Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Attempt on the mountain ...

 




This morning we took advantage of the beautiful day here in Canberra to visit the Botanic Gardens nestled at the base of Black Mountain, walk through the rainforest, the eucalypts, Wollemia pines and play with the water dragons. We started with breakfast at Pollen and as the morning got warmer and warmer the place to be was the cool of the rainforest.




I saw a very interesting sign. My mind did a flip and my hear a flutter "could I possibly walk to the tower on the top of Black Mountain?"




A truly beautiful red eucalypt



Natural rock texture along the way.




We made the decision to walk to the top though I had reservations as to whether I would make it. I knew David would as his fitness level is much higher than mine.
I could hear my heart beat in my head and my pulse was racing as sweat dripped from my whole body.
I made the decision to turn back after some really difficult (for me) steep slopes.



David continued to climb as I headed back down to get the car from the gardens and drive to the Mountain to pick him up. He got there before I did!



Gat leaving the gardens




Orana Ngunnawal Country




The tower ahead



It was closed



Looking toward the arboretum

Saturday, December 11, 2021

David's interview with Shaunagh O'Neil

 




David Nuttall Interview

Thoughts on retirement … or not!

I’ve been playing the oboe for a long time now, it’s part of me. It’s not everything, but it is a major part of my makeup and I love it. I love classical music in all its forms, from as far back as you can go to contemporary music. I love it all, so to finish with Beethoven is not a bad way to say farewell. Beethoven Seven is hard work but it’s spectacular, and I’m sure the audience would have been all revved up. 

Caroline was very generous with her words for all of us retiring last week. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel finishing up my professional performances but as well as my hugely supportive orchestral colleagues, I have had a great support team who’ve kept me on the stage. I have had excellent masseurs and a fabulous physiotherapist and GP as do sports people who travel with an entourage. For instance, Ash Barty always talks about the team who look after her, not so much about winning or losing. There is an understanding in our orchestra that there are many behind-the-scenes people who help us to do our best when we perform. 

Dinah wrote the most gorgeous poem which she read at the after concert party for which I thank her.  We have worked so well together and for such a long time. I remember guesting here when Dinah was completing her probation. I couldn’t have wished for someone more supportive and easy to get along with. She such a good musician, a wonderful oboe player and a beautiful person. We’re a little team within the bigger team. We’ve had as good a time as you can have. I have also had a very long association with the orchestra. I can’t remember exactly when I first played but I know I played the Richard Strauss Oboe Concerto in both the Odeon and the Princess Theatres in 1984 and I’ve been full-time with the orchestra for 16 years.

Hobart is such a fabulous place to live and work. I came from Canberra, where I lived for 22 years. It’s a place similar in size, lots of lake water, but not water of the magnitude of the River Derwent, which is just across the road from where we work! And the people I have had the pleasure to work with they make the organisation. We’ve got an amazing bunch. Caroline has enhanced what was before, which was already good and now it’s even better. I have only praise for what’s going on in the TSO. Some exciting changes have come as a result of the pandemic though some orchestras haven’t been able to rise the challenge. You can say, “this is too hard” or you can say, “actually, this is really hard but we’ll do something about it” and now that places us in a much better position than many other orchestras in the country. Everyone has contributed in their own way, it doesn’t have to be the same contribution, but people have been prepared to give it a go.

What are some musical highlights from your time at the TSO?

Every time I go on stage is a highlight for me and especially with Eivind. He is one of the finest musicians I’ve had the pleasure to work with and he is an incredible conductor. Eivind conducts shape, his rhythm is impeccable, and he’s compelling, you can’t ignore what he’s trying to say. Not since I’ve worked with Franz BrΓΌggen have I seen anyone at that level of engagement. You know he’s conducting what’s going on at the time on the stage with a plan and staying in the moment. He’s inspiring and he truly believes in what he’s doing. It’s researched, thought through, he has felt the phrases. That’s the best kind of music-making, when something special happens on stage, and you get brought along with it, because you know you’re part of it. It’s incredibly rewarding having that connection between the players and the conductor.

We’ve had wonderful soloists as well. Nina Stemme was amazing. I haven’t heard live singing of that calibre, that musicianship, technique, beauty and stamina since I heard Jessye Norman live. That was phenomenal and with John Lundgren too, just fabulous. Marko Letonja was incredible to work with as well.

What are you looking forward to in the next phase?

I’m looking forward to less consistent pressure. When you play any instrument at a high level, there’s a lot of pressure, physical and mental. That doesn’t mean I won’t play the oboe as I have no intention of selling my instruments. I will enjoy not always having to have one or more reeds around that I can manage. The perfect reed has not been made yet or it might be perfect for 5, 10, 20 minutes in a concert. Usually, it’s about managing your reed. When Heinz Holliger (one of the greatest musicians and practitioners of the oboe the world has ever seen) was on tour in Australia, he said, what sort of idiot must I be to trust my entire reputation to two little bits of grass tied onto a little brass tube. It’s nuts! It’s true! Grass is organic, it changes with the humidity.

Caroline said to me at one point she couldn’t understand why, when classical musicians retire, we often don’t see or hear from them again. Not specifically in relation to me, she’s had been thinking about these retiring musicians – where all that skill and experience is potentially lost to the company.  Of course, for people who simply want to stop, that’s ok. So we are chatting about ways I can remain associated with the orchestra. I’d really like to be a mentor through TSO. I suppose you might say this will be a new venture for the organisation.

I’m looking forward to finding a way to contribute to mentoring young instrumentalists which is essentially what I did in Canberra. I’ve been playing the oboe for 52 years. It’s physically demanding but I do like to help younger people achieve their goals. I’m not fond of the word teaching – it’s not a matter of putting something from you into someone else’s head. I don’t feel that covers what good teaching should be. Good teaching can only be said to have taken place when genuine learning has occurred. I see myself more as a facilitator of good learning. 

I came here in 2005. I was fortunate to get the job and I have done my best to make most of it.  I’ve got all this history however, and I’ve been teaching since I was a teenager. I read about it and I understand a lot more about it. We understand so much more now about how the brain works – so giving people information about how we learn is really helpful.  I’m friends with most of my former students. I love them all and they’re an incredible bunch of people. Some of them have positions in orchestras around the country – MSO, Australian Opera and Ballet Orchestra, ASO and OV. I’m not claiming responsibility in any way for the greatness of their achievements, but I have played a part, sometimes big, sometimes small and occasionally I might have said just the right thing at the right time. I don’t mind if they give up the oboe or keep playing. I’m more interested in helping them find their own pathway, whether it’s contemporary music, or no music, not performing – I’m equally proud of them. It’s encouraging people to learn how to learn, that opens doorways to things they might not have seen, and then they’re not as fearful of failing. I will help them achieve whatever they want to achieve. 

We run excellent programs for up-and-coming composers and conductors. I think with thoughtful talking with supporters, we could find some funding for a program of advanced learning for up-and-coming instrumental players. For instance a one-year program for a wind quintet (flute, oboe, clarinet, bassoon and French horn), could provide casual players for the orchestra and they could do some work in schools and small concerts around the State. That’s an area in which I’d like to contribute. I was a member of a wind quintet for 22 years and there aren’t that many which survived so long on a professional basis. There are all sorts of possibilities! It’s planting seeds that could develop over the next 5-10 years, and would give people preparing for ANAM, for example, a great deal of valuable experience. 

There is a sense here that the “management” (board, senior team and so forth) supports us and vice versa, and that is really great! In a successful organisation there should never be a feeling of “us and them”. That’s one of the things that Caroline is very good at conveying. She’s such a good thinker. Caroline is certainly one of the best communicators I’ve have met. Covid notwithstanding, I feel certain she would have embarked on a very similar consultative process – our TSO cathedral building. I’m sure. 

I was involved in this year’s Community Rehearsal and I’m looking forward to being involved in next year’s.  We are also talking about conducting tutorials in the North and North West of the state.

What will you miss the most?

Probably seeing all of my TSO friends on a more regular basis, and that “on stage” teamwork. I love sport and people talk a lot about the teamwork there, but that’s nothing compared to the teamwork we have as an orchestra of which an audience is often not aware and certainly not the complexity of how we work together and how we make it look so enjoyable and effortless at the same time.

A special tribute to David upon retirement

 



American poet Ogden Nash wrote:
"The oboe’s a horn made of wood.
I’d play you a tune if I could,
But the reeds are a pain,
And the fingering’s insane.
It’s the ill wind that no one blows good."
And, the good fortune that has come our way is the one, the only, David Nuttall (aka The Oboe Player). After fifty something years of an extraordinary career Nuttall is hanging up the reeds as he retires from the Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra. His final two concerts are this Friday evening and Saturday evening with Beethoven's Eighth Symphony followed by Beethoven's Seventh Symphony respectively. The seventh is my absolute favourite and in particular, the second movement.
A career is not about the final farewell but rather about the years and years of training, passion & devotion to one's craft. It's a continuing professional development and maintenance of the highest professional standards, abilities and performance not just musically but personally as well over all of those years.
Congratulations darling David on your brilliant and stellar career.





... and the news is all good

 





Wonderful news of Ellen's operation it was a huge success. Neurosurgery is just amazing in this day and age and the surgeons who perform it are true healers. Two days in hospital and then home to recover. About six weeks and with the doctors permission before Ellen will be able to drive again. All the family is elated with this news and will help her in any way for the best outcome in recovery.  

Wednesday, December 1, 2021

 



Having come to the ACT in 1977, a tumultuous year, I have grown very fond of my years here. One of the places I sought sanctuary was this place, the National Gallery of Australia. I talk a lot about our Gallery in my lectures and I have found it to be very welcoming, a way to touch and communicate with past creative minds.  I have seen the Gallery as I have seen Canberra grow and blossom into real places of worth to be in and live in. These from my walk in the NGA sculpture garden and on my Bridge to Bridge walk, enjoy!


 









THE FOG SCULPTURE










Tuesday, November 23, 2021

An unexpected visit to Canberra.

 




Mads & Ellen

In late October (2021) Ellen was diagnosed with a meningioma, a benign brain tumour. I chose to come here to Canberra when she told me this news. For Ellen it is another detrimental health event in a long line of such events in her short life. I postponed my November work schedule to be here and subsequently I have postponed my December commissions or passed them on to others.

Ellen will undergo surgery to remove the tumour on December 6th at the Royal Canberra Hospital. Her attitude is positive, though I know a little frightened, she just wants to "get in to surgery, get it out and get back to her life, their kiddies and her work. And that's what we are all banking on. My time here is unknown as her recovery will be at least six week but here I am for now and very happy to be here with the young ones to keep us all happy and focused on her wellbeing. 

 


Monday, October 18, 2021

 


On one of our morning COVID-exercise walks. It was a lot warmer than this photograph suggests. Stunningly awesome.


Goodness, our short, sharp lockdown came and went so quickly, blink and you would have missed it. This happened only in southern Tasmania where we remain COVID free. That in itself is very interesting. The perpetrator, a 31 year old male, entered the State illegally, was COVID positive, escaped from hotel quarantine yet infected no one in his community outings for hours on end even visiting a supermarket and many friends. How can that happen? I just pose the question is all.

Monday, October 11, 2021

It's Lecture month!

 

 

Detail from the arrest of Christ with stunning lettering & ornamentation.

Such intricate design and powerful imagery.

 

October 2021 is lecture month for me. I am privileged to be invited to present lectures on the Book of Kells for the Australian Decorative and Fine Arts Society (ADFAS) Queensland. ADFAS Byron Bay is also included in the Queensland circuit of lectures and why not! Due to our covid-19 restrictions with border controls all the lectures are presented by live-streaming.  Live-streaming has it's drawback of course but we have managed to iron out most of the difficulties to every ones satisfaction. I was particularly looking forward to traveling north into the warmth but alas I remain here in the studio in all my upper-body presentation regalia along with my jeans and comfortable flat leathers.

So far I have presented to ADFAS Byron, Brisbane (twice), Brisbane River & Noosa with Toowoomba, Rocky & Cairns to come. Fortunately I love my subject matter.
 

 

 

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

On our way to Strahan ...

 

 

We have visited Strahan three times since I arrived in Tasmania. Normally a five hour drive from Hobart though this particular trip took us six odd hours as we encountered snow and lot's of it across the top of the State. Dangerous yes, exciting yes, I drove yes!



We reached our beautiful destination exhausted yet happy.




The wilderness on the west coast

 

 


 

 

On Monday of this week David and I had an interesting steam train trip. We were visiting Strahan for some well deserved R&R.  In the early morning and drove to Queenstown where, very excitedly we boarded a steam train on West Coast Wilderness Railway. It started out like Gillian’s Island, perfectly well. Along the way we were served drinks and delicious Tasmanian fare. Between Lynchford and Rinadeena Saddle however a certain part of the mechanism between the engine and the Abt rack and pinion track broke. The Abt rack and pinion allows a train to motor uphill and downhill. We were stuck in the middle of a rainforest for just over three hours. We were perfectly fine but an urgent need to go to the toilet was for the most part felt more pressing by the women. No toilet facility onboard though there was at each station … if we ever got to them. 
 
We had two train driver engineers but they were not in a position to repair the damage. Three engineers drove from Strahan to Queenstown then trekked out to us on a high-wheel thingy to see if they could repair the problem. Running out of water was also a problem … not for us but for the engine.
Some people were taken off the train via the high-wheel thingy. But most of the passengers didn’t have a choice and sat it out. The children played UNO while the adults learned a lot about each other. Quite a happy occurrence. 
 
Finally the engineers won the day at least enabling us to gingerly back down the mountain to the station we had passed hours earlier. A bus was waiting to ferry us all back to Queenstown. Everyone was happy enough and the staff were excellent - truly wonderful - all through the uncertainty. We were greeted at the ticket office on our return with a 100% refund of our fares.  It was a great adventure notwithstanding, I found the orpiment so we have no complaints.
 
 
 
 
 
 
David & the steam engine at Lynchford.

 
When I took this photo I though "that's were we are going to ... up there"

 
How beautiful, we could have been stranded in a worse place.


F   I   N   I
 
 

 

Exciting find

 

 

Whilst on a trip to the west coast of Tasmania we visited the tiny railway station of Lynchford between Queenstown and Strahan. As the area was known for it's mining (gold and other such riches) there remains a tiny two room museum that can only be accessed by train as part of the West Coast Wilderness Railway. It is on the tourist trail and we were playing tourists. It was here I made an exciting find. Orpiment. I have talked about orpiment for years in my lectures on the Book of Kells but I had never actually seen it before last Monday. Orpiment - arsenic tri-sulphide - was used in the Book of Kells as a gold-like pigment and it was also used to adorn the tombs of pharaohs including King Tutankhamen. I was delighted.



Magnificent!


Tuesday, September 21, 2021

The past five or six months has been frenetic to say the least. There have been vaccinations, TSO concerts, lectures to attend online as a participant, lectures to give, Book of Kells, A calligraphers Life. There have been workshops both in-person and online ... many of them. Some have been pop-up workshops that I organise on the spur of the moment with a group or groups in pandemic lock down (gratis) then I have have some invitations to teach in Australia, the UK, and the US. There have been exhibitions to attend and exhibitions to contribute to not to mention preparing works for a major journal (shhhhh) about to go to press. Gosh ... and lunches & dinners to attend. Now I'm off to meet a calligraphy friend for a coffee!

Sunday, August 8, 2021

 

 

Thursday just past we gathered at the Lettering & Arts Shed to craft a couple of drum leaf bound booklets. Thanks to the guidance of Jenny Blake, friend and fellow Shed mate. This binding is perfect for workshop notes and exemplars as every page lays flat. If you google "drum leaf binding" you may well find a couple of designs with images and instructions.

 


The music pages are real and have a little foxing that adds to the authenticity.

Friday, August 6, 2021

Strange feeling ...

 

It is something I can't seem to shake off, the feeling of guilt. What is it that makes me feel guilty. I don't even know what it is I am guilty of? I have always had this guilt complex since I was a youngster. Upbringing in a strict Catholic family? You are all guilty even if you aren't. I am always afraid even though I truly have "nothing" to be afraid of.

Just recently, I felt guilty in having to let a beginner student go because I needed, no, wanted my Tuesday mornings back, or so I said. teaching one-on-one is difficult and even though I would sometimes work on my own stuff while they were labouring away ... I'd feel guilty about that even.

Now I feel guilty I have not worked hard enough to have all my film clips ready ... when I said I would. Am I lazy? What do I really want to do in life? I feel that dwelling on such questions are a waste of time, just get in and do something good, something worthwhile. Something, anything I won't feel guilty about. Oh dear  ... whatever it is "it's bigger than just me" and what does that mean exactly?

I'm stumped. I think I need a holiday but there is nowhere to go to. I feel guilty about even writing this post. Back to work.

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Time moves on ...

 

 

Time is moving on at a rapid pace. I don't know if that's because I am busy or that time has actually sped up. Of course I have been busy. I have been preparing for an upcoming one-day virtual workshop with the Texas Conference Legacies III and as usual I am privileged to be on the faculty. Over the week-long conference I will attend lectures, view the exhibitions and partake in some breakout conversations and lettering discussions. I will be wonderful to se many of my friends again and to make new ones.

 

Recently I ran a three hour workshop for the Art Society of Tasmania on how to use gold leaf on a number of different substrates. Time was tight so I had to be quite regimented in the flow process so I could get all the different techniques in that I wanted to share with the group. It was a successful little gathering at Lady Franklin Gallery and all went home happy with their bits ... and pieces.


In the recent two weeks covid-19 outbreaks have arrived on our shores again. Not here in Tasmania, we are fine with no reported cases though we are prepared in the event we find ourselves heading toward lock down.  It all started with one unvaccinated limousine driver taking airline crew to their hotels in Sydney. One or more of the crew tested positive to covid and the spread was incredibly fast. Two weeks later we have the entire Sydney basin in lock down with numerous escaped little bugs throughout the country. It is a great shame and to the country's detriment that the Federal Government has been so slow in rolling out the vaccine here in Australia. So few in the population are fully vaccinated unlike many other coun tries around the world boasting high numbers. I am hoping my upcoming family & teaching trip to Canberra is not cancelled. We will lick it eventually.

Five weeks over May I taught a course for the Cinque Port Scribes (UK), Hierarchy of the Scripts, it was very fruitful. In June I taught a lovely little Versals workshop as a treat for all who signed up to the ABC Red Deer conference in Canada. It was first postponed then cancelled altogether this year. It was wonderful to see so many friends and people enjoying the creative get together.

As far as commissions go I have worked on a couple, a life membership certificate, a book jacket design, a book inscription but the lovely thing is I have had some time to prepare some pieces that I have really enjoyed doing for the National Capital Art Prize in Canberra along with my faculty piece for Legacies III.

The football season is well underway so David is enthralled with our new sporting channel Kayo whereas I enjoy snuggling down with a good book or movie. All is well even though tempus fugit ...


 
 

 
 

 
 
 




I'll write again another day  ...



Tuesday, May 4, 2021

The story of a painting ...

 


 Gemma Black: maker of written artifacts with pen & ink-stone 

Artist: Neville Dawson

 

I met a man on a bus

 

I arrived into Hobart Airport from one of those long haul trips that I have taken from time to time. I was exhausted after an enjoyable teaching tour. I boarded a mini-bus to take me into the city centre as David was working in Orchestra and had taken the car. A gentleman asked was the seat next to me taken. It wasn’t, so I said he was welcome to sit there. Invariably a small-talk conversation started though I could hardly keep my eyes open with the tiredness. Suddenly my senses piqued when he said he was an artist and all my concentration was suddenly focused on this quietly spoken man sitting next to me … "An artist? So am I”, I said … “well sort of”.

The gentleman, whose name is Neville Dawson, turned out be so interesting and charming that our trip into the city ended so very quickly. It saw us swapping names as he exited down the steps getting off the bus. “Look me up” I called.

I had just met Dr Neville Dawson, Head of Art Newington College (Rtd.), Master Portrait Painter and a true gentleman.

Not long after our serendipitous meeting on the bus, we met up again at a lecture I was giving at the NSW State Library for the Australian Society of Calligraphers. It was lovely to see Neville again as I could introduce him to David.  A few years had gone by though we corresponded during this time. Neville shared a great deal of his portrait work with me. Then out of the blue he asked would I sit for him to have my portrait sketched then painted with the aim of entering it into the Archibald. Gosh, what a very special treat. 

The Painting

 I had always loved a particular fresco portrait of a young woman since I was a child. We had a magnificent library with many wonderful art books and the paintings around the house were poster facsimiles of famous paintings. From all the paintings I liked the Blue Boy the most, but from books my favourite was what I called my Pompeii Woman. After I started learning calligraphy I found her again during my studies and I have used her ever since as my muse. Some claim she is Sappho the Greek lyric poet but I doubt this is true. She is holding a stylus and wax tablets so I would say she was a young woman of some wealth who had the good fortune to learn to write.

I showed her to Neville and I asked if we could use her somehow. So we took the concept from the Pompeii Fresco and Neville used it to direct his approach to the painting. And as Neville says “The idea of linking two women 2,000 years apart by their gifts and talent is very special” and that it’s a “comment on the continuity of the written word within our culture”. 

I hope you enjoy the painting as we have both enjoyed the journey. As for the Archibald … well who knows … it’s a lottery!


Sunday, April 25, 2021

 It's a good to be alive day ...

 

 
 
On a beautiful cream 300gsm watercolour paper this is a repeat of a piece I did quite a few years ago now. Walnut ink & vermilion gouache, It was originally a contribution to a conference faculty exhibition in the US. A student saw a partial image in a versals workshop I was teaching recently and he asked if he could use it in a religious text exhibition towards the end of 2021. I'll set the link here when the show goes online.


 
 

Apology to all Australians impacted by the Thalidomide Tragedy

"We are sorry. We are more sorry than we can say." The full manuscript.   A close up. Two manuscripts were created. An original an...