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Right, where was I?

1.25 pm, Tue Nov 8, 2016 – Monsieur Sublet, with the laptop, in the reading room, Bibliotheque Sainte-Genevieve, Paris, France.

It’s been quite some time since we last communicated, and much has passed through my system…via Melbourne, Tassie, Europe, Africa, Tassie and back north again.

In this edition:

1) Le Temps du Regard Exhibition in Paris.
2) Home Studio Sale – Charlie Sublet and Helene Rajcak, Sun Nov 27, 2016, Paris.
3) Runner-Up Award – University of Tasmania’s 125th Anniversary Exhibition, The Field
4) From the Archives – ‘Man & Dog’, Delhi, India, 2011
5) Random Bits – Annus Horribilis



1)
Le Temps du Regard Exhibition – Paris, France.

Apologies for the late notice, but I’ve just finished a show in Paris – a series of images from across Australia, exhibited at the ‘Centre Hepato-Biliaire’, L’Hopital Paul-Brousse. Thanks to Le Ministere de la Cuture, La Mairie de Villejuif, L’Hopital Paul-Brousse and curators Jeanne Gatard and Helene Rajcak.

Images available for sale. View the image gallery here.

csublet_untitledvi_4web                                     ‘Untitled VI’, 2016


2)
Home Studio Sale – Sun Nov 27, 2016. 3 – 6 pm. Paris

Helene Rajcak (children’s book author/illustrator/painter) and I will have works on sale in our home studio at 17 Rue Poliveau, Paris, 75005. Google Map. All welcome. (contact me for the building entry code).

There will be photographs (on stone, ceramic and paper), children’s books, illustrations and paintings. View Helene’s books and samples of her illustrations/paintings. Samples of my works on ceramic, stone and in ‘matchbox miniatures’ are below. Click on an image for a larger version.


3)
Runner-up Award – University of Tasmania’s 125th Anniversary Exhibition, The Field

I was happy to receive the Runner-Up Award at this exhibition for my image, ‘The Price of Admission’. The show was curated by Amelia Rowe and judged by David Keeling (Two-time Glover Prize-winning painter) and Dr Jane Deeth (arts writer, curator and educator) who said they found themselves returning again and again to this image. You can watch Jane’s TedX talk, ‘What’s Wrong with Contemporary Art’ here.

csublet_thepriceofadmission     ‘The Price of Admission’, 2015

 

4) From the Archive – ‘Man & Dog’, 2011 (Delhi, India)

 mananddog_2011_csublet_450p                                     ‘Man & Dog’, 2011

5) Random Bits – Taking liberties with Queen Elizabeth II, I can describe 2015 as my annus horribilis, with respect to the departure of several friends and relatives, including my Dad. Make the most of the time you have and let those you love know it. Here’s a pick of Dad et moi in my early years – presumably not an annus horribilis. Note the low angle perspective – pic taken by my brother on his Box Brownie.

dadetmoi                                     ‘Dad et Moi’, Circa 1971/2
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Image from the article ’32-incredible-powers-of-queen-elizabeth-ii-you-didnt-know-she-had’. Ha!

Thanks for listening and all the best for the remainder of 2016 and beyond.

Bye for now,

Charlie

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It’s Time. I’m Off. – Massive Studio Clear-Out Sale

2.27 pm, Wed Jan 28, 2015. Seat 64, Coach 14 – Somewhere under the English Channel.

Yes, it’s true, I’m currently typing underwater. Held my breath as I left London – Hoping to make it to Paris.

In this edition:

1) Studio Clear-Out Sale. For One Day Only! Sunday Feb 8, 12 – 6 pm.
2) Pic of the Month – ‘Jeanne d’Arc’, Paris, France, 2015
3) From the Archives – ‘Yellow Pole’, Brighton, UK, circa 2008
4) Random Stuff – French artist, Helene Rajcak.


1) Studio Clear-Out Sale: It’s Time folks. After 6 years based at The Abbotsford Convent, I’m setting sail for the Big Apple…(Isle) – that’s right…Tassie! For those unaware of where she lays, she’s about as far from the beautiful mad world as possible, amidst beautiful wild wilderness. Next stop Antarctica! So I’m having a massive sale of photographic images to share the past and raise funds for the future. All welcome so feel free to spread the word.

Prices: Discounted by up to 50%. Some below cost. Prices from as little as $5 up to $995.

When? Sunday Feb 8, 12 – 6 pm.

What’s for Sale?Visit the gallery to see a selection of what’s on offer, including:

  • Limited Edition exhibition prints from all my previous exhibitions;
  • Non-editioned prints from small projects and random shoots;
  • Test prints;
  • Prints on acrylic and Prints on stone;
  • Copies of prints held by The State Library of Victoria and other permanent collections;
  • Frames, big and small.
  • And also some prints from my Kimberley colleague, Hunter G. Remember this image?…

‘Iron Storm’, Halls Creek, The Kimberley, 2013

Where? Studio C2:48, 2nd Floor, Main Convent Building, Abbotsford Convent, 1 St Heliers St, Abbotsford. Refer Google Map or Melways Map 44 G5. And check out this fantabulous convent building map…(click to enlarge/download)…

Convent Building Map

Convent Building Map. Bits in red, Copyright Me, 2015.

And if you’re still having trouble navigating the nuns’ maze after you arrive, call me on 0410 757 202 from your near-but-far wilderness location and I’ll guide you in.

A sincere thanks to everyone who has been part of this intriguing wild ride over the past 6-odd years (sometimes with the emphasis on odd). I hope you can make it down to say hello, goodbye and buy, buy, buy!

2) Pic of the Month – ‘Jeanne d’Arc’. Paris, France, 2015

'Jeanne d'Arc', Paris, 2015

‘Jeanne d’Arc’ – Paris, 2015

3) From the Archive – ‘Yellow Pole’. Brighton, England, circa 2008.

'Yellow Pole, Brighton, England, Circa 2008

‘Yellow Pole’ – Brighton, England, Circa 2008

4) Random Stuff – check out the work of wunderbar French artist, Helene Rajcak, who makes wonderful drawings for children’s books, paintings for exhibitions, and other stuff too.

From the children's book 'La Lune Nue', 2006

From the book ‘La Lune Nue’. Helene Rajcak, 2006

Thanks for listening & I hope to see you drop by the studio for the last hurrah on Feb 8.

With love and best wishes. Bye for now,

 Charlie

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Article – After The Deluge

A version of the following article and images appeared in edition 373 of ‘The Big Issue‘ magazine in Jan 2011. To see the full series of images visit the gallery

After The Deluge

Across the Christian world, from New York to Paris, Launceston to Lapland, I am the centre of attention, albeit briefly. I stand and wait obediently, bearing the weight of decorations and shadowy family tensions. I am the living, breathing and already slowly dying annual Christmas tree, dramatically severed at the base.

I am a role player, trying to soothe broken hearts and minds and create a semblance of calm amidst the enforced festive frenzy. It’s a difficult job but having kids around lightens the load, except when they pluck my fine fingers from my abundant arms.

The build-up to this once-a-year festival is frenetic and full of contradictory emotions. But much more striking is the post-festive ‘come-down’. It is mercilessly abrupt – like the chainsaw that felled me the first time. Now, once the festival of contradictions is over, I am forgotten. Wrestled from my hold I am unceremoniously and roughly dumped, usually on the nature strip, left to die a slow and lonely, yet at times strangely peaceful, death amidst the fresh green grass.

And that’s if I’m lucky. At other times you may find me torn limb from limb on the unforgiving sidewalk asphalt or, as humiliatingly occurred to me in Paris, left drooping and dejected outside a psychiatrist’s office.

I am left, abandoned and paralysed, to face the weather and suffer the ignominy of passing mongrels lifting their hairy legs to mark their territory – me. Now I belong to them, and the streets. Oh, what a fall from such ceremonial heights. From being the centrepiece, the beacon and the Mecca to which the worshippers of consumption make their annual pilgrimage, to now this – a forgotten, forlorn, ignored, shunned and even despised outcast. I am the post-Christmas Christmas tree, felled from great heights.

Needle by green-brown needle I lose my clothes until I am bare, barren, nothing more than skin and bone. My plentiful and once graceful fingers lie curling on the ground, strewn hither and thither by the winds and passing feet.

Occasionally there is an exception to this depressing end on the streets. The homeless folk along the Canal du St Martin in Paris kept me in good company for many weeks after one Christmas, appreciated and clothed in tinsel, living whilst dying amongst a flock who also know what it means to live and sometimes die on the streets. They gave me care, attention and respect, even if their canine friends didn’t.

But either way I s’pose we all end up in the same place. Hopefully I’ll eventually be mulched, to support my millions of growing but doomed cousins around the globe.