Pointeso Art Scene

Father…son…father meet son.

A minimum wage father and twenty-something hipster emerging artist son in conversation.

Father: ‘Aye..yeah…I was doin’ a gardenin’ job on the Pointeso Interstate Zone 34 at the petrol station and this bloke pulls up in a big posh white Lamborghini.’

Son: Speaks muffled phone voice.

Father: ‘No…I didn’t know who it was. He just said ‘I’ve just seen the job you’ve done there…dya wanna come and work for me? I’d have ye two days a week at The Naze Vale Gallery…never heard of it…’

Son: Hysterical exclamations.

Father: ‘Ah right…well I’m out of the loop on what all the youngies are up to nowadays. Yeah he said a few things had come to light in the gallery…staff bookin’ hours when they hadn’t been there. He lives in one of those big bloody mansions on Battery Row near the Pointeso Football ground. ‘

Son: Unheard excited chatter.

Father: ‘Nah…ye might as well stay with the people ye know than the people ye don’t know…’

Pointesian Networks.

This year’s extended edition of Pointesian networks considers the relationship between aesthetics and emergency politics, manifested as experimental narratives. Encountering both domestic and institutional arrangements, cultural conditioning, and national political milieux, the ethics of artistic agency and representation are brought into question as filmmakers cross-examine their chosen subjects from many angles. Improvisation may inform both subject matter and approach, with egos incisively and humorously dismantled; the specifics of a given place or circumstance may be scrutinized.

The films, performances, and discussions that make up Pointesian Networks 2014 are by turns playful and unsettling, with monologue emerging as a strategy for preservation, and dialogue as the option to move things forward into the future.

In light of artist Sophia Lella’s call for relation-making practices to resist and reclaim, the contributions to Pointesian Networks 2014 may be read as gestures towards a considered altered listening that is sensitive to “pliabilities, whichever are virally intrinsic, but make a neutrally balanced persuasive but make the expoxculation for an inherent existence only because we don’t recognise the selfless self.” (Lella, 2011)

Participating artists include:

Huyton Villa

Therese Malconna

Terry Smitho

Katrissa Hollos

Thame Giveaway

Tracy Juste

Meemar Versailles

Harrisona Telephonica

Tresnote Gallery…Outer Zone.

Pre – emerging artist Maiselle Helter enters the white cube styled gallery following an email confirmation from the director: Stephane Claude.

She’s feeling a bit parched after a thirteen and a half hour journey from the northern Olby region. She’s thinking of her two kids she’s left with her mother for the day.

A cyber-chique styled hypereal supermodel gallerist raises her sulky eyes.

Miase: ‘I’ve come for a meeting with Mr Claude at two thirty.’

Gallerist: ‘About?’

Maise: ‘To show me around the space…like…’

Gallerist: ‘He’s on a call at the moment. I’ll check the diary. If you’d like to go on through to the expo space, I’ll let him know you’re here.’

Thirty minutes later.

The pre – emerging artist is sitting alone on a metal bench in the centre of the gallery scanning a text-based work projected onto the white walls of the northern wall.

The reserved gallerist re-appears.

Gallerist: ‘Did you actually have an appointment…there’s nothing in the diary.’

Pre – emerging artist: ‘We corresponded by email, Mr Claude re-confirmed it with me last week.’

Gallerist: ‘Hmmm okaay…why don’t you sign up on our mailing list and we could get all our latest info to you that way? We also have an open submission for our Alt – Contemporary artists under twenty five.’

Pre – emerging artist: ‘I’m thirty one.’

Gallerist. ‘Shame. On your way out…fill in the mailing list…’

A text chimes on the phone of the gallerist.

‘Yah…Mr Claude has been called out on an executive meeting….as I said…the mailing list…’

The pre – emerging artist sits on a metal stool in the centre of the space…returning her gaze to the scrambled texts.

Pointeso Metros.

X is waiting in the Vaconsoft Parkway undergrowth. It tunes into fragmented conversation on board the regular Metros that leaves the business park every ten minutes.

‘It’s dog eat dog.’

‘Waitin’ for feedback now…then you go…’

‘Fredrick Klazer lived there.’

Please can you take any personal belongings with you.

‘Team executive on one?’

‘Tell ’em where to stick it.’

‘Clariza will will be higher up in the gallery won’t she?’

‘The Naze Vale Collective got haggled down last time.’

‘The big problem is that the Traye Network are standardising the loan…that’t the problem they’ve got now.’

‘Total tax paid…you’ll need to get someone in finance to do it.’ (Coughs).

The mist floats over the metallic fields.

‘Get the agenda…see what time we arrive.’

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