Good Job! We’ve received oodles of awesomeness.
We’ll be a bit quiet now for a few days while we work through all of the submissions received. It’s going to be a hard job deciding which to include!
If you submitted something, you can expect to hear from us around mid April with an official response to your submission.
Thanks for submitting your work, thanks for supporting Potroast!
When Felix Harris submitted work to Potroast, we were almost wracked by guilt over the fact that our publication was only able to offer to print them in black and white. It is with pleasure then, that we are able to present a showcase of some of Felix Harris’ recent work in its full vibrancy
Vibrancy is a good place to start a discussion of Felix’ work. Both formally and in terms of content, the paintings included today emanate with undeniable energy. The richness of palette, the eclectic, collaged composition and the simplicity of forms make the works instantly aesthetically striking. They vibrate with a visceral energy that is only compounded by the subject matter. Looking at ‘Heart ache’ (2010), the kinetic qualities and boldness of colour are instantly obvious, but they are layered with direct, grotesque and often humours allusions to sex and death. The breast-like mountains and phallic ice-cream cones and observant vaginas all take on a deeply personal, surreal tone, but stylistically seem to refer as much to Mexican Muralism as they do Surrealism.
Works such as ‘Rocky Road’ reflect this influence clearly with their colourful and energetic depictions of death, but it is the sense of allegory throughout Harris’ work that truly capture it. When we look at ‘Kahma’ there is clearly a kind of urban story being told. The figures seem to exist within some kind of city environment and compose a kind of complex culture. Yet the eclectic composition and subjects blur the intent and allow only hints towards this story-telling. This is further blurred with the introduction fantastical figures and with the introduction of religious iconography and an ambiguously moralising tone, seems to evoke the later works of Courbet as much as they do street art.
Yet, all this makes Felix’ paintings sound heavy and historical, when in fact it is quite the opposite that makes
them characteristically charming. Imbued with a very contemporary sense of self-awareness and a constant tone of parody and humour, the iconography is pulled away from heavy handedness into something that rings more true. It is the sense of something personal, but something that can equally mock itself without ego that makes Felix work so thoroughly enjoyable.
So dear readers and other citizens of the internet, it is without further ado that Potroast would like to present our showcase of the works of Felix Harris.
Felix currently has a show, Virtual Poporn, showing at the Gilberd Marriott Gallery in Wellington. See below for the invite.
Potroast #10 featured an excerpt of a poem by Iain Britton. We wanted to make the whole poem available to read, so here it is. Enjoy!
late-night monologue be like this – be transitory a gateway obstacle to the next apartment where a sigh escapes in a roll-your-own breath where a stool takes the sudden shift of my weight and a late-night monologue loads a listener’s request to practise walking down a long tunnel gutted by ancestral burnings <> I offer my version of events as they happen you aren’t sure about the rain it’s coldness the integers parenthesised on your arms or the inked letters of a name tattooed in sunsets recapitulation is all talk / dredge work / more talk you’re into the habit of quickly shutting doors <> but who’ll step up make altar-suggestions of stained-glass jabberings reflected on the mount who’ll request a right to what I’ve hung drawn and arranged in every room <> a water-colour shoves a church through my window / monuments crumble into drunks mixed genders angels in shabby clothes a crowd hacks at the air to get a look in they knock at places with rooms to let you pick up another man’s junk we are witnesses to things as they happen we make apes of ourselves leave slag heaps for neighbours turn our backs on backs we avoid confrontations zeroing-in on the mischievous cackle of a river
Potroast went to Frankfurt earlier this year, included in Bryce Galloway’s Incredibly Hot Sex with Hideous People: ZINES AUS NEUSEELAND with loads of other excellent New Zealand zines.
Can you spot a page from Potroast #9 in this photo?
A huge thank you to Bryce Galloway for the opportunity and support!