I’ve been on holidays as you might know, and I went to Melbourne for a few days last week – first time for ages. I love to go to the art gallery when I am there, and saw a few fantastic exhibitions. In particular I loved the work of Patrick Pound, who was born in New Zealand and has lived in Melbourne since the late 1980’s. He’s more of a collector than a creator I think (though he makes the collections and shows them in such a careful, creative way). He collects and thinks about and displays all kinds of things, but particularly photographs. The photos come from all over the place – he buys lots of them off of e-bay – and then he arranges them in themes. I found them mesmerising and beautiful – the numbers of images (hundreds of them), the way he noticed what was in each one, the way these anonymous, discarded scraps of paper created something that was special and delicate and unforgettable – hints of life, instants of life, passing glimpses of life.
The pictures I’ve got don’t really do justice to the totality of the exhibition – there was a lot more to it than the photos for one thing, and what is below just gives a little idea, but believe me it was wonderful… I have got some of four of his ‘collections’ – photos that include the shadow of the photographer; pictures that show ‘air’ in some way (this was my favourite, billowing dresses, birthday candles being blown out, flapping ties and hair going everywhere, birds, planes, on and on); pictures of ‘doubles’ of various kinds; and pictures that include lamps.