CALLUM MORTON

You need to cast your eyes upwards to see them, crane your neck a little. When we spend most of our time these days with downcast eyes staring at those little screens, this, at the very least, is an opportunity to exercise another muscle.

These works resemble abandoned signs in as much as their use, their language, what they signify, has been removed and erased. But instead of being a rough copy with a gritty skeleton left behind, they are reimagined here with newly assembled and overly complicated structure, pattern and colour.

This is an excess borrowed from the random combinations of the street and indeed I have imagined the gallery, this very particular room, to resemble a public square in a small town.

At the gallery entrance are a series of ten small, close cropped pencil and gouache drawings of nameless doors. Some of these were found down laneways, back entrances in hidden alcoves. Others are doors to utility boxes or doors erased by dense graffiti. In the small gallery a gridded collection of more drawings that range across repeated themes. Water drops, liquid spills, drawn holes in fading and smoke filled skies and comic smoke puffs. All of them intimate something at the edge of things, of our natural resources teetering and delicate.

Through this week with the install crew, we have been humming, whistling and singing that working class anthem ‘Dirty Old Town’ over and over. The song, originally written in 1949 by Ewan MacCall about his hometown of Salford, a heavily industrialized town in North West England, was popularised by Shane MacGowan and The Pogues in 1985. Macgowan’s rasping and raucous lilt, singing about lovers, factory walls, smoke stacks and the old canal, somehow binds this show together, with its combination of sweet longing and gritty lives.

I have been worried about reinventing the cheap and desolate as a bit pretty, but as a friend said quite simply the other day; “There’s nothing wrong with pretty.”

There’s nothing wrong with pretty.

Text by Callum Morton. Courtesy Roslyn Oxley9 Gallery, Sydney