Carlie Norma Germs


Boorloo (Perth), Western Australia.





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At this moment, pre-assessment, post project development, midst the oiled machinations of fabrication,

I am theorising my practice as a process of speculative material reversal, the materiality of material is dematerialised and the immaterial nature of intangible things is condensed into a material fabulation of its conceptualisation.


This process of over-saturating an idea stimulates a kind of imaginative point of diffraction, the potential beginnings of an intra-active relationship. This in itself is the pointy end of this semesters work, the light beams strongest point of focus before diffraction into the next evolution.

Fabrication: (noun) the action or process of manufacturing or inventing something.

Manufacture:(verb) make or produce (something abstract) in a merely mechanical way.

Not that the oiled machinations of fabrication are anything to be sniffed at, the joy of measuring out a strip of equilateral triangles that are all cut within 1mm of each other is an honestly earned moment of ecstasy. I am suspicious of the contemporary relationship between creative endevour, artisanship and artistic practice, and for me creating the sculpture element of this artwork has become like working in a factory.

Warhol obviously named his studio ‘the factory’ after the compelling fruits of comercializing his practice, treading in the steps of andy warhol and jeff koonz is not an attractive thought no matter what my bank balance is.

The romanitic nature of an artisan is much more inviting, however endless streams of gentle Les Blank documentarys about authentic tea picking and garlic fanciers tell me it’s all early mornings and I’ll be 80 before anyone pays my work any mind. I honestly dont have the patience to keep up such a practice.

I cannot decide if I love or hate this feeling, it lives in that horseshoe area between the two. Repetition, precision and manual labor put me to sleep at 9.30 pm last night so there is something to be said for that.

I have no desire to count the accreation of triangles, but for material preparation (AKA ransacking the three closest Bunnings for 35mm butt end hinges) it must be done, at last count I had connected over 60 triangles, with another 40 cut and predrilled, with a further 87 hinges to be put together. It’s a lot of aluminium (A-luMIN-I-um or al-U-mini-UM I like both)