A smuggler’s trade, your skins and fat for my marching armies fuses imagined sites and actual places with notions of success and failure, un/healthy competition, survival. In the cool night light, strange walls of foliage become barriers, confidence courses appear militaristic and unsafe, golf flags testify to […]
All posts tagged: Painting
Vesuvius and you. 2013 – 2014
Vesuvius and You Part 2 (The Restructure). An elaborate game of tactic – but mostly chance – is being had. We see lazy dog bombs, menhirs, ice bergs, broken boats, spears, figureheads formed out of red clay dug up from the volcano closest to where […]
Taipei. 2013
This series of drawings was produced at the Taipei Artist Village Residency Programme in January 2013. The project was about reacting to the site & ideally arriving at a series of distilled or essential qualities, without recourse to the literal. Taipei is a very complicated […]
Gully. 2013-2014
I began this series by documenting (with photography) areas of Oakley Creek (Auckland, New Zealand) near where I work and live. The site is of historical and environmental import. I was especially interested in the Mount Albert end where the restoration is not yet […]
Celanie. 2012
Celanie (2012) Celanie: Poems & Drawings after Paul Celan. Poems by Jack Ross & Drawings by Emma Smith. Introduction by Jack Ross. Afterword by Bronwyn Lloyd. ISBN: 978-0-473-22484-4. Pania Samplers, 3. Auckland: Pania Press, 2012. 168 pp. [cover design: Ellen Portch / Cover image: Emma […]
skin & The dark row of the roofs. 2009 – 2011
Emma Smith ,You pulled over to write it down, Mixed media on paper, 420 x 594 mm 2011 Working on paper has always been a staple – the Personality of things is still a concern albeit less obviously here . As always there is a […]
Mein Liebeswald Krankenhaus. 2005 – 2006
Clown tamer, Mixed media on paper, 210 x 150 mm, 2006 Wolfwhistler, Mixed media on paper, 210 x 150 mm, 2006 Works from series Mein leibes Krankenhaus were completed in London in 2006 and 2007.They were in some part based on my imaginings of a strange […]
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