Seventh Gallery Again

Words by Paris Hokin Photos by Andy Donohoe

Seventh Gallery, 155 Gertrude Street, Fitzroy, Wednesday 20th June.

Post earthquake rumblings, Fitzroy’s hip gallery Seventh opened its door to a youthful crowd at 6 on the dot. Featured on “The Night screen” Emily O’Brien; ”Wash me, and I shall be purer than snow” meets you at the door, as does a big bowl of hot popcorn, for modern art enthusiasts. The intensely personal b&w silent short film can be seen from the street side too. It has been described as “exploring the human certainty of uncertainty in death”. Presenting a young woman covered head to toe in a skintight black leotard with diamantes glistening from it as she rubs her face and body in slow movements. There was much chitter-chatter and the crowd seemed to be more interested in swirling their reds and conversing with one another, than engaging with the art.

As we pushed past the young-uns, we came face to face with the “structural element” aka Gallery 2
Eric Demetriou
”… As much wood as a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood”. Which was by far the gutsiest feature on display. A white York Pacer Guitar hangs limply from a “Barbie” pink noose attached to a treadmill while Bandit 112 Amp pumps out the guitar’s vibrations. You can expect nauseous movements, confusion and quirky notes blaring out of the gallery. I have deep concern for your eardrums. Enter this gallery at your own risk. My favourite, Gallery 1, Alex Penfold
’s “Tubular Fumes”
 was all very secretive and did not give anything away in the program. I won’t give too much away. Featured on one wall, we named, The One-Man Band- faint black and white print- a mash up of an astronaut with a musician freak, displays a drum kit hanging off his back like an ugly hunch. And those spacey prints with digital 0’s bordering the frame, dribbled in pastel colours, make the trio pretty, dreamy pieces.

In the Project Space, Marianna Jadova’s
”FATA MORGANA” is viewed through a small peepy hole. One bottom at a time, we sat on the tiny velvet bench, and peered into a magician’s black box that exposed dark incomprehensible shapes and movements. This project definitely had a curiosity element to it, as we were lured back several times, to make sense of the perplexing images. Also worth checking out is the Workers Window: Simon Gardam “slowness” is on display.