Each painting, in its life, moves through the arc of inspiration, perspiration, appreciation, until it end up on a wall somewhere. Or not. There’s at least one artwork from each series that I seriously consider not selling. Those particular ones I make sure go to really good homes, on the proviso that I can visit. In my spare bedroom, on top of the wardrobe, is a small collection of paintings that were never sold. Don’t tell anyone !
In reality, once the paintings leave here I seldom see them again. Sometimes I’m visiting friends and see one of my paintings in their collection. There’s a startling shock of familiarity. It’s like seeing an old friend. I want to stop and chat and find out how the years have been for them, and share mine.
Painting is a very personal thing. The time I spend on-site, and in the studio feeds a relationship to a particular place. But in a world where technological transience is de rigour – not for nothing do we have “Insta-gram” – whole bodies of work recorded on web-pages can disappear with the click of a mouse. I’m in charge of the mouse clicks in my house, but for all the need for editorial alertness, I don’t want to forget the time spent on a project. This practice of mine is not about record and forget. It’s about remembering. Remembering place, places as well as the people I met and time I spent there.
This collection isn’t a crafted archive – it’s curated with a certain randomness. Like memory itself, it will negotiate the past as it sees fit. And like memory, permanence is only ever a tick-tock mouse-click away from delete.
Christine Porter November 2017
“ONCE WERE YARDS” 2015
Painting this series was difficult. It was hard to see the drought first decimating the feed, then ravaging it, then crisping it to grey almost before my eyes. Visiting over a twelve month period I found that the extra grass I’d put in (artistic license !) made reality look even more bleak. I know this country can recover from such a drought. I was living in Hughenden in the 1980’s and my memory is of only a few days rain in that two year period. I saw how quickly things changed with those few drops of rain. My hope is that the vague promise of grass and rain that I implied in my paintings reflects reality for this district and others in western Queensland, sooner rather than later.
‘Once were Yards’ 2015, Watercolour on paper, 86x40cm
PRIZES: 2018 Casino Beef Week Award 2015. Winner Inverell Art Prize 2016: Highly commended, Open section, Royal Easter Show, Sydney.
EXHIBITED: 2016 Australian Watercolour Institute Annual Exhibition Sydney. Singleton Art Show. “Packsaddle Exhibition” NERAM Armidale. Nudgee Art Show, Brisbane.
PONDS CREEK Ebor 2011