It was my birthday this month. While I attend more funerals than parties at this age, (77) I vowed to celebrate my birthday as a week long festa of lunches, events, excursions and frolicking. It was an action packed week; plays, lunches, exhibitions, new bars, family times, bookshops, coffee with friends, and then….the Crash…. this old body staggered back to the beach after a week of city living, soul tired, peopled out and needing solitude.
But in my hand was a gift I had chosen when a kind friend gave me a book voucher. It’s an art book about the paintings and life of an indigenous artist, Sally Gabori. I guess you’d call it a coffee table book. Big, heavy, impressive. But it’s not at all the type of book you flip through mindlessly. This book explodes with colour, energy, audacity and a life force that feels unstoppable. Along with images of her work, there are detailed explanations of her life, culture, language and influences which I found fascinating.
When did she start painting? At the age of 81! Yes that’s right. With no formal art training she started painting at the age of 81. Sally and her husband Pat Gabori were living in an aged care hostel on Mornington Island at the time. A talented weaver, she attended the Mornington Island Arts and Crafts Centre. It was here she was offered paints for the first time at a workshop in 2005. Over the next 10 years until her death in 2015 she produced over 2,000 paintings. Gabori represented Australia in the 55th Venice Biennale of 2013 and her works are held in the permanent collections of Musee du Quai Branly in Paris and many Australian galleries and private collections.
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It was my birthday this month. While I attend more funerals than parties at this age, (77) I vowed to celebrate my birthday as a week long festa of lunches, events, excursions and frolicking. It was an action packed week; plays, lunches, exhibitions, new bars, family times, bookshops, coffee with…
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