Iconic Memory Series
MEMORY SERIES GERRY KING
There are diverse components to
a new series springs not from one experience or
ideal but is assembled rather as a magnet attracts unrelated iron
I feel an obligation to existing bodies of work, adopting a new
direction feels somewhat like
abandoning one’s children and vowing
love to an unknown orphan.
Eventually the compulsion to start afresh overwhelms the notion
of continuing the known direction.
Iconic Memory Series is an encompassing title for several
subgroups with a
common concern for the environment and the
way in which we perceive it.
[Iconic memory is the retention of a visual impression after it has
We all do it; certainly I hold memory of visual
experiences for decades, seeking an opportunity to integrate them into
A component of this inspiration
arose while viewing icebergs and glaciers in Iceland.
Held within the mass of ice are mementos of many years
passage across the earth.
Stones and soil form patterns within the translucent blocks
teasing the spectator to postulate the circumstances of this
present as dark spots, not visually spectacular but alluding to a time
period much longer than a human life,
a fragility vulnerable to
As the planet warms more will
be revealed from within the ice and from the land it covers.
What might we discover about the past, what might we
ascertain of our future?
is comforting to think of the present as indicative of the past and
predictive of the future.
The extent to which it is, warrants debate.
These works stand between the known and the unknown.
Might our perception of that which we see about us be
trapped in our assumptions as the scrapings are trapped in the ice?
As a child I worked in the
early morning delivering milk.
particularly hot days we would visit the ice-works to replenish the
The blocks of
ice appeared as though magic propelled them from the factory chute,
large, glistening and painfully cold to touch.
Entrapped in the centre were masses of bubbles, a virtual
landscape of white dots.
The memory returned as I contemplated ways of presenting the
notion of natural history held within the icebergs
The subgroups of this series,
Kanmantoo Valley, Barossa Valley, Native Valley, etc are in part
inspired by rural districts I often visit.
Some are in the rain
shadow of the Adelaide Hills, during summer the grass covered slopes
are a harsh dry brown but in winter
they are radiant with a
resplendent swaying green.
The contrast is so stark that it barely seems possible.
These valleys are a short
distance from my home on a high rainfall, tall tree covered steep
is startling, illustrating the change wrought upon landscape by
availability of water
As the series has progressed
some have ‘migrated’ to be wall mounted,
emerging from the blocks
of glass rather as core samples of rock or ice are sliced to reveal