Tag Archives: Kerrie Stratford

#3 dume, sculptures . kerrie stratford, drawings

April 2013

a limestone sculpted form

#3 Dume, limestone, detail (2013)

These limestone sculptural works were carved as ‘exercises’ for the Beachport sculpture park project D’Un Bout à l’Autre/From One Side to the Other, a collaborative art exchange between the communities of Beachport (Australia) and La Ferté St Aubin (France).

Dume has tested the limits of limestone for delicate and complex shapes.

Now they are independent works of art.

#3 Kerrie Stratford. Drawings

Some of these drawings have become paintings, some haven’t, and some might.

Drawings though are of their own kind, expressing themselves differently from paintings; line is their entire structure – line on white paper. White is their ground, they spring from white, bare, vulnerable even; each line carries the weight of the image; where there is colour it is built line by line (a different process to brush stroke, a different use of the body).  There are messages in the drawings, and these require a little time and are ‘as one finds them’, like signs, intuitions, dreams, memories. There are women, men, armour/adornments, animals, birds, and scenarios; they are all presented head-on and from their own times and spaces – these times and spaces (floating, rising, falling, released from narrative) inform appearance (and their stillness, caught, stylized, is like a moment passing through thought/realms, and we are there).

# 1 material world

January 2013

Material World, detail

Kerrie Stratford . Aldo Iacobelli . Pam Hales
Louise Haselton . Roger Smith . Linda Walker
Teri Hoskin . Kay Lawrence

The ‘material world’ is everywhere, everything, and every time and every thought. The feel of things, and their appearance – matter and matters. It takes ages to make an artwork, even if it’s done in a moment, like a stitch; it’s taken life so far. Small brush marks, colours, weaves, whole bodies, memories, stones, bones, wood, yarn, sand, salt; in all, a process of making-for-making, and the solitude necessary. Art comes from somewhere; one’s tiny presence on earth; events, disasters, pleasures, worries, loss, hope, tenderness. It’s a fragile (material) world, worn and wearing, yet resilient, generous, beautiful, wild; its material of all tenses, tensions, weights, densities, and tempers, and it play out in all shapes and forms. The artist looks carefully, closely, and gathers.
LMW #1, January 2013