Places can embody our emotions in a most peculiar and powerful way. For some time my work has focused on a sensation which Freud described as the uncanny. A disturbing subversion of the idea of home in which a brooding sense of unease is experienced in the domestic environment. If homeliness can typically be described as a sense of safety, comfort, belonging, and the mundane then the uncanny is its opposite; a sense of danger, dislocation, anxiety and potentially a feeling that some supernatural presence has invaded the security of the everyday.
Melrose Park is the suburb I grew up in. It is directly across the Parramatta River from Homebush, skirted by the river, a golf course, Victoria Rd and the Wharf Rd factories. A tiny suburb of post war brick bungalows where one can sense a nostalgia for the idea of home that suburbia once ideologically embodied. There is also the presence of other forces, the river with its pungent smell of mangroves, its sense of remnant wildness and another peoples’ history far predating the red brick, and the factories which hum with industry even at night. Considering the concerns within my work it became apparent that my own childhood home would be an interesting place to explore.
GALLERY 2 (Don’t) beat yourself up about it Rachel Scott
By deconstructing the process of art making through the filters of Minimalist painting, Conceptual and Performance art, the work investigates the roles played by both the artist and the structures and materials of the painting process. Dissolving the distinction between art and life, the work acknowledges the individual’s psychological world, simultaneously perpetuating and critiquing the contemporary compulsion for one’s existence to be expressed and inscribed through the camera lens.