I watched the Oscars last night. I don’t watch a lot of television (unless its Scandinavian crime dramas, the glue of my marriage to Mr Karen) but I wanted to experience again the electricity between Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper one. More. TIME. (It’s like a drug!)
While waiting for my Gaga-Cooper moment, it struck me that things had changed in the world of popular film. It became apparent that a very deliberate move was being made by Hollywood to make space for women and immigrants to not only tell their stories, but to celebrate and acknowledge their stories. It was refreshing to finally play the game of ‘Spot the White Man’. I’m sure they’re still there, but damn it was good to see, hear and celebrate so many wonderful creatives from such a wide spectrum of society. If you haven’t made a point of checking out the winners, beyond the obvious ones, you need to. So many good films (but so little babysitters!)
So in the spirit of ‘if you can’t see it, you can’t be it’, I’ve been working on some art that reflects the kind of strong women I needed to see as a young girl, but didn’t. I’m calling it Modern Girls, a bit of a nod to the female Australian modernist artists of the 1930s, Margaret Preston namely. There’s a certain essential quality found in modernism that I’m trying to capture here. You can look at a Margaret Preston print or painting now and think it was made yesterday, not 90 years ago. THAT is remarkable. And I’m hoping to catch just a little bit of that magic.