Gough and Margaret’s Bullclip performance, produced by Awesome Black for Maito Weekender, The Family Hotel, Maitland, NSW, Pics by Teresa Tan, 25 January 2026
Gough and Margaret’s Bullclip FM at First Draft
Advance Australia Fair Anathematic anthem Sung generation and nation-wide Lacking diaphragmatic delivery
In short, the song sucks. Suppose we had options? Suppose we write our own? Guess what? In the ’70s PM Gough Whitlam held an anthem quest to replace God Save the Queen. The Australian people responded eagerly with entries in notation, lyric and tape-recorded form. One newspaper promised national radio play. But all submissions were turfed. Dumpsterdiving the national archives, I found them! The dirty dirges with an urge to be heard, held together by a heavy-duty stationery clip from Gough’s office.
Obsessed, I got swept through Qld floods to sing a re-enacted anthem to dairy cows from my sister’s amplified van. On another occasion, I discovered antique Australian AI content by four humans and one ICL 1904A computer (called Fred).
“We had Fred assist us by generating several hundred mathematical hybrids, or compromises, between the two melodies Waltzing Matilda and Advance Australia Fair”
Following Fred’s formula, but using anthem entries, I am reanimating a monster mash for Firstdraft.
Aim: Produce hand on heart beats from failed anthem entries Method:
The mashups will be treated through Ross Hannaford’s 1974 Space Echo unit – after all, anthems come from antiphon… Call and response singing… singing… Is a coo wee an antiphon? An echo bouncing off the walls? When the quest was on Australia was doing the Eagle Rock. I’m hoping Daddy Cool’s Space Echo makes these patriotic pieces less daggy and more dancey.
After curious examination Of The Voice(s) of our nation (and trying to understand it) I present my findings
All are invited. Copyright or wrong, Gough and Margaret’s Bullclip FM is a performance of CPR on the composting compositions, giving air to the couldabeens that diva belter Delta might have graced the SCG with. We all stand and sing along, diaphragms expanded.Imagine.
Gough and Margaret’s Bullclip FM, First Draft, Eora, pics by Jessica Maurer Dec 2025
Georgia Lucy, Gough and Margaret’s Bullclip FM, 2025, multimedia installation with sound featuring: – Bullclip, courtesy Gough Whitlam’s office – Ross Hannaford’s Space Echo, crayon drawing on paper – Gallo Dairy Cheese and Chocolate Stubby Cooler – Archival Shrapnel People, assemblage, original anthem entry stationery, salvaged speaker magnets, pipes of Woolloomooloo, dimensions variable – Anthem Antidote, single channel video projection, headphones, 16 minutes – Untitled, looping video across three screens – Fred Stylin’, sound installation, radios receiving FM broadcast of mashups of selected national anthem quest entries (mashup created with Callum Cusick), paper puppets, string, dimensions variable
Gough and Margaret’s Bullclip at Next Wave
Kickstart Showcase, Next Wave, Narm, Gough and Margaret’s Bullclip, Pics by Mae Hartirckoct Oct 2025
Gough and Margaret’s Bullclip at the Whitlam Institute
Gough and Margaret’s Bullclip at The Whitlam Institute, pics by Dusty Anastassiou Nov 2025
2 iterations of a work made for Between buildings as between stars, a group show curated by Amber Koroluk-Stephenson at Rosny Barn 2024 and Devonport Regional Art Gallery 2025
Soap Stars II, soap and steel, 2025, Photos by Angela Casey
Soap Stars II
Soap and Steel.
Soap Stars II is a Milky Way. It is constructed from soaps abandoned in the basin vanities and ceramic clams of the hotel where I perform my duties as housekeeper. A 3-4 star rating.
For the past year I’ve held the keys to the intimate spaces of tourists of Tasmania. When I test the television I can see what they’ve been watching: day-time TV. And by the time I’m cleaning: soap operas. Check out is at 10. Enter Georgia, scrubbing, listening to soapie dialogue, looking in the mirror, daydreaming, hospital corners. I’m working, removing hair from the sink, noticing Mona tickets in the bin.
I start thinking: there’s something about a soap that’s touched a skin. Something… Motive speculative. Da Da! Dada data! I accept your cookies.
The soap hoard builds up in a plastic bag in the boot of my car. A monster conglomerate of white suddy biscuits and DNA. My car smells good, lemon myrtle.
Collapsed constellation photo by Lou Conboy
Moving in the room, Soap Stars’ first iteration took the form of a suspended mobile. It was a balancing act, much like balancing art with my day-job. I often try to bridge these worlds, using the monotony of repetitive work to meditate on artistic quandaries. Sometimes it fails. The mobile fell spectacularly at the opening; a collapsed constellation, a big bang.
Soap Stars II is a continuation of the mobile, inspired by Carl Sagan’s 1981 Cosmos series, particularly its depiction of the Milky Way galaxy we inhabit. Rather than hang, Soap Stars II rises from the floor, reconstituting the amorphous soapy matter into spiral arms. Your position has also changed. Where before stars floated around you, you are now huge, looking down at the galaxy from above.
Soap Stars
Soap Stars, soap and steel, 2024, photos by Rosie Hastie
Maile Mo and Georgia Lucy shot by Dusty AnastassiouShots of the show taken by the Rosie HastieAdvertisement for Ghost Mangoes and the Marching Antcestors, August 2024, Good Grief
In January 2024 my family and I said goodbye to our dad Matt. He was suffering from Multiple Systems Atrophy (MSA), a rare neuro-degenerative illness with no cure. MSA is like a spider tucking you into a bed of web. You’re stuck. You can do some things. Watch the footy, play the quiz on the radio… but you can’t move. The spider is saving you for later. Having MSA meant Dad had the option to leave our world through a new process called Voluntary Assisted Dying (VAD). Fuck the spider.
It’s easy for outsiders to stigmatise VAD. Those who go through it can no longer advocate for it—they’re dead. VAD’s still illegal in the Northern Territory and for now, in the ACT. Dad was one of Australia’s first recipients of the procedure in his home state of NSW, making him a pioneer VAD explorer. An astronaut to me.
With Matt on this journey, our family started to notice strange synchronicities, auspicious moments. My sibling Maile and I believed these were worthy of a show. We wanted to share our positive experience of VAD, not only to bring awareness to it, but to practice working together, using our hands and sharing space.
For the special event Mum, Jakira (Mum’s carer, and Dad’s, a bloody legend and now a family member) and our brother Patrick came down to Tasmania from Newcastle. A loving audience became the show. Phone torches made dancing shadows of the ant bonbons. There was a body percussion troupe. A trombone appeared. A wok hit with a wooden spoon. Mango lanterns lit with Banda candles, the warmest of flames. Chris Bury built a custom ramp so Mumma Kaz (who has MND) could lead the bubbling brigade in her wheelchair.
The parade went from gallery to the carpark through a human tunnel. Those bloody Ingalls performed a special song on the back of Chris’ ute and Good Grief artists Lych and Wes, simulating fireworks, twirled fire sticks and even breathed flame. Then Brother Pat fed everyone Dad’s famous curried sausages served with homemade chutney. Yum.
The chut was made from the ghost mangoes that miraculously fruited from the tree in the backyard when the decision to go ahead with VAD was made clear, and which ripened for a massive mango feast for Dad’s final week. Magic, because that tree had never produced mangoes before. Perfect because when you have MSA you can’t really swallow many foods, but mango is sweet and slimy and doesn’t need chewing. Maile manifested mango lanterns from the memory.
It’s as if the moment Dad made his date, his time, a conscious decision, a deal… the veil that separates us from the other world became thin, and magic matter made its way into the house.
Ants. Millions of ants came to visit to rummage through Dad’s undie drawer, where USBs hid in socks. They didn’t go for honey or sugar, or food in the kitchen. We joked that they were our ant(cestors). Without their help we wouldn’t have found the treasure in the USBs. The ants gave Dad the opportunity to give live commentary to the secret content that lay within them.
Another unusual aspect of VAD is that you get to choose your exit outfit. Dad opted for his fav shirt, a band shirt he got from the op shop. The band is called Helmet, and the cartoon image on the shirt is of a man in a brown suit shaking hands with a tiny green alien. Doing a deal of some kind. An agreement. An arrangement. An attire to say the least. I rendered this tee image into paper machete statues as a sort of salute to the situation.
Dad’s very last moment was marked by Martians further more. The family were all about the kitchen, a sunny day, jolly sounds of bird-life, mangoes everywhere, the smells, Callum playing guitar, waiting. Maile did her impersonation from Men in Black. The scene where a huge alien bug, inhabiting the body of a man named Edgar, approaches the morgue reception. Maile mimics him jerkily: “A man came in here earlier. A dead man. He was a very dear friend of mine. I believe he had an animal with him. A PET CAT. It means the world to me. I’d like to have it back.” She killed it. In the movie the cat has a marble-sized galaxy of significance dangling from it’s collar. In real life it was so funny, and our dad died laughing. He really did. We were there.
Ghost Mangoes and the Marching Antcestors mid residency special event with Mumma Kaz peeling carrots and brother Pat crying over onions for the yummy curried sausages.
Absolutely Everybody VIP is a looping video work with accompanying soundtrack that was installed in the town hall ballroom for City of Hobart’s Ability to Create exhibition in 2023. Set across three screens, this work imagines a future nipaluna / Hobart where absolutely everybody is a VIP.
Instructions for an intended simultaneous viewing experience. Worth it! (works on laptops and computers but not phones sorry)
press play on the audio link. Turn it up.
Press play on the video link Queen
press play on the video link Stadium
press play on the video link Saturday Night Fever
Enjoy all the links at once.
In this city, town planning is a task everybody participates in. The videos show future idols playing, working and living in the future city. Elements from Town Hall as a site are also included in the video: chandeliers and windows, Councilors and portraits of historical figures. These provide a reference point from where we have come from, so we can see where we want to be – Absolutely Everybody VIP.
In future nipaluna / Hobart we enjoy watching the Tassie team play in the floating stadium…. in Kingston. Our shopping-centers feature public sleeping rooms, ideal for catching a kip after gorging on apples from the fruit tree-lined streets. Flying cars and e-scooters abound, the rivulet has been re-wilded and a Saturday night fever dance-floor operates every day of the week.
As a feature artist and mentor for the ability to create program, I designed and ran a series of workshops on the theme elevate. Absolutely Everybody VIP features the collaborative work and performance from Second Echo Ensemble, Langford Support Services, Life Without Barriers, Mosaic Support Services, The Parkside Foundation, St Giles, Create Crew, Able Australia, Frangipani Fabrics along with sneaky star appearances from members of the Hobart City Council Staff. The music is by Callum Cusick.
Sound installation. Like the Cat and Fiddle clock in Hobart CBD, the wobble boards activate on the hour every hour. This composition on demolition is ten minutes in duration.
For sale signs, modified windscreen wiper motors, chopsticks, drumsticks, subwoofers, amplifiers, contact microphones, bass amplifiers, rubber, wire.
Wobble Boards – H69PM was exhibited in a group show at Contemporary Art Tasmania as part of HOME/LANDS in 2022.
In my face, in a public place, are bold sold ads. Everywhere. To me, these signs are a visual reminder of experienced difficulty securing housing. The sold stickers boast for faceless bags of money grabbing up Tasmania. The real estate state. Stolen Palawa land. I can’t ignore them. These for sale signs are too loud. For HOME|LAND, I have taken matters into my own hands. At night I confiscate the signs and leave behind their frames. The tools I use are a Phillips-head screwdriver, a torque wrench and a Toyota Starlet. Behold the stolen property signs. The signs are composed variously of corflute, aluminium and hybrid plastic/metal composites. They are durable and weatherproof, excellent material for constructing roofing shingles. This was my original plan for the signs – to put a roof over a head. However, in the act of acquiring the signs, I noticed that they are not only visually loud, they also wobble and resonate. This loud wobbling comically disrupted my smooth getaways. And so, this sound became my focus. Here are the steps I took to achieve automated sign wobble. Method One: – suspend sign
Georgia Lucy, Southern Tas Teddy Bears’ Picnic Association AGM via Zoom, January 2022, video, 26 minutes ,24 seconds
Verging on voyeurism, Southern Tas Teddy Bears’ Picnic Association – – – AGM via Zoom is a collection of lo- fi footage documenting the teddy bear in the window phenomenon; an activity practised by communities in southern Tasmania during the pandemic. This work celebrates the zoom function of a large VHS camera and marries it with the concept of a Zoom meeting which simultaneously developed during lockdown as a virtual way of connecting. The 300 plus bears were captured over the two years of 2020 and 2021.
A projection of the video was commissioned by Good Grief to accompany a live set by Hobart band the Native Cats as part of the Good Video; Good Night at Good Grief event at MONA FOMA, 2022.
Georgia Lucy, Southern Tas Teddy Bears’ Picnic Association AGM via Zoom, January 2022, Screenshot collage
In lock down when I was lonely, stuck in one place, watching the climate change, feeling the gravitational pull of heavenly bodies and feeling worried; I clicked on a lottery link in my spam emails and won a passenger spot on an Elon Musk SpaceX tourism trip. I scored a package including a massage in the Musk base station. It was sweet. I befell upon a space simulacrum of the Brisbane Hotel and had a few drinks with a pakicetus couple who just happen to be distant relatives of the whale. We sat on the dock of the bay watching Earth’s tide rise from far away. Excessing. Big billionaire behaviour. Wasting time. Wasting space. Rocket exhaust does the ozone layer no favours at all. I read on my way home that Musk granted some Tasmanian students funding to plant seaweed forests in decommissioned offshore gas stations to offset some of his carbon. Bargain. Here is some documentation from my holiday
Musk Travels Holiday Documentation, Georgia Lucy, stop frame animation, music by Callum Cusick 2021/2022Video stills from Musk Travels Holiday Documentation, stop frame animation, props and puppets made by Georgia Lucy 2021/2022
Two works exhibited in the Georgia Lucy Show at GOOD GRIEF STUDIOS in December 2019
Drum Machine
DRUM MACHINE, Georgia Lucy, video documentation of an installation/ performance 2019
A musical performance with a handmade drum machine. A 5-meter-long pool lane roller, brackets, rods, drumsticks, guitar picks. A drum kit. A guitar. A guitar amp. It plays one beat only. The tempo can be altered by the rate of spinning the spindle. It is a Drum roll, A battle beat for the peeps, reminiscent of a music box, a spindle, drum solo. Wind up toy. The little Drummer boy. A manual analogue drum machine. An experiment. A joy.
Drum Machine, home built musical instrument by Georgia Lucy 2019
VACUME FEEDBACK
Vacuum Feedback, Georgia Lucy, video documentation of an installation/ sound piece, 2019
microphone/ steel wool/ drum skin/ plasticine/ robovac/ peavy amplifier/ mic stand/ mic lead/ video city carpet/ pvc pipe/ rope/ gaffatape
A work about Isolation and mental health. A microphone is gaff taped to a robot vacuum. The microphone is plugged into an amp via an overhanging mic stand that is set to swivel. The robovac is presented on a strip of carpet that is gated on all sides. The carpet enclosure is 3m long and 0.5 meters wide. It is bordered by pvc pipe at it’s lengths. At one end of the strip the amplifier sits facing inwards. The amplifier obstructs the vacuum cleaner. The other end of the strip is elevated and suspended by a rope to a beam in the ceiling. This sloped segment of the carpet also acts as a barrier for the vacuum cleaner. The vacuum cleaner operates within the enclosure. It is trapped. It bumps into the pipes; it fails to climb the slope. It sucks, spins and repeats itself. When the mic is directed towards the amp a feedback loop is created and the little robo vacuum cleaner screams and weeps. Anthropomorphised ,the object has a voice. It communicates feelings of being trapped and frustrated and overworked. The object can be viewed through goggles of empathy. A victim of domestic slavery. It wants to break free.
video still from The spirit of Tasmania: a poem about a party by Georgia Lucy, 2018
The spirit of Tasmania, A poem about a party by Georgia Lucy
Since 1983, Australiana by Austen Tayshus remains the greatest selling single in Australian history. Georgia Lucy has a go at a homage. There are 123 local pun ones riddled in here. Some didn’t make the cut. Can you tally any more? As much as it is a warped love letter to Tas, it was made on stolen land. Georgia Lucy respectfully acknowledges that the place names made fun of in this film are not the only names for these places. The traditional custodians of these lands, the palawa people, have had their own unique names for these places for countless generations.
The Spirit Of Tasmania: A Poem About A Party By Georgia Lucy
The Spirit Of Tasmania: A Poem About A Party By Georgia Lucy, The Video, 2018
Written, Performed, Directed and Edited by Georgia Lucy Music by Callum Cusick Camera 1 – Tess Campbell Camera 2 – Kim Walls Filmed at the Fern Tree Arts Hall December 2018 Project funded by Kirsha Kaeshele
Here is the secret script shhhhhhhhh
THE SPIRIT OF TASMANIA
A Poem about a Party by Georgia Lucy
Is this it? Is this it??
Let me look down to my lap…
At…
My little map of Tas
App…
A little check seems apt
U-turn urinary tract
Naval navigation gap
Roll up that tent flap…
Location lone track
No returns backpack
I got me card can I tap tap?
Bushy bushy Bushy Park it!
Stat!
This is it
I haven’t lost the plot, the blue dot is on top of the red spot
And there’s balloons on the letter-box
I go forth
Hit the door with a knock knock
The sign says: “Enter through the rear.” I guess we're here!
On a table there’s a mean spread. An Eggs and Bacon Bain-marie, in bread.
I start hookin’ into it.
Mona Boats in, tryin' a get me fatter, offering me her sweet platter.
“Lymington? Chocolate e-Clare, mont-ecarlo? Kingston biscuit?
“What about something savoury? Chip? dip? Get ya guacaMoles worth, quick! Tri-a-bunna.”
“What’s a ‘bunna?’” I ask Mona.
“Why, it’s a fraction of a kabana. What about a patty? Melon? Slice of Devon? Port? Have a glass of Port Arthur. This Wine Glass Bay-longs in the hand of a Cambridge man!”
“Mmm, thanks ma’am.”
Through the window I got a glimpse of Glen orchy-strating a game of cricket. He was using a Tinderbox as a wicket. Rose set a-nother lot of stumps up what seemed like a Seven Mile distance from Glen’s. Long pitch!
“Say,” said Glen. “Why doesn't chef field? He's been fryin' up sweet meals all day.”
Okay!
I helped Somer set up a camera to film the occasion (chef usually requires 4 cups of persuasion). Then… I took a seat on Dicky Knee’s knee, who was sitting on the Esky minding David’s boon.
“Mate, Knee? Can I please have a Brew Knee?”
He laughed at me.
“Don’t be daft,” he remarked. “There is no beer under here, I’m just sitting on a Penguin tryin’ a keep him cool man.”
“Oh, come on Knee! Just a hair of the dog. I need a… a Morning tin. Or have you got something light? A mid-strength? A Middle tin?”
Win win! He grinned!
And as he did the ball got smashed for six, and there’s a loud au-roar-a from the crowd. The ball has pierced through the clouds, falling through the tin roof of the shed, causing a hole that may lead to a leakage.
Knee said “Go fetch, and then you get your bev’rage.”
Hunting for the ball I stumbled into a karaoke session - and an applause. It was Lynn finishing on Mariah. Flat tyre… She asked me how she went.
I said: “To be Frank-Lynn, you butchered it. Your voice isn’t that of a Saint - Helen’s got a much more suited range for that diva’s repertoire. But you got balls mate. And I’m lookin’ for one!”
Smith gave me the mic (a ball mic) and said: “Here you are…”
“I’m singing in Warrane… just singin’…” but when I got to the Bridge, water seemed to splatter from the roof, pitter-patter on the stezza, causin’ an Electrona matter!
“Smith, turn it off! It’s gonna sizzle, fry! We need a bag of dry rice.”
GUYS! Oh dear. But!
Geeves is here! Waiting patiently. He, bein’ a mechanic, fixes it instantly.
“Surely now it’s Geeves’ turn...?” Geeves rolls up his sleeves and does a little number from Grease. “Oh Sandy Bayyy…” be-
cause the 2014 footy grand final was on it got unplugged pretty damn quick.
“Oh Lordy, Dale. Did you have to cut me off in the middle of my set? I’m Leven Dale.”
Geeves was mighty peeved. He went off weeping in a huff, and slammed Mar gate.
Bit rough!
“Take it easy mate, that’s Good wood! Huon pine! It’s a crime.”
“Arthur, party Pie man?”
“Great Scotts, Dale! That was mean. Poor Geeves… And you got Ross a bit cross too, he'd been waiting in that queue all afternoon.”
He said “Jeeez, the footy is priority!”
Stewie winced. He wasn’t convinced.
“It's para-Mount Stewart! Its the GF!” Stewie’s efforts to change it were thwarted.
Dale was indecisive. He had a scarf ‘round his neck that bore the colours of both the grand final teams on it. It had a bit o’ blue, white, gold, and a mean brown stripe. He got it from the C.W.A.
I said “Ay Dale, you got an Eagle / hawk Neck! What the heck?”
Ville came in with a plate a berries. “Wanna Berry Dale?”
“No munter, I am a punter,” he replied. “I just wanna know who to lay my bets on.”
Well, Ville started windbaggin’ on about the pros and cons of both birds of prey, and the roles they play on the coastline of our great island state. He’d been goin’ for half a Howrah.
Dale cracked it!
“GET TO THE PONT VILLE!! And anyway you’re in the way of the TV, can Swan see the TV?”
Swannie didn’t care for it. She’d been doin’ the dishes and had dropped her Cygnet ring down the plughole.
“Devils Kitchen!” cursed Swannie. “Devils Kitchen!” She needs a hero.
So Kelly steps into the kitchen donned as a hero. Great!
“Kelly, can you help Swannie Kett ‘er ing?”
“Who you s’posed to be? I didn’t know it was fancy dress.”
She said: “Yes, well… I’m Sal. A manga character from Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea. It’s Japanese, circa ‘93.”
Jeez, I hadn’t heard of it. She looked good. She was in a Cape, Grim, and was looking at my leg.
“Is that tatt rell?” asked Kell.
I said “It hurt like hell Kell, it’s So rell.”
Kell was not convinced. She licked her thumb, tryna come it undone, rubbing it on my thigh. La scene from a Frenchman’s Cap. We were getting pretty Snug on the beanbag.
Fern ruined the moment, fart! He came in looking for a dart. I couldn’t hide them. Kell had her fingers in my pouch. Look out!
“Um, I got no papers Fernie.”
He cried out to Bart, “Hey Bart, you got any Tally-Ho Bart?”
I really didn’t wanna share, but to be fair - Fern Tree-ted me to a meal at the Tav last month, so I guess I owed him one.
“How’s Chig and Linda?”
“Chig? Well, Chig’s well, and Belle-rieve it or not Linda’s farne, considering the Great Western Tears shed last time we saw ‘em. Indeed, our mutual friends are Both well.”
“Swell.”
A Commotion in the Hallway !!!
I went out and busted Ricky Ponting a bat at Tas.
“What’s up with you lot? Ricky, whadayadoin’?”
“Tas tried to Mount Nelson earlier this week, he’s already Mayde Ena cry and leave… and he’s crackin’ on Ta Roona as we we speak!”
“Creep!” hissed Marion, Bay-ing for blood…
I looked at Roona. She seemed to be minding her own, she was givin’ it to Tas…
“Oh, don’t sweet talk me Tas, I’m not havin’ a bar of your vo-Cadbury… Get away from me!”
“You heard her Tas, rack off!”
Well, in response, Tas lost the lot. His daks dropped and he bent Dover and shined her one. “Enough! This is a safe space. What a disgrace….” I grabbed Tas by the ear and had a stern talkin’ to him.
“Tas, man, did you really have to Moon ‘er? Bit Rich mon, don’t you do that. You’re excluded. Deluded! Loose! If you come back, I’m callin’ the cops on you! Cape Barren Goose! Be better Tas!”
All of a sudden David, Foster then a foot on the hot bitumen burst in to say that the cops have already been called… and they’re on their way! Hooray!
“How far off are they?” asked Lee.
“Oh not Long Lee…” Lee looked at Jud, who was looking very anxious.
“What do we do about all this dope then, Lee?”
“Um, bury it Jud. Quick Jud, bury it!” Dig it!
“There’s some shovels in the closet…. Get on it!”
But we tripped over some idiot groveler on all fours under the coffee table. It was Ceston. He was lookin’ for his mate Blunnie.
I said, “Look, it’s 4:20. Blun’s stoned out on the Lawn Ceston. He’s a mighty Stonor. Blunnie’s not what he used to be. Follow us.”
Sure enough, we found Blunnie passed out in the sun. The sun shone Bright on his face. His face was redder then a cherry tomato.
“What do we do about all this UV Burnie on Blunnie?” asked Ceston…
“Slip slop slap... Collin’s Cap could do it? And I hear Nyr Star zinc works alright mate. Hey let’s just drag him into the shade… before he falls into those digger’s graves.”
“Oh behave! ‘Allo Vera! Smear her.”
“Maybe we should put him in with Ris?”
“Where’s Ris?”
“On the couch. Ris done Vale…ium. Carpe dium! Contents of her bag Strahan all over the carpet.”
“No, Blunnie’s alright here...”
But Mures! What’s that fishy smell? Mu-ers! It was Gordon. He’d been out on the boat all day, and was now fryin’ up his catch. He flipped that Bass Straight outta the pan and into the pool. Cool.
“Strath Gordon, different kettle of fish that one!”
It startled Prim alright. Prim rose, Sans her sandwich, and that ended up in the pool as well. Nipple Tassal floating to the surface.
(-pathetic beep sound-)
“Is that the cops?”
“Nah, it’s just Acton tryna find a parking spot…”
“Acton, Park cross the street, there’s one for ya. Under the tree.”
(-dirty beep sound-)
Who’s that? Oh it's Dirty Derwent. “Park! Stop! Pull over! You've lost your licence, and you only live round the corner!"
(-beep beep sound-)
Make room for Hill. Here she is, fresh from workin’ at the Female Factory…
“Nice Bonnet Hill. How’s work?”
“Oh, Dynnyrne much. Those New Norfolk keep comin’ down and stealing all my shifts. I’m Dun, hourly rates been cut. I’m fed up. Nothing works… There a party going on or something?”
She was tryin’ a figure out how to use the remote for the garage door.
I said “Hill, you gotta get the Battery Point and stick it on the Springs.”
Win!
The door rose, and she went in.
(- beep sound-)
“Hello Rosny, Park in the drive will ya?
“We need to load the drum kit into the boot. Cheers.”
I popped the boot, and to my surprise there was Dad getting out of the boot with a sack of shellfish. I didn’t want to be selfish, but I really did not want Dad here at this particular party…
“Uhhhh, do you want me to carry your Bag Dad?”
“That’s not funny…
“I… am not… your father! Call Brook and ask her who your real father is. I’m here to kill Patrick! I got an Oyster Cov-ered in Mercury Red in here, and I’m seeing red! I’m gonna feed and kill the fucker!”
“Dad?”
“I am not your dad!”
Get shucked! Hectic. Does this mean my real dad’s Patrick? It’s time to find an exit.
Oh no. Lenah has covered it. With a stall? Stalled.
“What’s this for?”
“I’m selling raffle tickets.”
“What’s the cause?”
“It’s for a great Campaign ya. I’m tryin’ a cure the cancer off the Tassie Devil’s face.”
“Whadya win?”
“Oh, you Win yard sculptures. Crafty hedges. You heard of the town of topiary?”
Legend! Gimme five.
I thought I was clear… but at the back gate Customs leered.
With their beagle. Keeping it legal.
They went through my backpack with a fine-tooth comb.
I just wanna go home.
I forfeited my Stanley.
But they wanted more from me…
“Nut?”
“What did ya call me?”
“Fruits?
“Vegetables?
“Apples?
“Macintosh?
“Laptops?”
“No!”
“What about… Errol’s soul?”
Judging by my smell, I thought you could tell… I don’t use a flammable deodoriser!
“Errol’s soul? I don’t have it.”
They searched my pockets.
“Look, I have not got Errol’s soul! Are you Flynn-ished?
“What is this??
“The Spirit of Tasmania?”
-END-
Video scores in three parts adapted from the First Interlude for Prepared Piano, a composition by John Cage 1946-1948. Performed by the nipaluna Experimental Music Ensemble at the Hedberg Conservatorium in 2021. Created, conducted and instructed by Georgia Lucy.
Part I –Prepared Piano
Listening to Cage’s First Interlude whilst cleaning the Burnett Street keys. What’s the score?
A score for 3.
A violin plays improvisation to the traffic entering shot from the left.
An oboe plays improvisation to the traffic entering shot from the right.
Meanwhile an orchestral member cleans the grand piano with a spray and rag.
Georgia Lucy, Part I – Prepared Piano , Oct 2021, Video Score,1 minute, 42 seconds
Part II – Metro Gnome
A Cage Dance Cadence; A Challenge. The first interlude gets Gaussian. So… the Metro Gnome counts one, two whilst EME cycles nine syllables. When do they resolve? Is Metro on time today? Can the real spring shady please stand up?
Yellow Daffodils and Wattle Yeah!
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Georgia Lucy, Part II – Metro Gnome, Oct 2022, video score, 1 minute, 53 seconds
Part III – Lyre Birding
Phones on in the recital hall. Headphones in the phones on the talented heads. We all press play.
Approaching like a lyre bird, EME honestly mimic the mp3 with their mouths.
Georgia Lucy, Part III – Lyre Birding, Oct 2022, video score, 3 minutes, 57 seconds
The formation of new groups to create short sets, culminating in a showcase extravaganza of debut performances. Little bands is a free, non for profit event run by volunteers. Everyone is invited to participate. It’s about keeping everyone on their toes, being brave and feeling surprised. Little Bands is a safe place to experiment and try something new. There’s no pressure to be polished. Keep it raw and real, even when you’re deciding on your Little Band name. {:-) ~ cute and silly.
A typical method of little bands is to broadcast a public call out for expressions of interest to register a little band name. The showcase will occur no more than a month after. The gigs are free. As a collective we have facilitated 10 little bands gigs since 2014.
Little bands is a movement borrowed from a scene in Melbourne in 1979, hosted by members and friends of the Primitive Calculators and Whirly Wirld who believed in democratic approaches to making music. They celebrated the idea of forming temporary, side-project bands that would play no more than two gigs, for no more than 15 minutes and share each other’s equipment. When talking to the founders of Little Bands for my Documentary, here is what Stewart Grant of the Primitive Calculators had to say ….
“disposability….it has to be rubbish…. originally the idea was that it was not able to enter the cycle of sellability”
And that is how we do it ….
In our Hobart homages of little bands, we bent the rule of only playing two shows because Hobart needs more bands. In addition, we encourage people who are used to playing certain instruments to try something new as well as welcoming individuals who have never played instruments before. Set times are pulled out of a hat and lately the stage has been arranged on the same level as the audience and not held in established venues. For the 10th iteration of Little bands, The very special event was entirely hyped by word of mouth. Despite this challenge, a record total of 42 bands registered their expressions to play. it was incredible.
This is the dot point way:
It’s your first gig. You can’t have played before with this band.
People with no experience are highly encouraged. When forming your band, think about who you can include to make your band feel fun and new.
If you are a confident musician then try a new approach, method or instrument to you. Foster the newbies.
If your instrument has been collecting dust, pick it up and get back on the rock and roll horsey.
Sets are 15 min max.
Have fun and cheer each other on
Hobart Little Bands Names 2014 – 2025
nHLB#2025 The Neuromantics ~ Mew Romantics ~ Abbot and the Onions ~ Blue North ~ sunshower ~ In Lieu ~ Desire Lab ~ iTSY BITSY BAND ~ stick on stars ~ Therapy Dog ~ Mouldy Gonads ~ Binf /Bymph ~ sleepless ~ Fanny Pack ~ Meat Thief ~ I Speak Death Bird ~ Table ~ Ann and the Ants ~ Dazees ~ The Spangled Drongos ~ Caulk Drooling ~ Runt Leaf ~ G Star Jamerz ~ Jobs and Growth ~ Soho Hobos ~ Hot Wogs ~ Las Choras ~ Sex and the City with Autism / The Creek ~ Lava Balloon ~ Hi Tech Ratz ~ Open Space ~ DEAD BRANCH ~ petting parties ~ The Elevator Has Stopped ~ Sound Cakes ~ Jonny Wilson Memorial Band ~ Soyboy Cowboy and the Coffee Enemas nHLB#2024 Rain and Sauce ~ Broken Smoke ~ Rat Lung Worm ~ Pipe Line ~ Roots and Rats ~ The Hypathetics ~ Roach ~ Dr Bongchitis ~ Beauty and the Gangbangers ~ Band Name Generator ~ Alien Weaponry ~ Tilt Angle ~ Moon Weevil ~ Petal Horsemanship ~ Wriding ~ Birthday Cat ~ Funeral Jeans nHLB#82022 The Bearable Weight of Unbeing ~ Great Thundering Wombat ~ The Pagolinthian Bornak ~ HECs Debt ~ Carrot ~ Hallucin8er ~ Robophobos ~ Playing for Frees ~ Whale Fall ~ Genlisea ~ Adrenochrome ~ Red Gourd ~ Benchwarmer ~ Kurka Wodna ~ The Killora Sunsets ~ (つ Lil RДtso x )つ ~ 32 Oysters ~ Carpet Bubbles ~ Sky Skeleton ~ The Teachings of Don Juan ~ Skulls Thick ~ Traumatez Versicolour ~ Town Rats ~ Bigcrumb ~Little Shcrum ~ Gingerly ~ Super Tart ~ nHLB#7 2020 ~ Packet Man ~ The postals ~ The church of the pork ~ The true champions of breakfast ~ Free Live Sports ~ Satin Oblong ~ seedy minx ~ Drivers ~ BÜRGERWHÖRE ~ Pond Scum ~ Tonic of the Fourth ~ POST BOX ~ Cheese Toasties! ~ Suzylu ~ Coral Sculptures ~ The Trash Vultures ~ Astral plane Jane ~ Pink Rag ~ Priest Hole ~ Woolworths ~ Flu Shot ~ nHLB#6 2018 ~ Gnarlhünd ~ Michael Michael ~ Pimozide Friends ~ The chestnuts ~ Tired? droopy eyes? ~ Fatigue kills! ~ Death Cramps ~ Smug anime face ~ Vacant sLot ~ Heteromum:The Fastest Band On Earth ~ WINGDINGMEN ~ Bextexta ~ The Boners ~ Su-pa Genki Futari ~ Daddy and the Boy ~ purple smith ~ sex pistols II ~ Terra & the Pterodactyls ~ Little bands BIG band harmonising orchestra ~ HLB#52017 ~ Vivien ~ macadamias ~ Yonnie and the steamers ~ Tip Run ~ Six bars of seb ~ Bert Shirt ~ A little big bang ~ Night Shoppers ~ A Departure ~ Dirt Sea ~ HLB#42016 ~ A lonely boy ~ The Monster Society of Evil ~ Critical Feedback ~ little pups and dogs ~ MUM and DAD ~ The Modern Plovers ~ Ani lou ~ Carey / Smeathers / Rob ~ Foxy Morons ~ The Gaffa Tapes ~ The Satin Worshipers ~ Resilient Gums ~ The look Mates ~ HLB#32015 ~ The recovery Shop ~ the Sunday Leagues ~ Maggie Abraham's Nameless Team ~ Snap ~ Sea Shanties ~ Vernon La Chien ~ Fish Kit ~ The Valiums ~ Plummet ~ Bus Money ~ Andie Laureson ~ Blood Country ~ Elbow Room ~ SIK1BRO ~ HLB#2 2014 ~ Town Planning ~ Van Wrinkles ~ Redmum ~ Burn*ing Rubbish ~ Knockloft ~ Cynical Deadbeat ~ Bushhammer ~ Dow Jones and the Nasdaqs ~ Expressions of Interest ~ Circling 4 the answer ~ Femme Loins Kazoo ~ Psychic Seduction Discharge ~ The Huddle ~ shush now ~ Karl ~ HLB 2014 ~ LIL’ ROBBIE ~ THE PARIS END OF MOONAH ~ ALL THE WEATHERS ~ WEBB AND WILDERNESS ~ POWER NAP ~ THE JOHN TIMONIES ~ KARL ~ TOPS OFF AT THE WHITE STRIPES CONCERT ~ KEITH NASH ~ BUSHPULL ~ STRADDLE PUSS ~ DOULTON ROYALE WITH CHEESE ~
Hobart Little Bands Documentary
Georgia Lucy, nipaluna/ Hobart little bands, June 2016, documentary, 18:55. A somewhat abstract look at the Hobart ‘little bands’ phenomena.
Hobart Little Bands Gigs
nipaluna Hobart Little Bands X, SATURDAY APRIL 12 and SUNDAY APRIL 13, 2025, Building 1831 North, Saint Johns Park, Newtown, Event by Georgia Lucy and Tuli Morris-Merkel
Little Bands #9, SATURDAY FEBRUARY 10, 2024, Good Grief Studios, Event by Tuli Morris-Merkel
nipaluna/Hobart Little Bands # 8, SATURDAY JULY 23 & SUN JULY 24, 2022, The Fern Tree Arts Hall, Event by Georgia Lucy
nipaluna/Hobart Little Bands # 7, Two days of debut beauts, SATURDAY OCT 31 & SUNDAY NOV 1, 2020, The Fern Tree Arts Hall, Event by Georgia Lucy
!nipaluna / Hobart Little Bands #6!, SATURDAY, JUNE 2, 2018, The Fern Tree Arts Hall, Event by Georgia Lucy
Hobart Little Bands #5, SATURDAY, JUNE 10, 2017, Schmørgåsbaag, Event by Stewart George
Hobart Little Bands #4, SATURDAY, APRIL 9, 2016, The Fern Tree Arts Hall, Event by Georgia Lucy
#3 LITTLE BANDS, WINTER ED, FRIDAY, JULY 31, 2015, THE BRISBANE HOTEL, EVENT BY WILLIAM FAGAN
~ 22/10/2014 ~Little Bands! Show Day Eve verzion¿, OCTOBER 22, 2014, The BRISBANE HOTEL Event by William Fagan
Hobart Little Band Gig:12 Special Mini-Sets (Free Entry), WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 8, 2014, The Grand Pooh Bar, Event By Rob Fisher
Music Tas Podcast Episode 13 – nipaluna/Hobart Little Bands with Georgia Lucy
nipaluna/Hobart’s Little Bands is a unique source of creativity, expression, and new music that has carried on a Melbourne legacy of improvisation and being rubbish that started in the early 1980s. In this podcast, Keith chats with little band organiser and art music extraordinaire Georgia Lucy about the beauty, anarchy, and legacy of Little Bands.
POSTER FOR nipaluna / HOBART LITTLE BANDS # 8. TWO DAYS OF DEBUT BEAUTS, 2022
Spider plays the carabiner, Painting for a poster for nHLB#8 by Georgia Lucy 2022
POSTER FOR nipaluna / HOBART LITTLE BANDS # 7. TWO DAYS OF DEBUT BEAUTS, 2020
Painting for a poster for nHLB#7 by Georgia Lucy 2020
Little Band Set Times 2020
Set times and line up for nHLB#7, Art work by Georgia Lucy. Little bands were pulled out of a hat to determine the order of play
Review of nipaluna/Hobart little bands # 6 by Madeleine Laing
Poster for !nipaluna / HOBART LITTLE BANDS #6!, 2018
I’m a Little Teapot Diorama Poster for nHLB#6, by Georgia Lucy 2018
Poster for HOBART LITTLE BANDS #4
Poster for HOBART LITTLE BANDS #4, by Georgia Lucy, mixed media, drawing, digital collage 2016
Audio Recordings and documentation from HOBART LITTLE BANDS #4
Here are just some of the many and varied performances captured by Georgia Lucy at the fourth incarnation of the Hobart “Little Bands” night. This event was held at the Arts Hall up at Fern Tree.
Photo courtesy of Nick Tam, Georgia Lucy of All the Weathers at the Croxton Band room, October 2019
Art/punk group All the weathers are Callum Cusick, Gigi Lynn and Georgia Lucy. Think high-energy and low, fraught with peril, fingers crossed and plenty of heckles. Whiplash changes from the cheesy to sublime. Flails, bubbles and drums falling down the stairs. The little band that refuses to die.
Since 2014 All the weathers have made 4 albums and toured regularly around Australia, playing festivals, house shows and on one occasion a petrol station. In 2021 their video cool played on music program RAGE.
This movie is a behind the scenes abstract account into the making of debut album ‘6 for Au’ by Hobart band All the weathers. It was released in 2015 on Tasmanian Label Wrong place Right Time. This film was screened at the Peacock theatre in Salamanca, five hours after it was completed. It was never completed. Enjoy.
This Project was commissioned by Constance ARI for a publication for their 5 year anniversary of being an offsite gallery. Selected artists were asked to respond to the theme The Page as a Site. Each artist was to fill the brief with content amounting to an A4 page colour spread.
My interest in iconoclasm found me imagining the contents of the pages held by statues of colonists and kings in Franklin Square. My main focus was William Crowther. From observation the seagulls won’t even shit on him.
William Lodewyk Crowther was the 14th premier of Tasmania. Crowther was a man of science, a doctor and surgeon as well as a keen amateur naturalist. He pursued this passion by trapping birds and animals, killing them and collecting their skins. He had many business interests including sawmills, guano, sealing and whaling, not to mention a political career.
Today he is infamously remembered as a brute responsible for the mutilation of palawa man William Lanne aka King Billy. This information is absent from the statue and in stead it perpetuates “the memory of long and zealous political and professional service in this colony”. Thinking about Crowther’s page led me to a library founded in his name: the Crowther Collection in the State Library.
I submitted a page with a link that led to a digital work. This work then had another link which led to a sound file imagining Crowther as a bird-poo man chimera.
The three works can be viewed here.
Poo, Power and Pages: an exploration into guano mining dissection and explosives, 2020, collage with 4 x 35mm analogue prints , digital link, photos by georgia lucy willy’s page, 2020 , digital collage/drawing, digital link.
Willy’s page. What is it? What’s written there? And why is there poo on eddie and John, but none on Willy?
After researching in the public dimension of a private collection: (The Crowther library). I have compiled key elements into 1 page. His story…in his hand. In the transpositional style of the surgery of Dr Willy Crowther’s himself…. remixing it. here are my findings.
Quoted from the intro in the following audio file
Poo, Power and Pages: an exploration into guano mining dissection and explosives, 2020, audio file MP3, 12:44 mins Piano by callum cusick Recording by Callum Cusick and Georgia Lucy
Here are three works exhibited as part of a group show called ¢ompo$t by CONSTANCE ARI: An off-site, project based Artist-Run Initiative in Hobart. The exhibition was part of the 2019 Dark Mofo festival and was situated in an old subterranean blood bank.
Refund
A video work. Refund is an exploration into the ‘tapping’ styles of the paying patrons at my place of work; The Cascade Hotel. When shown in reverse a notion of a refund can be noticed. This transaction is based on trust. Bank card information is very personal. The trade off was a tap on my snare skin. Sharing of snares in gig culture is very rare but fair here because of the exchange and the promise of a refund. Thankyou Callum Cusick for the Beats.
Refund Video StillDocumentation of Refund Video in ¢ompo$t
Georgia Beach opened the exhibition in the form of a story/performance imagining Oz as an emerald glass beach and following the yellow lid bins across the continent to get there. I was impressed by the innovative method of bottle crushing by the Alice Springs tip shop as a response to the lack of recycling conducted by their council. An ex-mining tumble machine simulated the ocean to smooth out the sharpness, making it safe for the product to be sold as a road material. It can also be found in the town as floor coverage for children’s play grounds and out door cafe areas. I traded all the travel possessions in my bag for sparkling glass. (23 kilos)
Glass is sourced from sand from the beach and ends up as bottles for drinking in the remotest of Australian towns. I carried this glass on my back, in a duffle sack, from the Arrente dessert centre to the nipaluna shore, to create a beach for people to sit on, romanticise and relax on ¢ompo$t.
Documentation post performance of Georgia BeachGeorgia Beach
Trauma Patience, A Pipe Organ Triggered By The Temper of Me
Look at all these guns! I made them! I must have been thinking about them. I shot a gun once. At the the Brisbane hotel staff party. We all did. A bit thrilling. Nothing to write home about.
This space makes me think about Guns. The merchants probably stored and sold rifles from here. some were probably used by farmers; some were probably used in the frontier wars.
Later, Blood was also stored here for soldiers wounded by weapons like these overseas.
Have you been thinking about guns? I saw some archival footage of Australia’s gun laws in action. With some protest, Thousands of automatic and semiautomatic rifles and weapons were collected and incinerated. It was 1997. A year after MB shot up port Arthur. I was amazed at seeing actual collective action in the face of a threat. I haven’t seen it since, not at this scale. John Howard did it, He was the last Australian Prime minister to serve a full term. Compost i thought. let it do its shit. stop fucking with the flow. Let it grow.
Climate change is upon us. I’d like to see the same attitude applied to this threat. stop starting wont do it. we need commitment.
Guns from trash. laminated with a fake wood grain stuck onto Masonite. Imitating life. This Black plastic is used in gardening to control what life can grow. Smothering unwanted life.
These inner tubes are rubbish. They don’t work for their purpose. broken. They’re screaming now. Just because you bin something, doesn’t mean it goes away. Just like people isolated because of something they said. Forgetting forgiveness is frightening, now they’re binding. Oh dear. Now I’m triggered. I’m angry. Are these pistols snorkels for baddies? They’re back! Get em out of my house! Quite the opposite of compost.
When the sticky carpet got ripped up from the Brisbane Hotel band room, Gibbo the publican suggested a carp-art exhibition. Panels of the carpet were given to local artists to play with. I made some power of nostalgia shoes.
sticky shoe – carpet, leather, concrete, drumstick, steelsticky shoes – carpet, velcro, canvas, steel, shoes, masonitesticky thong – carpet, concrete, leather, eyelitsticky slippers – foam, mesh, dental floss, carpetsticky thong 2 – plaster, leather , foam, springs, carpetsticky high heel – plaster, foam, toilet roll, toilet paper, leather, carpetView of sticky carp-art exhibition at the Brisbane Hotel 2018.
Very proud to be a co-facilitator, director and collaborator of this fine project.
BOOMIES is an imaginative story about the Moree Boomerangs Rugby League Club. Created by the Boomies kids in Moree, as part of First On The Ladder in 2018.
10,000 photos of over two hundred and fifty drawings
Starring Johnathan Thurston, Chiko the dog and everyone in the Boomerangs family, hope you enjoy this imaginative adventure!
It is better than watching the real NRL hands down.
First On The Ladder is a three-year art-meets-sport project that involves two Indigenous sports clubs, Rumbalara Football and Netball Club in Shepparton, Victoria and the Moree Boomerangs in New South Wales. Polyglot Theatre, in collaboration with Beyond Empathy, celebrate the culture and achievements of Aboriginal children and their communities in this project through a range of creative experiences including zine-making, street art, animation and music.
First on the Ladder is supported by the Australian Government through the Australia Council for the Arts, its arts funding and advisory body.
Two works exhibited in 2017 at Visual Bulk as part of the group show ENJOY!
Words on the work by Georgia Lucy by Samuel Mountford
Georgia Lucy is not a digital native. Georgia Lucy is like the beloved king whose kingdom turns to madness when they drink from the poisoned well. Alienated from his people the king ultimately decides to drink the poisoned water and join them in their insanity.
But Georgia Lucy did not drink the electric Kool-aid.
Instead, she offers us a glimpse from the outside; the death mask behind the yellow grimace. Turning to the sage-like wisdom of Peter Charles Macpherson, GL asks you to save your breath, raise your thumbs in solidarity and Like! Like! Like! She would give you a big pat on the back for being here. Go on you deserve it. Cool your ego, deflate a litle, relax.
After living off a strict diet of emoji foods Georgia Lucy’s shit has petrified. She’s been losing her hair.
The kingdom is reduced to ruins, a crypt of failed communication. Our shared system of symbols, signs and behaviours reduced to turds, shrugs and facial spasms. Fragments of conversation lost in translation. thumbs jerking in the wind, liking everything and nothing at the same time. Anti-social media. No wifi connection. Better drink that Kool-Aid now.
Approach like an archeologist. What do you see?
Like! Enjoy! Connect!
emojinal wreck
Plaster casts of the artist’s face, shit and foods from a diet on emoji foods e.g eggplant, orange, capsicum etc 🍎🥑🍆🍞🌽🥔🥕🥩🥭🥨☕️🍭🍩🌯🍷🍺🥦🥬🌶🍰🥒🌮
Documentation of emojinal wrecks in ENJOY exhibition images courtesy of Tess Cambell
Likes!
Likes, Georgia Lucy installation work, two electric fans, CD’s, veterinary gloves, sticky tape, my breath, 2017
The audience walked through this celebratory hands tunnel to view the exhibition. It’s a pathetic…flaccid pat on the back, the sloppy stroke of ego you get from checking your fb status. I wasted my breath telling everyone how much I liked them by inflating these veterinary gloves with my breath, all fingers but the thumbs i sticky taped down. This work was inspired and made whilst listening to Shouting in Caps, a great album by local tassy band – The Pits
Likes!, Georgia Lucy installation work, two electric fans, CD’s, veterinary gloves, sticky tape, my breath, 2017
Video documentation of Likes! from the exhibition Likes footage courtesy of Tess Cambell
Georgia Lucy, Hotel UTAS TCOTA, 2016, video of performance / Installation
This is a video from a performance and installation work in the RAMP gallery at The Tasmanian College of the arts in Hobart. For two weeks I lived in a hotel room that I set in the space. This was in response to serious conversations at the time in 2016 that the campus would soon be closed in order to convert the building into a hotel. There was no Plan B for a new site for the art school. This made many of the students feel stressed and redundant. The school’s access time ended at 10pm. I managed to dodge eviction under the guise of a reservation. After the fourth night I was eventually evicted by the police. The head of the art school features in the film also. I had never met him but he is seen here watching me sleeping. Gentrification is the general theme in these scenes.
In the installation there was a flat screen that showed a video I made called Scones Instead of Roses which is an absurd abstract parody on two commercial reality tv shows;The Bachelor and Big Brother. It featured the actual little brother of Tasmanian bachelor contestant Sam Wood. It was on loop for the duration of the hotel stay.
4 Stills from Video work, Hotel UTAS TCOTA 2016
Scones Instead of Roses
Contextualise me. Scones instead of Roses features me as a contestant on an imagined reality show called The Little Brother Of The Bachelor. If he likes you then instead of roses, he gives you scones with jam and cream on them. My friend was seeing the batchie’s brother at the time. This is what happened.
Scones Instead Of Roses, Georgia Lucy, video, 2015
Documentation from – georgia vs lucy, November 2016, performance, MONA Tennis Courts.
Here Georgia Lucy somehow orchestrates some of Hobart’s most notorious ‘locals’ on top of the MONA tennis court for her answer to the Moorilla International. But the racquets are guitars!
Once I was asked to create a performance at the entrance to the Museum of Old and New Art as part of the celebrations for the opening of the On at Origins of Art exhibition. On the program it advertised Georgia Lucy. I responded to that site with a game of tennis on the Tennis courts. Instead of athletes hitting balls with rackets; They were local musicians making rackets with wireless electric guitars. Instead of Georgia Lucy I performed under Georgia vs Lucy. I smuggled in my friends. The artists involved were emailed a loose script with their roles and instructions. I was the coach. On the lead up to the tournament I worked with all the members individually. Game day felt real because the atmosphere and experience was fresh to all involved. I’m very proud of this team.
Email Of Game Plan
Hello TEAM. Thankyou all for being involved in this show. It’s gonna be Ace. Here you are.
Lysh - vocals Lucy Cusick Bianca - vocals Georgia Wright/Guitarist (as Bianca) ` Adam - commentary Sam C - commentary Luke John Campbell - ball boy Georgia - ball boy/ Jessica Ballboy Karl - Channel Z camera man/vocals Bianca Steve - Guitarist Georgia Wright Callum - Guitarist Lucy Cusick Kim Walls - is the Vampire (umpire) Jacob Thomas - Streaker (in a flesh morph suit with vegan sausages) ? - First aider.
Aim: To play a game of Tennis with an imaginary ball and real guitar rackets.
CUES:
Pull your socks up - serves an ace Use a towel - server does a fault / receiver hits the net Ask for towel then don’t use it - serve a let (replay serve)
METHOD:
1. Sports by Work Ethic play on the speakers.
2. Sam and Adam introduce themselves and welcome everyone to The Moorilla International
3.Georgia and Lucy jog some entry laps around the court and then proceed to stage to be interviewed by WTN. Interviews. E.g.
Adam: Was Tennis your first choice of career? Georgia Wright: Yes Tennis is in my blood make. My Grandfather actually crafted tennis rackets. And his dad was a watchmaker. Adam: You should probably get that checked. Georgia Wright: Pardon? Do you have a better idea about who my father is? Adam: Well if you have tetanus in your blood… You probably shouldn’t be playing if you’re crook mate.
4.Georgia and Lucy warm up on the courts to SINK THE PEEN! And Sam and Adam sing this live. Song ends. They Continue with Banter.
5.Sam and Adam introduce Jessica Ballboy to sing the national Anthem. Vampire, Georgias and Lucys stand proud, motionless and still in a line in front of the stage.
6. Jessica BallBoy sings the national anthem.
7. Jessica Ballboy orchestrates a Coin toss. Lucy Cusick calls.
8. Players take their positions on the court.
9. Kim calls through the mega phone” Quiet please. And where is my parasol? “
10.Lucy Cusick Serves. The Good Games begin.
11. Adam and Sam perform Commedry (commentary/comedy). When the vampire calls a LOVE the commentary puns on with love song references. What is love? I want to know what love is…. The tennis element of love is loosely explained.
12.Streaker in streaker suit with sticky taped vegan sausage rises from the court. They do not run, so much as inch their way about. Streaker gets interviewed. EVERYBODY CLAPS. The streaker has been there the whole time. The streaker has just broken the record for the longest streak without getting caught.
13. The Game continues. Lucy Cusick is in front on the points.. but not by much.
14.Whilst serving, Georgia Wright goes down with an injury. Bianca assists him off the court. Bianca tends to his injury with Richie. Heroically, Bianca takes up the guitar and saves the day. The game must go on. Stoically, Karl follows suit. He sits the camera onto a tripod and takes the mic.
15. Bianca smashes it! Her shots are powerful. (WAIT EXACTLY 4 SECONDS Before returning your shots). She makes a comeback on the scoreboard for Georgia Wright.
16.Georgia Wright has a miraculous recovery. He takes back the guitar racquet but makes some terrible tennis mistakes. Eventually he has a pathetic tantrum. He smashes the guitar onto the ground. Kim the Vampire calls Georgia to “STAND BY/ PLEASE, RESTRAIN YOURSELF/ STAND BY. STOP THAT.” Steve kicks and slaps and punches the racquet guitar. He then starts to cry.
17. ALL THE CAST are embarrassed by this and turn their backs on Georgia Wright. The commentators shake their heads at his display. They are disappointed and decide to leave. Here at Mona tantrums are not tolerated. After a minute Jessica Ballboy starts to roll up/pack down the net.
18.Everybody leaves Georgia Wright crying on the astro-turf. When everybody has left he gets up and runs crying in the opposite direction.
Georgia Lucy wiggles a sine wave to footage of the royal visit to Tasmania. As the royals wave to the crowd, Georgia manipulates the sine wave. A sine wave is any oscillation, such as a sound wave or alternating current, whose waveform is that of a sine curve.
Georgia Lucy, Sink Sessions: Live And Unplugged at the Brisbane Hotel Girls Toilets, video, The Brisbane Hotel, 2014 – 2015
Sink Sessions: Live And Unplugged at the Brisbane Hotel Girls Toilets is a nod to the noisey boy scene. A secret solo show in the girls toilet, utilising existing ready made instruments. The pipes and plumbing are played in a way that mimics the handling of gear used by noise artists. Volume, pitch and oscillations are adjusted with taps, substituting the knobs and dials of synthesisers and effect boxes.
Video still from Sink Sessions: Live And Unplugged at the Brisbane Hotel Girls Toilets
Goals, Georgia Lucy, video documentation of a durational performance, Hobart Art School, 2014
Goals is a video of me trying to penetrate the front facade of an institution with a football. Battling the University of Tasmania building is a play on my attempt at achieving the goal of graduation. It is shown as a blatant relation to the task of goal kicking in the sport of Aussie Rules. In this game it is only a goal once the ball crosses the line. I visually represent the real frustrations and near impossibilities experienced as a student up against budget cuts and closed studios. Here associations are made between the appearance of the art school architecture and four goal posts. I am on the attack. This Video won me the Contemporary Art Tasmania award in 2014. The video features my mum and my family pet rooting on my efforts from interstate.
Cooking Durian is a video work created from a residency in Yogyakarta in 2014. Named in some regions as the “king of fruits”, the durian is distinctive for its large size, strong odour, and thorn-covered rind. Hanging on the streets by the fruit pasar markets, I noticed this stinky fruit might become stinkier by adjusting the position for transportation from a conventional carrying situation to one which involves rigging the load to the muffler on a motorbike. I became a provocateur agent coaxing customers and stall holders of the durian to engage. I also partook in the act. Where ever I rode my motorbike, the muffler heated the fruit and a stench trail of cooked up durian followed. A mobile fart bomb service. I collaborated with Indonesian friends Hana Resila and Ahmad Afandi to capture the Durian footage. This video was exhibited at constance ARI Hobart.
Video Stills from Cookin Durian, 2014, by Georgia Lucy, Durian footage courtesy of Hana Resila and Ahmad Afandi.Documentation of Cooking Durian at a group show in Constance Ari, 2014
Cooking Durian
Cooking Durian, 2014, Georgia Lucy, video documentation of an artist residency in Yogyakarta. Durian footage courtesy of Hana Resila and Ahmad Afandi.
A list of tricks undertaken in YOGJA 2014
A LIST OF TRICKS UNDERTAKEN IN YOGJA 2014 ( THE UNDERLINED ONES FEATURE IN COOKING DURIAN)
Arrange people’s thongs outside the varied dwellings I visited. Sometimes by colour and some times by size and sometimes by left and right.
Strap durians to the muffler of my motor bike and ride around town leaving a trail of a warmed up, infamous smell. This caused a clear divide in durian appreciators and haters as i pulled up to a car park or place. Later my friends and i collated footage of durians strapped to the mufflers of others. Up the pong.
I got people to pose for photographs with a mock camera. sometimes the object was a broken old phone and sometimes it was a piece of cardboard. No questions asked. People posed.
Recovered an ash covered, very damaged gamelan from Merapi and played it with the local coolkids. The volcano cant stop the music.
I walked dogs and talked fondly to dogs in areas where people eat dogs or perceive them to be a sign of unholiness.
I wired rambutans to my eyes and did a skype show to Tas.
I swapped roles with a becack driver for a few hours. I rode him where he needed to go and then paid him to let me ride him to my side of town.
I tried to swap roles with the laundry lady but no go. This was an hour of confusion.
I made a see saw out of a plank of wood and a tree root and attempted to propel objects into the air and catch them. coconuts, boots and bags of stuff. Things with nice weights to them. This play ended up with the placement of a ceramic earn filled of water on the lowered end of the plank and me using all my force to jump onto the raised end whilst opening an umbrella to stop the splash from hitting me. But this was silly because the water vessel often never got any air as it kept toppling off to the side.
I did a lot of waiting for people in town and at the shops so i practiced balancing on Styrofoam. When a Styrofoam box is placed on its short side it kind of has the height of a soap box. So, I stood looking at the box as if i were concentrating on mustering up some sort of announcement to deliver to the public but then as I stepped up the foam would just crumble under my wait. I did manage to get about 8 seconds out of one box by standing on the very edges and some kind person let me put my weight on them.
I bombed my own photographs of sunsets and things with a ‘thumbs up’.
I attempted to trace the shadow outline of my drawing hand.
I tried to eat all the different types of sembal with out hi-cupping.
I sock wrestled.
I tried to clean up the plastic but there was so much plastic.
Primarily, a hills hoists’ designed purpose is to dry clothes. Suppose there are others. Celebrating the crank, Here are three iterations of hijacked hills hoists where I provide alternative functions to demonstrate further potentialities of this Australian backyard feature. Also included is documentation of an experimental play performance conducted in Melbourne as part of an Awkward Amazing exhibition.
THE BIG DIPPER, hills hoist , dip, corn chips, string, pegs
MASS DUNK, hills hoist, teabags string, cups, hot water
THE BIG DIPPER
A shameless endeavour to expose the remarkable in the everyday and the potential in the incidental has, like the corn chips on a hills-hoist, had its ups and downs. HOLY GUACAMOLE
Video still from The Big Dipper, 2014, video of a performance and installation, A backyard in Newtown
THE BIG DIPPER, 2016, video of a performance and installation, A backyard in Newtown
BACKYARD BLISS
This work is a celebration of the up and down functions of two great Australian inventions. By marrying the orgas-matron with the hills-hoist, I have created a device that can massage people, en masse. Phone books are provided to assist the shorter folk.
Documentation of BACKYARD BLISS, 2014, UTAS GRAD SHOW EXHIBITION
MASS DUNK: A GEORGIA LUCY TEA PARTY
MASS DUNK, 2014, video of a performance and installation, A backyard in West Hobart
Video stills from MASS DUNK, 2014, video of a performance and installation, A backyard in West Hobart
Awkward Amazing Performance 2012
Celebrating the ‘spin’ function of a hills hoist, I attempted to make a musical instrument complete with working disco ball . I tuned wine bottles to the song Staying Alive by the Bee Gees. The song was activated like a music box/pianola. When the hills hoist rotated, the bottles were orbited and hit into a drum stick. A head torch was worn and directed onto the disco light as it spun. This was an attempt to get the movement of the shimmering reflections reminiscent of an actual disco.
When the hills hoist was cranked upwards it pulled the tape on my face to lift and forge the expression of a smile whilst also unplugging the stereo. With the up and down crank, I also managed to get the hills hoist to pull my pants up and down resulting in a wedgie.
Documentation of an installation/performance with a hills hoist, Georgia Lucy, Melbourne, 2012
Televisions constantly bombard us with slogans and propaganda; these screens publicise footage of my protest to stop Hobart’s Tall Ship Festival . Throughout the five-day celebration I stood alone against the raid on our fair city by this invasive armada. I became so engrossed in my campaign I began to see my body as a weapon. Through the cypher of morse code; flashing, blinking, knocking, tagging, verbalising, chips and screaming are some forms of methodology I employed to communicate my message “STOP!”. When verbalised the morse language becomes homage to Hugo Ball and the dadaists. Throughout the duration of this public work I engaged with passers-by, the police and the local fauna. This work is derived from the observations I have made about our current political climate and the everyday Australian’s unfounded sense of ownership about this land. By juxtaposing these very serious notions against the absurdity of my intensive protest against the Tall Ship Festival I hope the viewer would question their own stance on immigration and asylum.
3 Channel video installation of a performance in 2013
Video stills. This is me as the maritime flag for stop. black plastic and yellow Gaff tape
di, di, di, dit, da, da ,da, da ,di, da, da, dit, Stop the boats!
Documentation from installation exhibited at Cinema One Hobart 2018Documentation from installation exhibited at Cinema One Hobart 2018
Semaphore: something about tinea and lonliness.
A video work based around the concepts of coded statements. Semaphore is a universal, visual and physical form of communication using flags in which each letter is linked to a pose. For the work I filmed myself responding to various public locations, expressing my inner thoughts and secrets. These messages are unplanned and honest. Semaphore out of her maritime context can be a kind of therapy. Whilst researching this endeavour I sought assistance from the Australian Navy. This process culminated with the construction of my own adapted manual for semaphore in which the learner follows bums like in the case of following the person in front of you in the nut bush dance. Traditional flags are replaced with props that I found on location. As a further level of encryption my manual is reversed so that even with it’s assistance the viewer would have to first learn the signals and then dance them out before trying to decipher each pose. With our societies’ rapidly evolving modes of communication I found value in re-examining archaic methods of announcement and re contextualising them to fit within current paradigm.
Semaphore manual with bum following instructions. (like how you learn the nut-bush: follow the person in front)
It’s Burlesque in an esky. How you supposed to be sexy …when you’re dancing in an esky? It’s really, really cold!
The year was 2012. Aloyziouz Falcon and Georgia Lucy created Burlesky from within a stainless steel fridge in the Salamanca Art Centre for the SAC 35 birthday celebrations. It was chaotic. It was cool.
Eventually the project underwent months of further creative development. Squatting in a Brunswick warehouse, the pair made use of the abundance of styrofoam boxes that would form their trademark set. Burlesky explored ice-o-lation from a post apocalyptic frozen over bunker where if you were too cool to dance you were going to die.
Burlesky gloriously hit the live art category at the Melbourne Fringe Festival where it was performed to sell out audiences above a sushi restaurant.
Shortly after, Burlesky returned to Tas for it’s finale at Fankies Empire Hobart. It was so cool. The year was 2012.
Georgia Lucy 