Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 1, 2025

True: Kevin Gilbert 1933 – 1993

Visual Art Exhibition Review | Brian Rope

True: Kevin Gilbert 1933 – 1993

Tuggeranong Arts Centre | 13 June – 9 August 2025

Kevin Gilbert, Wiradjuri, is best known to many Australians as an activist, a First Nations human rights defender. He was born on 10 July 1933 to the Wiradjuri Nation on the banks of the Kalara (Lachlan) river near Condobolin, New South Wales. His father’s ancestry was English and Irish, and his mother was of Aboriginal and Irish descent. His childhood was one of intimate connection with his mother’s Country. When he was seven his father killed his mother then himself. A biography of Gilbert here provides extensive background which perhaps explains the reasons why he was passionate about the need for activism.

What may be less known by many is that Gilbert is also recognised as an iconic poet, playwright and author. And his artistic talent also includes painting, printmaking, photography and producing artworks of Wiradjuri spirituality and teachings. He received the Human Rights Award for Literature for his anthology Inside Black Australia in 1988. He was awarded an Australian Artists Creative fellowship in 1992. He became the first Aboriginal/Wiradjuri poet to be published in the French language with the bilingual anthology Le Versant Noir (2018).

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 Gilbert used his pen as his weapon:

The pen is mightier than the sword

but only when

it sows the seeds of thought

in minds of men

to kindle love and grow

through the burnt page

destroyed by huns and vandals in their rage (Gilbert 1994, 48).

The Vienna Convention defines treaties as agreements between sovereign equals as a means to promote friendly and cooperative relations among nations. For Gilbert, a treaty was about a just way forward: ‘with all domestic options exhausted, a Sovereign Treaty is our only peaceful way to justice. There can be no reconciliation without a Sovereign Treaty’ (Gilbert 1993, endpaper).

Gilbert died of emphysema on 1 April 1993 in Canberra. A memorial was held at the Aboriginal Embassy. He was remembered as the Land Rights Man, Treaty man, and Rainmaker. His final writing, dated February 1993, reads:

If we want the Dream to come true

we must BE true to the Dream

but all this will only be meaningful

if there are Dreamers who respond

and make the Dream come true (Breath of Life 1996, title page)

32 years later, this exhibition shares the truth of Gilbert’s sixty years of life. In what would have been his 92nd year, we have an opportunity to celebrate his life and art with images and poetry created during his lifetime along with some works editioned for the first time.

Gilbert is recognised as the first Aboriginal fine art printmaker, so it is most fitting that the exhibition includes many fine art lino prints expressing his core themes of a spiritual presence enhancing the cultural survival of his People against the seemingly insurmountable odds in an oppressive colonial system. His poetry is displayed on fine silk hangings. There are books to look at.

Installation image - Brian Rope

Installation image - Brian Rope

Installation image - Brian Rope

Installation image - Brian Rope

 And, of course, there are his black and white photographic prints, re-telling the stories of significant and most important moments in this country’s history. The Justice Freedom and Hope Convoy arriving at Yarra Bay La Perouse, then reaching the shores of Sydney Harbour where the invasion was being re-enacted. The March for Justice Banner displaying Xavier Herbert’s profound statement crystallising Australia’s then international image: White Australia: Not a Nation, but a community of thieves. The early morning march on the day Australia’s new Parliament House opened showing a banner with the words 40,000 years of Dreamtime, 200 years of nightmare.

Kevin Gilbert - Raising Our Sovereign Flag, Opening New Parliament House, Canberra, 9 May 1988

Kevin Gilbert - When Children March 1988 Silver gelatin Print

Kevin Gilbert - Liberation of Our Nations, 25 January 1988

Kevin Gilbert, Bird Cage Reserve, Murrumbidgee. Image courtesy of Ellie Gilbert

Reminders of events that happened, things for us to reflect on nearly 40 years later. What has changed? What has stayed the same?


This review is also available on the author's blog here.

Tuesday, April 2, 2024

Poison Berries

Exhibition Review: Photography | Brian Rope

Poison Berries | Janhavi Sharma

Photo Access | 15 March 2024 – 27 April 2024

Two exhibitions running concurrently explore identity and memory, in quite different ways. Poison Berries is one of them. 

Janhavi Sharma is a visual artist from India currently living and working in Nottingham, UK. In this exhibition she reflects on her childhood and heritage. She uses orange poison berries from her backyard layered over images as a metaphor relating to the interwoven continuity of time. There are 32 untitled inkjet prints displayed in a single group.

Installation image – provided by Photo Access

This artist often uses food in her practice as a mutating metaphor. Orange poison berries are an inedible fruit. Growing in the artist’s garden they attract songbirds and remind her of present pasts.

The booklet available in the gallery about this show contains many very expressive words about the poison berries written by Meher Manda, a writer, culture critic, editor and educator from Mumbai (Bombay), India but currently stationed in the USA. The material addresses a range of questions, including Why, Where and What are the poison berries? I found those words enormously valuable in understanding and appreciating the works on display. the artist feeds on a photograph for more Absolutely true. But here the viewers of the photographs not only feed on them for more but also should feed on the words.

Scan of middle pages of booklet

orange diffused at the foot of the plastic chair, durable, timeless refers to an image of just that. It is a good image. I would have enjoyed it completely devoid of context. But what is it all about here? Again, Manda’s words: say what the memory of one’s own forgone story? orange provide a starting point for our thoughts. What are your memories of your own forgone story? Are they merely a delicate thread woven into the fabric of your existence? Do they whisper secrets to you, only you? What do they reveal to you of journeys in your earlier life? Had you even forgotten them? As we grow older each of our memories, once vivid - even alive, fade into what some have described as quiet chambers of remembrance. How would you illustrate your memories before they fade so that you might recall them from those illustrations in your later life?

Janhavi Shama, Untitled 30 – installation image provided by Photo Access

In another image a child’s face is covered with the orange berries. She is standing alongside the trunk of a tree. A child limp on the stillness of a photograph. Her memory: orange. Again, words to stimulate our thinking, about what the author is saying relating to her memories. There are more in the booklet for you to read and consider as you stand before the block of images. About a mother’s orange bloodline. About a tree promising life yet bearing the poison berries.

Janhavi Shama, Untitled 27 – installation image provided by Photo Access

Another print features a small bird amongst the mainly bare branches of a shrub. Is it a hummingbird that fed on the berries before they fell from the branches? But wait on, it does not appear to be an evergreen shrub. sit on it and fly away … regurgitated as a photograph …. attracting … hummingbirds

Janhavi Shama, Untitled 16 – installation image provided by Photo Access

There is much more, in both the images and the words. Read about the what, when, where and why of the poison berries. Then, as you explore the images, consider both what they mean for the artist and what they mean us viewing them, whether we had orange berries in our past lives or not. As this artist has done, we should dare to reflect on our own childhoods, to explore the intersections between our gender, our memories and our relationships with physical environments.

This review is also available on the author's blog here.