Iteration 27 House Warming
Sept 21 - November 21 2024
Nau mai haere mai welcome to 466 New North Road Kingsland
This building was originally an early wooden store built in the 1880’s for Arthur W. Page. Then around 1914 the plastered brick, finials and veranda were added. In its heyday over 30 staff were employed at the Page Store continuing through until the late 1930’s.
More recently, since the 1990’s, the Page Building has been the home of many friends working in the arts, and today we’re honoured to hold space here too.
House Warming is a large group exhibition of artworks made by members and friends of the mothermother collective. The exhibition celebrates the multiple fringe zones that mothermother occupies* - in this particular iteration and in our project at large, as well as the cyclical modes of survival we uphold - of friendship, inter-generational knowledge-sharing, gift and reciprocity.
*domestic | commercial | gallery | bedroom | private | past | public | dance floor | store | present | studio | future | archive
STAIRWELL
Robyn Walton, Cool Whip, rubber tube & found objects, dimension varies, 2018/2022, NFS
Through minor and formalistic distortion, she emphasises our relationship to ‘function' by rendering it obsolete. Moya Lawson
Caitlin Devoy, Switch, rubber, 60 x 250mm, 2022, NFS
LANDING
Nat Tozer, Observations of the ground through canvas, buried and unearthed canvases, 1150 x 1220mm NFS
Karley Feaver, The Fluidity of Life, epoxy clay, resin, leather, glass, wood, 210h x 140d x 140w mm, 2024, $750
Rose Meyer, Notes Noted, typewriter ink on paper roll, 230 x 6500mm x ~12yrs, 2012 to present, POA
A work always in process, reading through my notebooks and re-noting things that still resonate after the passage of time. The slow act of typing them into an undated stream of text serves to not only eliminate any hierarchy between mundane life, academia, art making, or life changing events but is also a revisitation of self in an earlier state, recapturing ideas, re-examining thoughts and reformatting them to be lost again in the dense texture of type. Final texts are rarely included in a notebook, instead there is the almost done, the unfinished, the draft, the pace of thinking can be slower, confined to the speed of the hand and the arrival of thought. The notebook is a raw place.
Jessica Pearless, After Klein, Acrylic on shaped stretched canvas, 305 x 305mm, 2014, $1500
Su Nelson, Hestia I, rescued matai and hair, 400 x 200mm, 2023, $400
Goddess of hearth and home, Hestia represents our inner archetype that keeps the fires burning. Sometimes the most noble accomplishments are the consistent reliable commitment to nourishment and manaakitanga. Part of ‘unholy trinity’ series exploring body, shadow, and emotional realm.
Inga Fillary, UNTITLED, assembled card tables, 1400 x 2100 mm, 2024, NFS
Karley Feaver, The Deceptive Wand, epoxy clay, artificial flora, foam, resin, metal, 24k gold leaf, size doesn’t matter … I mean…390h x 140😂d x 90w mm, 2024, $850
I’m exploring the power of objects as both seducers and comforters - delving into the topics of infidelity and sexuality, and presenting vessels where memories and emotions are contained. These memories are invisible yet tangible and hold personal significance.
Saint Jude, slug, clay, resin, acrylic paint & found materials, 2024, $350
I want to know what it’s like as a slug making a trail across the wall like cum across bedsheets
Teresa Peters, DISASTROUSFORMS.COM ~ ARTEFACT no.4, archival print, 730 x 730mm, 2021, $3000
EDIT SUITE
Philippa Blair, A Horse Called Silver, acrylic and oil on canvas, 760 x 2280mm, 2020, NFS
Esther Deans, Mercury Plaza, oil on board, 280 x 355 mm, 2014
LOUNGE & LIVING
Ekaterina Dimieva, Ambrosia, oil on canvas, 300 x 250mm, NFS
Judy Darragh, Untitled, found object assemblage, 2018, NFS
Ann Shelton, She addressed the tree with the respectful name (sloe, sloe berry, blackthorn, spiny shrub, Mother of the Wood, wishing thorn), Archival pigment print on Hahnemühle, Bamboo, 1120 x 840 mm, from the series i am an old phenomenon, 2022 ongoing. POA
Systems of belief concerning the medicinal, magical and spiritual uses of plant materials were well established in the lives of European forest, nomadic and ancient peoples. However, these beliefs were forcibly supplanted as pagan practices were violently displaced through the witch hunts across Europe and other continents in the wake of Christianity and the rise of capitalism.
Put in the context of ecology and intersectional feminisms, the current environmental emergency and the many impacts of this high capitalist moment, the consequences of this suppression and attempted erasure of this plant-based belief system continue to be profound.
Knowledge, often, but not always held by women, of the healing, caring and spiritual effects of plants has been replaced by a significantly more limited emphasis on their predominantly aesthetic qualities. This separation informs our contemporary relationship to plants as being primarily one of commodification. The images in 'i am an old phenomenon' are part of the reassemblage of fragments of this old knowledge and, in their ontology, invoke the persecution of wise women, witches, and wortcunners who kept this knowledge safe.
Inga Fillary, HUMAN, ALL TOO HUMAN, 1550 x 1040 mm, blood, binder, latex, 2022, $4250
Anoushka Wallis, Sand in the Vaseline, water based ink on found image, 283 x 210mm, NFS
Anoushka Wallis, Cronus, water based ink on found image, 347 x 260mm, $250
Et al, Mercy International Relief Foundation, found tray, 600 x 450mm, POA
yasmin dullabh, 10.515, knitted yarn, size variable, 2023, POA
A dress unworn
Su Nelson, Study in Red, rescued timber, glazed ceramic, terracotta, crayon, yarn, 290 x 200mm 2024, $300
Bringing together differing reds, forms and matter into an alchemy of differences with one unifying identity
Layla Rudneva-Mackay, Eye Prick, Oil on Canvas, 450 x 350mm, POA
It comes in waves and stands in
close
I feel
I do not see
You, rational eye informing a
rational I
Speaking loud
a dominant eye is turning into
the dominant I
A reassured I
is very sure
And my waves fall still
And I do not feel
I roll. Over
Remembering that time we all
had dinner in the dark before
kids because it was a thing.
Through fumbling fingers for
cutlery other sensations came,
quietly almost insignificant.
Or after reading – I can't
remember.
Lying on the floor in my small
office with eyes closed,
trying to feel the building’s
vibration in my body, the distant
movement of unknown people
on wooden floors and Slamming
doors.
Moving from the architectural
model in my mind of a building
seen, to the sound of distant
walls and a sense of a large mass
that I can feel thought.
Actively looking for a lost thing.
A thing that’s always there.
Which I cannot see with my eyes.
And never imagined I would
lose.
For you are the dominant eye.
So who am I?