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We've been at it for a year (ish. like a high school couple, we have many anniversaries). Please enjoy our first video as we look back on writing about art, what criticism means to us, and what you can look forward to! I’m so proud of what we’ve achieved as Lowbrow so far, and we have so many exciting things still to come. Shout out to both of our Mums for being our biggest fans since day one, all of our wonderful supporters (including two ex-boyfriends), RMIT for bringing us together, and ourselves for making it happen week in week out.
We went to see Weightless Matter at Oddaný directly after visiting the Affordable Art Fair. Let me tell you those two experiences couldn’t be further apart even if they tried. But I’m decidedly not going to tell you about the Kmart stock room we found at the exhibition building masquerading as “affordable”, instead I’m going to tell you about Ava Nunan’s poetic responses to Max Frances’ abstract paintings currently on show at Oddaný.
In the absence of any true entry level gallery representation, some of Melbourne’s brightest young artists are best found on tiktok. In the hopes of exploring our truly lowbrow Melbourne art scene, please enjoy the first in what I hope is a series on the creators I am finding most inspiring on your most addictive short form video platform.
Warsan Mohammed crafts a palpable narrative about longing and belonging in her solo show To Ourselves. Hillvale Gallery’s walls have been painted a deep burgundy for the occasion, bringing out the rich colours in the photos. In an age where we can hardly see what’s happening in our movies and TV shows with their dark and moody colour palettes, Mohammed’s warm deep colours are heartfelt and true. These are fantastically crafted images that have a depth that’s difficult to create in a still.
Sydney is not a city I spend much time in. Between the ever increasing cost of flights, and that a singular sandwich was going to run me $29, weekend sojourns are not often in the cards. The only thing that could get me on a Westjet flight at 645am is love – platonic, lifelong, very true love. And the promise of an extra day to see as much art as possible. I did go to the AGNSW (and loved the Young Archie and And Still I Rise) and of course White Rabbit, but we aren’t going (that) highbrow today.
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