Another interesting show that I was recently involved with (August 2025) was held at a local Gallery in Reservoir – which, as someone who grew up in the area, is a sentence I thought I would never write, let alone be involved with. The theme (and the format) were pretdetermined – narrow boards of pink mdf were handed out to the 19 participants, with the request that we somehow address a skeletal theme (a byline to the show was ‘an Ode to Business Past’, referring to a bar that the curator Constance had set up once upon a time in another part of our fabled suburb with the contentiously pronounced name).
My bare bones is a reminder of our connection to nature, our guises and perhaps our vanity.
