We’ve been busy with printing Potroast paper bags with a linocut design on a Platen Heidelberg printing press this weekend. What do you think?

Submissions for Issue #11 are now closed
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!
#11 Calling for Submissions
Showcase: Felix Harris
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.
http://www.photospace.co.nz/_GMG_pages/Felix_Harris/FH2012-1.htm
late-night monologue – Iain Britton
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 overseas
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.
More info here: http://www.nzatfrankfurt.govt.nz/events/incredibly-hot-sex-hideous-people-zines-new-zealand
Can you spot a page from Potroast #9 in this photo?
A huge thank you to Bryce Galloway for the opportunity and support!




