10 May 2014

Helen and Harriet

So of course this exhibition is all about the work of the Scott sisters, who lived on Ash Island (now part of the larger Kooragang Island thanks to some ingenious 1960s island-linking and environment-trashing). These two sisters were an interesting pair.

Their dad was Alexander Walker (AW) Scott, a well-connected scientifically-minded gent from the mother country, who moved out to the colonies for some adventure.

And some tail. He hooked up with Harriet Calcott, a woman whose parents were emancipists (convicts who earned their freedom through service) who already had two daughters by two different posh military dads. Although social strata in the colonies were somewhat more blurry than 'back home' by this point, it must have been somewhat noteworthy a family arrangement in those days. I wonder what kind of foxy lady this Ms Calcott must have been. Certainly it was a fairly liberal-minded family.

Helena Scott

Harriet and Helena Scott were born from this relationship between AW and Harriet Calcott, and lived their early years into their mid-teens in Sydney. AW had all sorts of fingers in all sorts of pies, being an entrepreneur, local member and scientist over his career, among other things. In 1846 he made an honest woman of Harriet Calcott and took his Brady Bunch (Harriet and Helena being 14 and 16) to live on an island he'd received in a land grant, that is, Ash Island, near Newcastle. They lived and worked there for 20-odd years, in various business ventures and of course AW's etymology works.

As was very common for artists and illustrators, AW conscripted his progeny into the note-taking and illustration of his work. While his step-daughters were involved, by the time they moved to Ash Island, his natural daughters Harriet and Helena really stepped in and took to it with gusto. Their contribution to the 2 volume work, 'Australian Lepidoptera and their Transformations', as well as many others, built their reputation as the foremost botanical illustrators in the colony.

A-Dubs, Colonial Multi-Tasker and Baby Daddy

AW must have been quite the eccentric/enlightened individual. Taking full advantage of being on a fairly remote island paradise full of amazing entomological specimens and devoid of the usual mind-numbing young lady pursuits such as dancing, embroidery and corsetting one's internal organs into oblivion, his daughters trained under his guidance to become highly capable and skilled scientific illustrators.  Remarkably, he acknowledged their contribution at a time when women stayed in the background or even deliberately concealed their identities if they did 'professional' work (think Jane Austen, the Brontes and George Eliot, who all published under male pseudonyms). Through stint of his training and their abilities and hard work, Harriet and Helena, who had been born into ignominious (read: trashy) beginnings, were elevated to the status of noted botanical illustrators.  Their work was known here and in England at the highest levels, and they were granted honorary member status at the Entomological Society of New South Wales  (which they could not join as they were ladies).

All around the same time, 1866-ish, their rural idyl was shattered. AW became bankrupt and his wife Harriet died.  Helena married Edwarde Forde, a scientist, and they trooped off on a romantic scientific expedition to the desert together. Naturally, as this was the Victorian era, which seems to be just chock-a-block with sad tales of tragic illnesses, they both got fever and he died, leaving her a widow in her mid-30s. The family financial situation was so bad, her dad had to borrow money to get her home from the expedition.  She worked and to her middle-class-arriviste horror, received payment, until her final years to make ends meet and avoid working as a governess. Both sisters did a broad range of illustration work in this period for scientific and commercial commissions.  Harriet married at the age of 52 and didn't do much work after that. They both died in Sydney at a ripe old age between 1907-1910.

09 May 2014

My studio

I am sharing my studio with some bits and pieces from the Lock-Up Cultural Centre collection. Some beautiful police uniforms, and an amazing old map showing Captain Cook's voyages. What a lucky coincidence!




A monument to a champion of the workers, and the hypnotic sea





Empty arcade

Re the arcade I mentioned in my earlier post. So apparently, according to my wellspring of local knowledge Belinda Howden, there is a swimming pool underneath this arcade! It was supplied with saltwater with a pipeline from nearby Newcastle Beach and was apparently closed down as it encouraged 'immoral activity' (I guess it would be called a 'beat' today). It now lies empty and derelict like the arcade above.


08 May 2014

Intriguing snakes


Check out this souvenir from World War I. A beaded snake crafted by a Turkish prisoner of war, brought back to Australia by a returning soldier.

(c) Newcastle Museum

Helena Scott (later Helena Forde) also turned out some pretty amazing snakes when she illustrated in lifelike detail "The snakes of Australia : an illustrated and descriptive catalogue of all the known species" by Gerard Krefft.

Novocastria

I love the word 'Novocastria' and its variations, especially the word 'Novocastrian' to describe an inhabitant of Newcastle. And this upcoming exhibition about Novocastria at the Newcastle Art Gallery (NAG) is very exciting.

http://www.nag.org.au/exhibitions/future/artist/novocastria

There are some beautiful and fascinating pieces, many of them dealing with issues of our colonial past, including an intriguing series by Rew Hanks (represented by Watters Gallery - have a look at some of his work: http://www.wattersgallery.com/artists/HANKS/2013/Hanks2013.html):

Rew Hanks 
The Hunter and Collector (left), Macquarie's Chair (2010) linocut on paper (both works)



A walk around Newcastle

The Lock-Up Cultural Centre (that's my studio window top-right)

Newcastle Beach

They have seabaths! This place must be incredible in the warmer months. The beaches are pretty much perfect. I saw people surfing. The water is apparently warm.

Hunter River, looking back towards the sea. Found by the English colonial folk when looking for some escaped convicts. The convicts had nabbed a boat and headed north (I remember reading that some escaping convicts were looking for China, bless them). Lieutenant Shortland must have lost his mind when he discovered this incredibly beautiful, naturally deep harbour (not to mention the coal). No mention on Wiki of him discovering the whereabouts of the convicts.

The Council offices, referred to locally as 'the Round House'. Reminds me of the Beehive in Wellington NZ by Sir Basil Spence. This isn't one of his but there is some brutalist architecture in Newcastle. Brutal indeed. But is it practical? How do you fit desks and whatnot in this thing?

Some impressive street art.

Art deco arcade. I love all the 'a's. 

The actual arcade shops were mostly empty.  Newcastle is in the throes of a push to renew the old Hunter Street Mall area and surrounds, as part of a larger renewal project called 'Renew Newcastle'.  There's an empty department store which now houses artists and designers and is called Emporium.  Even though results are mixed and clearly Newcastle is still finding its post-industrial feet, you can see that there is a great buzz of creativity and lots of energy and positivity. There's lots of good cafes, hipsters, crafty shops and bars, as well as absolutely enormous coal ships and industrial infrastructure.  

One great initiative I stumbled across this morning when wanting to purchase a needle to darn a hole in my only cardigan (I'd packed light) was a craft shop called Hand to Hand Craft.  It's run to provide training and employment to people with disabilities. Volunteers Carmel and Katrina provide managerial support and it was such a welcoming, beautiful place. Excitingly, they have an artistically inclined staff member Mitchell who hand-decorates all the shopping bags and I was lucky enough to score this beautiful sheep!


Another observation: EVERYTHING HERE IS NAMED HUNTER. The river was named after the then-governor of NSW and it is like Novocastrians just want everything to be called Hunter. Quite entertaining as my husband's name is Hunter. I think we should move up here, he can start a psych practice and just call it Dr Hunter.