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Giulia Cattaneo, Hootan Heydari, Jas Shalimar, Callan Skimin, Collapse, and collapse again. Courtesy the artists. Photo: Jas Shalimar.

Summer Studio: Collapse, and Collapse Again

Giulia Cattaneo, Hootan Heydari, Jas Shalimar, Callan Skimin

16 Jan 2020–18 Jan 2021

By sharing or direct swapping of studio methodologies, four artists with differing artistic concerns come together to investigate failure as a methodology to consider language, proprioception, technology and compulsion to heal.

Can I hold you with my breath? If only for a second or two? My distance will matter, but does the angle? When my lungs inevitably collapse, I’ll have to let you down. Maybe that’s not so bad? For me to survive, you’ll have to fall. As I draw a breath, and fill my lungs again, you will start your descent. These unreliable will be erased, and only then, I’ll write over every smile, like a palimpsest. Over every colour, the blacks and the whites, places known and those unknown, times long gone or just passed by, together or alone. The past will then pile up, on the floor at my feet. What to do now with these memories? The futility is palpable, and I will not stop until I hyperventilate. I’ll collapse, but I will pick myself up and do it all again. I'll be dragged away before I stop. I will collapse, and collapse and collapse again. HH

I’ll pick up when you left off, and before night falls, I’ll rearrange, and find something.

When the unintended is understood, it sidesteps and misses an intended mark, leading to something over, in a periphery, channeling focus in a direction not meant. Can something else, holding a different urgency emerge?

did you plummet, cold hard stone

or were we with you

so you were held?

flying not falling.

John Marsden The Journey

Time taken to help another; could be seen as time given to another - language has leapt from tongue to tongue, framing our use of time as a subtraction. Circling words, meaning looping in and over, appearing, darting, carried by different sounds surfacing, overwriting, repeating, constantly inscribing space with codes. Time is blotted out and space has been flattened, Can I borrow your eyes?

A balloon slowly loses breath from home like an hourglass, but one that only visibly decreases in scale. Air leaking into the room, circulates, now indiscernible.

Fires bear a flaming message, furiously. Poincianas named ‘flame trees’ for their fiery red flowers, the two words make a pertinent contradiction. They take on a new meaning, language responding to events. Is there an alternative to the directionality of the words; falling downwards, and rising upwards? GC

Shifting your focus from the surface of the window through to the depths it frames. Attention slipping back and forth between the superficial marks on the glass and refocusing to people walking on the street, the congested tram stop, the treetops, and usually further, but sight has been limited of late. A blanket of smoke. Which winds brought you here? Travelling distances and carrying in haze from the fires. Hootan said the wind has a memory and a past, and with it come stories we most often don’t know anything about, but perhaps we sense. The smell has been potent, but it doesn’t conjure familiarity. Rather it is a persistent reminder of loss, I will never understand. For the first time the other day, I sat on a wooden chair that Dad and I had built. I sat on it properly with the full weight of my body and it collapsed. It’s unsettling how something can seem so sturdy and yet give way beneath you. It’s not broken, just disassembled, a collection of parts. JS

A camera is a lung for space. It draws long, deep images; holds them, compresses them and allows them to imprint upon it. The image of a lover is close, short, drawn as frequently as possible. The breaths taken in an open field, upon a cliff, they are broad, unlimited and of varying focus, roaming. Spaces are brought upon us and folded in around our eye, flattened fit pressed through glass rooms. Everything else disappears, falls into a stream, your breath behind the camera marks your focus, the unsteadiness of your hand and the pressing of eye-piece to face. Navigate through a flattened room like a ship sailing over a vertical sea in pure time. Our own projections all direct inward, rebounding and echoing along halls, dampening as they go. CS

Onsite, Residency, Exhibition, Summer Studio

Blurring the lines between the creation, installation and exhibition process, recent graduates use Blindside as a working studio and conclude with a brief open studio.

Opening Night: 16 Jan 2020, 7am–9am

This program takes place on the land of the Wurundjeri people of the Kulin Nation. We recognise that sovereignty was never ceded - this land is stolen land. We pay respects to Wurundjeri Elders, past, present and emerging, to the Elders from other communities and to any other Aboriginal or Torres Strait Islanders who might encounter or participate in the program.


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Fayen d'Evie + Katie West, 'Summer Studio 2018', Blindside, 2018. Artwork details: 'Boort Hands', 2018, carrying an invitation from Jida Gulpilil to care for sites and stories on Jarra Dja Dja Wurrung Yung Balug country. Courtesy the artists. Photo: Eliza Tiernan.
Onsite, Exhibition, Residency, Summer Studio

18–20 Jan 2018

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Working on unceded sovereign land of the Wurundjeri and Boon Wurrung people of the Kulin Nation, Blindside pays respect to Elders, past, present and emerging.