Gracia Haby and Louise Jennison | A Whisker of Light

February 3 2018 — April 29 2018

Gracia Haby & Louise Jennison, I think all the world is falling (detail), 2017, 8 page concertina artists’ book, inkjet print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag 308gsm, with covers mounted on gold-trimmed board, housed in a printed slipcase on 225gsm Buffalo board Printed by Arten (covers, pages), printed by Bambra Press (slipcase), edition of 6, with an artists proof

Gracia Haby & Louise Jennison use an armoury of play and perhaps the poetic to lure you closer in their artists’ books, prints, zines, drawings, and collages. Within their work, the animal is often there to question humankinds’ behaviour, the moral principles one governs the self by, exploring our relationship with the natural world. Leaving their scenes open-ended, they invite you to ponder and perhaps find that things are not always as they first appear.

Their artists’ books can be found in the collections of: Artspace Mackay; Bibliotheca Librorum Apud Artificem; Deakin University Library; Melbourne Museum; Melbourne University Library; Monash University Library; Mornington Peninsula Regional Gallery; National Gallery of Australia; National Gallery of Victoria; National Library of Australia; RMIT University Library; State Library of New South Wales; State Library of Victoria; State Library of Queensland; Tate (UK); University of the West of England (UK).

A Whisker of Light is an exhibition of works on paper by Gracia Haby and Louise Jennison, comprised of a flock of twenty-one birds both floating on the wall and framed, five concertina artists’ books, four hundred and forty-six postcard collages arranged in tonal gradation, and one rogue Delias hübner.

I closed my eyes, to look at the stars. I laid my head, to explore the wilderness. I coiled up upon a rock, to feel what it was to scamper, and glide, and ultimately soar, and I did so knowing that you were my eyes and ears. I blotted out the day, and replanted it anew.

With your hand on my cheek, I looked up at the sky. In the hug of your tail, I felt my skin prickle and burn.

I was stationary, and yet I was leaping. I was warm, and yet I was stone.

(From the artists’ book, A warmed pebble in my hand)

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