Painter de-materialising in the Paintscape (22 great walks of lutruwita)

$10,500.00

Artist Name josh foley
Dimensions 90cm x 120cm
Medium Oil, ink, acrylic, epoxy putty, and synthetic polymer paint on board
Artist Location TAS

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About Artist

Josh Foley, (B. 1983) holds a Bachelor of Contemporary Art (Hons) from the University of Tasmania. He has exhibited extensively throughout Australia and has received prestigious awards, grants and residencies. His work is held in many public and private collections throughout Australia and the U.S.A., notably, in the collections of the Queen Victoria Museum & Art Gallery, MONA, Tasmanian Government, Macquarie Bank, ArtBank & University of Tasmania.

In 2011 Josh won The John Glover Prize which was then the richest landscape prize in Australia. Winning this award at the age of 27 Josh remains the youngest person to achieve this. Anthony Bond OAM, speaking in 2011, then Curator of International Art at the Art Gallery of New South Wales and head judge of the Glover prize 2011, said of Josh’s work; it’s “…talking about the whole history of the conventions of western painting.”

Recent solo exhibitions include: Suspended Animation at Lennox St. Gallery, Richmond, VIC (2024); Hyper at Despard Gallery, Hobart (2023); After Image at Metro Gallery, Armadale, VIC (2022); The Spectre of Volatile Appearances at Despard Gallery, Hobart (2021); New Percepts at Despard Gallery, Hobart (2020); Calculating Infinity at Queen Victoria Museum & Art Gallery, Launceston (MONA FOMA program) (2020); The Disrupted Gaze at Despard Gallery, Hobart (2017); Blue Lines at MOP Projects: Hosted by Galerie pompom, Sydney (2015); PPI at Gallerysmith, North Melbourne (2015); Transference at Devonport Regional Gallery, Devonport (2014); Caffeine as part of PAINTFACE Curated by Polly Dance at Constance ARI, Hobart (2014)

Artist Statement

The journey through bushwalks around Tasmania and studying the micro of its flora and fauna and then stepping back and thinking about it in the studio is akin to guiding oneself through dense thickets and mossy woods by nothing more than some coloured plastic nailed to a tree. You emerge out into the open air high upon a ridge, the journey of the painter embedded in his paints hands dirtied in his frenzy, clambering over boulders, wading through mud – to secure his vision: rain, hail or shine.