FRONT GALLERY

TRUE COLOURS
by Thao Tran

CATALOGUE

Art has always felt like an escape for me, I spent a lot of my life escaping and trying to mute my true colours. 

This exhibition is a snapshot of intimate moments set in dreamscapes of internal and external spaces, not to escape into but to celebrate my journey of self-discovery and embrace the liberation of being a part of a wonderful community. 

(proceeds from art sales donated to Many Coloured Sky and Black Rainbow)

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BACK GALLERY

SLEEPWALKING THROUGH THE DOG WALKING
by Chris Vernon

CATALOGUE

As I walked my dog around the locked-down streets of Coburg during Melbourne winter, I
observed many scenes. Mundane moments – suburban brick houses, an empty basketball
court, people with deep frown lines and plastic bags swung low. 
 
By recording these ephemeral moments, they become permanent. Using a stripped-back
palette, the subject enters a surreal space. 

SIDE GALLERY

MY CUPPA TEA
by Yan Yan Candy Ng

CATALOGUE

My Cuppa Tea is my new artwork series, exploring the state of renewed beings and to reconnecting with the earth. I was inspired to create this series during an artist residency on Magnetic Island (QLD). Each ‘cup’ is my attempt to capture a memory; deep and special experiences, just like a good brew of tea.

I hope the series brings you sunshine and inspires you to create your own adventures!

This art project is supported by the City of Yarra

UPSTAIRS GALLERY

DWELLING IN THE CURVE OF A SHADOW
by Madeleine Lesjak-Atton

CATALOGUE

When I am at home I dwell. I experience modes of activity where I am reinventing myself in daily tasks and periods of stasis where I am immobilised. The shell of this space, its fluctuating caste, is a curtain.

The curtain is my protector, and I am dwelling in the curve of its shadow. It reflects a fatigued internal landscape; a knotted stomach, an obscured point-of-view and a curve of the spine that fosters discomfort. The curtain’s magnetism is such that light is both projected onto and filtered through its body, speckling the world with luminosity. 

The curtain envelopes me in folds that lead to places I will never reach and invites me to look at the majesty of skies beyond. In the undulating furrows and crimps of my home’s gentle armour, I am comforted. The curtain holds my attention, and I am dwelling in the curve of its shadow.