one more from the archive…

Syllable No. 3 (& the last) Winter 1985… farewell to Carmel Bird. Berni Janssen & FJS carry on and publish a couple of books under the Fillia Press imprint up to 1987, after which many involvements come to an end, not least my dedication to Collected Works Bookshop. I suspect the necessities of life got in the way i.e. paid work, and possibly there was some divergence in opinion and direction. Best not to dwell… There might be a roman-à-clef in there one day 😉

Not my finest artwork for this cover but I’m intrigued by my contribution to this issue, Guston Dream, a ‘sort of’ review of the exhibition of Philip Guston’s late works at the National Gallery of Victoria, 18.08.1984 to 16.09.1984. The piece is ‘sort of’ ficto-critical long before I’d ever heard the term; definitely ekphrastic; and determinately philosophical.

‘He is the Hollow Man – I made him          cardboard & clag body of cylinders, the puppet grows giant & strong          enough to crush. I would break him, but he holds the hammer          falls & the last nail driven in completes the scaffold…’ I believe this refers to Courtroom, 1970.

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Read more here… FJS-Guston Dream-Syllable 03

 

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About Francesca Jurate Sasnaitis

Me = Francesca Jurate Kristina Sasnaitis... also known as Jūrytė/ Jūrytėle/ Jūračiuk/ Jurachook/ U-Russia/ Urata/ Rata/ Jay-bird/ Jay-peg/ Miss J/ Big J/ France/ Franca.... Sasna/ Fox/ Greville/ Knight... and Nerada Netis... as far as I can remember... oh, and there's still room for Kristina... somewhere, sometime... Me = drew, painted, made sculpture, then stopped; printed photographs, then stopped; wrote, then stopped; made furniture, then stopped; made prints, then stopped; became a bookseller and stopped; wrote some more, kept writing some... and more... started painting again... sold a few more books... stopped... wrote some more, kept writing some... and more... and now seeing words, writing images... was that last bit too wanky? What goes around comes around, I guess...
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