Industrial Cathedral

Industrial Cathedral
"Industrial Cathedral" charcoal on paper 131 x 131 cm Jane Bennett. Finalist in 1998 Dobell Drawing Prize Art Gallery of NSW Finalist 1998 Blake Prize Winner 1998 Hunter's Hill Open Art Prize

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Sydney, NSW, Australia
I'm an Industrial Heritage Artist who paints "en plein air".If it's damaged, derelict, doomed and about to disappear, I'll be there to paint it.

Thursday, 2 May 2019

Selfie at South Eveleigh (Watching the forge fires fade)

I don't usually paint self portraits, but this is the exception.
I've been asked to exhibit in "Selfie", an exhibition of self portraits by artists who don't normally specialize in portraiture.
I have painted myself in front of the largest surviving forge remaining in Australia, the Eveleigh Locomotive Workshop
"Selfie" is on display from 11th - 26th May at 1047 Gallery, 1047 Botany Road Mascot.
Opening Saturday 11th may 2-5pm, closing drinks 26th May 2-4pm.
 Open Saturday & Sunday 11 am - 4pm
0401 037 359     ten-forty-seven@mail.com

Invitation to "Selfie" Exhibition at 1047 Gallery, 1047 Botany Road Mascot
Invitation to "Selfie" Exhibition at 1047 Gallery
















 

self portrait with blacksmith forging at Eveleigh Works, South Eveleigh by industrial Heritage artist Jane Bennett
 E158 'Watching the forge fires fade'
 2019 acrylic on canvas 31 x 61cm
 










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From 1886 until the 1980s, the Blacksmith’s Workshop produced equipment and parts for manufacturing and maintaining steam locomotives.
The modern blacksmiths of Eveleigh Works still use traditional machinery in homage to this bygone era of steam trains and handmade tools.
However, despite their much-loved status as icons of industrial heritage, the blacksmiths face an uncertain fate as a Woolworths will be built next door. 
In the maelstrom of inner city gentrification, blacksmiths are anachronisms; living fossils from the 19th century.
Much like plein air painters, I suppose.
The deep shadows and dramatic lighting of the forge evoke the evocative, melancholy poetry of nocturnal scenes painted by my heroes Caravaggio, Joseph Wright of Derby and Georges de la Tour. Their nocturnes are ‘memento mori’ paintings contemplating  transience and mortality. The flickering flame will soon be extinguished. 
My canvas is cloaked in darkness, yet a flash of intense illumination throws eerie green highlights across my face. Behind me the blacksmith darts gracefully backwards and forwards in his dangerous dance with fire.
My face looms in the foreground towards the viewer, lost in thought. My gaze doesn’t meet the viewer directly, but peers intently at something just out of sight. Am I looking back in nostalgia to the past, or staring warily at an unknown future?

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