played at practically any time, to whatever
end, and reemerge digimixed and digested and
beautifully printed at huge ambition.
The lesser scale
image with "Bananaconda" text, imposed
upon a blurred field which was an image once,
of the fiberglass coils up on a truck from the
factory. They have blurred in a motion which
suggest human beings not fibre glass freight.
They seem to have moved toward the dehumanised
image of the boys awaiting their golden trophies,
with professional calm. They join the resin
ghosts of creatures gone.
To start the work
there is a one hour long action by the artist,
who levitates with the aid of an off the shelf
inflated pool toy, which is a one metre sphere
of inflated, and thin, P.V.C.. He wears a business
suit, with roof workers', knee-pads. For this
hour the two matching hair-dryers, custom fitted
to the dimensions of the space, by length of
lead, are switched on to blow hot air at each
other, their switching off, after one hour by
the artist signals the end of the action.
Outside, first or
last seen, beyond the pale, without the mainspace
wall, an image from the Dunedin motel, home
previous. A fitting, surprised, recognition
of the ghost of the great Frank Lloyd Wright,
with respect himself and to the Guggenheim Museum
in Manhattan, N.Y.C.. This time - not the motel.
Towards the ensuing cultural alert. A light
bulb is on. A cultural icon, a cultural alert
of an designated arena. This phenomenon has
something to do with of the culture of and diaspora
of the previously humble, sundried tomato.
A Bananaconda is
like a Drop Bear, or a Moa even. Without the
bones. We create our own animal icons and hell,
and they live their own lives in our deep imaginings.
As an eternal test of faith, in the arena. With
whatever carapaces or images we try to construct
and find for them.
Carl A. Mears, Christchurch,
New Zealand. Monday, 9.10. 2,000
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