Saturday, April 18, 2009

Thursday, April 16, 2009

two poems of anxiety

a thousand now (2009), Luke Tipene 594x420

The word 'now', repeatedly written one thousand times.




monologue of a liar (2009), Luke Tipene 594x420

The word 'truth', repeatedly written so as to fill
a 594x420 piece of cartridge paper.




Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Color Theory





Color is life; for a world without colors appears to us as dead. Colors are primordial ideas, children of the aboriginal colorless light and its counterpart, colorless darkness. As flame begets light, so light engenders colors. Colors are the children of light, and light is their mother. Light, that first phenomenon of the world, reveals to us the spirit and living soul of the world through colors.

Johannes Itten

Friday, April 3, 2009

TURN AND DRAW!!

Untitled (2009), Luke Tipene

TURN AND DRAW is a group exhibition featuring emerging Sydney artists Tony Curran, Luke Tipene, and Tina Salama. Having met on an all expenses paid British Council "art holiday" in Edinburgh, now they're back to the drawing board. Turning from their more conceptual three-dimensional work this troupe of talent coincidentally discovered that they're latest thing was experimental drawing techniques. This exhibition features a range of drawing approaches from movement studies, abstracts, windswept and figurative works.

This show opens on Wednesday 8th of April at THE WALL at THE WORLD BAR featuring DJs SLEATER BROCKMAN, CASSETTE, 2ONAJOYRIDE MAT MURDOCK.


Come along to 42 Bayswater Rd, Sydney's Kings Cross. Doors open at 8 till late!

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Untitled (2009), Luke Tipene 160x120

The body





The most important things are the hardest things to say.

They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.

And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.


That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.