“I’m a sticky beak…” Angus Nivison
I can never get enough art. I have proven this by the use of my time. I listen to podcasts whilst driving, on the train and now even peeling vegetables. There is always a backlog of something to listen to and this week I chose a great podcast by Angus Nivison, Wendy Sharpe and R. Ian Lloyd. It was recorded at the State Library of NSW to coincide with the launch of one of my favourite books, Studio by John McDonald and R. Ian Lloyd. They were talking about the photo shots of their studios and listening over freshly de-strung beans, I tried to remember what they were like. All I remembered was that I identified with Angus Nivison the most when I first bought the book back in 2007.
Today I pulled the book out and was keen to have another look after so long. I’m not as Baconesque as Nivison’s studio but it was the similar materials, looking at the same books such as Bonnard, Giacometti, Indigenous art and open art mags that made it feel familiar. It’s the studio I would have if there was more room leaving empty cans, stiffened brushes and empty tape rolls behind me in my wake. In contrast Wendy Sharpe’s studio feels like a workplace. It appears to have the ability to perform without too much distraction or threat of injury, surrounded by working paintings. There are no tempting paint stained books open to trip over and cause loss of focus. Shes does mention in the interview a central table where the books can be safely ogled. I have tried this in the past but as you can see from the last photo, the table was close to the point of collapse after a short while.
In the podcast the photographer talks about his experiences of first impressions. The photos in this book are simply brilliant and the photo of Nivison’s studio taken while hanging from open rafters captures what I would love to do, flying overhead taking in the experience of studio-envy. In Angus Nivison’s words “I’m a sticky beak….”
Just another note, I also bought the DVD at the same time. I have loaned this to someone and cannot remember who. If it’s you please PLEASE give it back I love it and miss it. I can assure you it’s not in this mess.