Artworks and stories
by Julie Gough
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The whispering sands (Ebb Tide),1998 (Click on the image or follow this link to see another image from this series.)

This installation comprises sixteen lifesize portraits pyrographically (hand-burnt) onto 5 mm plywood. These are British individuals who historically and subsequently impacted on Tasmanian Aboriginal people. These figures were placed in the tidal flats at Eaglehawk Neck, Southern Tasmania during November 1998 in the 'Sculpture by the Sea' Exhibition.

These people were collectors; they accumulated material culture, stories, human remains, anthropological/medical information and even Aboriginal children in the names of science, education, history, anthropology and the increase of their own personal status and power.

I decided (as an exercise and partially an exorcism) to collect these people themselves (as images) and reduce them to a nameless conglomerate mass just as they had enacted on Aboriginal Tasmanians last century.

Placed in the tidal flats for two weeks late in 1998, these figures submerged and re-emerged with the action of the tides, the tide enacting the position of memory. Placed as though they were wading into shore, they operated as a form of mnemonic trigger. Their emergence from the water suggested that their presence and deeds rests still within our own memories.

This work was a response to awakening ideas about our co-residency with the past, and to questions arising about our avoidance and consignment of the past to a peripheral dimension called 'history'.

Driving Black Home, 2000 (Click on images below or follow this link to see enlargements of these works.)

15 postcards, Mantelpiece. Variable dimensions

Driving Black Home is an ongoing series of photographic works I am compiling as I make my way around this island. This takes time!

There are fifty-six places names after Black people in Tasmania, they include :
Black Mary's Hill, Black George's Marsh, Blackmans Lookout, Black Tommy's Hill, Blackfellows Crossing, Black Phils Point….

There are seventy nine "Black" places in Tasmania, they include:
Black Beach, Black Creek, Black Gully, Black Marsh, Black Pinnacle, Black Reef, Black Sugarloaf, Black Swamp….

There is one Abo Creek in Tasmania….

There are three places named 'Nigger' in Tasmania: Nigger Head, Niggerhead Rock and Niggers Flat….

There are sixteen places named for "Natives" in Tasmania, they include :

Native Hut Creek, Native Lass Lagoon, Native Track Tier, Native Plains….

These are one hundred and fifty four places. But really they become one big place, the entire island, Tasmania. This is a journey of mapping and jotting the intersections which make up this place's story and history.

I see this big ongoing journey as an act of remembering . It is also my way of considering and disclosing the irony that although our original Indigenous place names were all but erased from their original sites; Europeans then consistently went about reinscribing our ancestors' presence on the land. I propose that these 'settlers' recognised the rights of occupancy of Aboriginal Tasmanians' - evidenced by their renaming of 'natural' features across the entire island in the image of Black, Native, Nigger and Abo….

HOME sweet HOME (Click on images below or follow this link to see enlargements.)

Gough, Julie, HOME sweet HOME, 1999. Cotton, pins, timber, soap, installation. Dimensions 6 x 6 m.

HOME sweet HOME eventuated as a response to my visit to Liverpool in May 1999.1 When the former Bluecoat Hospital was suggested as a site for a work I began walking around Liverpool noticing references to the great wealth upon which the city was founded; the movement of people and materials – slavery, migration and trade.

Initially I became engrossed in researching the transportation of people to Australia – convicts, and the forced migration of children. However, I found myself drawn, somewhat unexpectedly, to the children in the Bluecoat Hospital (orphanage) who stayed behind.
The Liverpool Archives holds diverse references to the Bluecoat Hospital, and also to the Ragged Schools and the Kirkdale House of Correction that existed in this city; brief tantalising glimpses into a short life of hard work.
Children in the Ragged School in Soho Street, Liverpool 'sorted senna and pig bristles' whilst children in the Bluecoat late in the nineteenth century 'made pins'.

The orphan boys in the Bluecoat Hospital were expected to set sail on the Slave ships and Traders which were run by several of the Bluecoat Board and Benefactors early in the nineteenth century. Girls were trained to be domestic servants; if they defied this expectation they were not provided street clothes to leave the premises.

In wandering the city, I stood searching the cityscape from the top of the Liverpool Anglican Cathedral and saw the cemetery below. I walked down through the stone-tunnelled entrance into the underworld-like quarry burial-ground of selected inhabitants of the city. Stone after stone inscribed with the names of ship captain's and their ships, of dearly beloved and departed young children eulogised in terms of permanent angelic sleep. In the midst of repetitive notions of love and family I was stopped hard in my tracks by the sight of six stones in a row. Damp and nettle fringed they unemotionally named-as-lists one hundred and twenty-two dead children from four Liverpool Orphanages: The Bluecoat Hospital, The Liverpool Infant Orphan Asylum, The Liverpool Female Orphan Asylum, The Liverpool Boys' Orphan Asylum.2

I felt that these stones were the answer, the reason for my extended walks in and around the city. I imagined them immediately as soft pillows, as mattresses, as a comfort that these children never had in reality. I returned to the headstones shortly after with a huge bundle of cotton fabric and a large graphite rock from the Liverpool Museum to rub and transfer the Bluecoat children to their former site, and the other children to a similar Orphanage site to that which they had experienced.

This activity occurred over six wet and windy days – with accompanying unexpected vital meetings with cemetery locals and visitors.

I then decided that soap should also be an element within the work. I had been to Port Sunlight3 and seen the influence of the Lever Company on the region. The unacknowledgment of palm oil as a major item within the cargo of Slave ships – a direct connection with Bluecoat (yet again), and this product's transformation into household cleaning goods was a strangely repulsive and compulsive piece of information.

Lavender scented soap mix utilising Lever LUX and lavender oil was applied to the base of a plaster pillar in the installation. This represents both the lack of mother and home comforts in these children's lives, and visually expresses the metaphorical bar of soap upon which this building's foundation and framework was based.

Upon my return to Hobart in late May 1999, I constructed small 'beds' for these pillow/mattresses the size of the actual tombstones. I believed that these names must be filled-in with pins. They became pin cushions with only the pin-heads visible as an act of recognition and remembrance of the short lives of these children. The dots were a form of punctuation - full-stops. My mother, myself and three obsessively compulsive women worked continuously over two months to complete the intensive pin-work required.

Making this work seemed to be an appropriately similar activity to the endlessly repetitive work which the children's tiny hands endured as pin-makers, and as such perhaps a fitting acknowledgment.
Seventy kilograms of pins later, and with enough stuffing for ninety regular pillows – the children were brought back in from the cold to the Home that wasn't so sweet for them.

Visitors to the room began speaking the names of the children aloud as they read the pillows, invoking their presence and return to the very site where they had dwelt over 100 years ago. They filled the gap of time with voice. This aspect of sound, of naming, amongst the former silencing of cold headstones was a most unsettling and generous act, beyond my intent, which unexpectedly occurred.

Brown Sugar

Gough, Julie, Brown Sugar, 1995/6. Acrylic paint on ply, mixed-media. 1800 x 3000 x 120 mm. (Click on the image or follow this link to see an enlargement.)

This is a work based on the two-year journey of my ancestor, Woretemoeteyerner, who travelled from Bass Strait to mainland Australia and across to Rodriguez and Mauritius from 1825 - 1827.

The elements of chance and fragmentation are integral to the work due to the information about the journey accidentally surviving within the vague diary musings of Quaker Missionaries, Backhouse and Walker who, in 1831, recorded that 'She spoke a little French.… Having been to the Isle of France'.

Further archival research revealed a little more; including that Mauritius provides Australia with sugar to this day: once all types - today only demerara. 'Brown Sugar' has been utilised as a descriptive term for Black women throughout White history.
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The Trouble With Rolf

Gough, Julie, The Trouble With Rolf, 1996.Plaster heads, Huon pine fence posts, fencing wire, text. Variable dimensions.
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This work developed from the fourth verse of Tie me kangaroo down, sport by Rolf Harris (1966).

The 4th verse apparently refers to a dying (white) pastoralist's last words; his will and testament whereby he is giving away his 'property'. He mutters: 'Let me Abo's go loose, Lew, let me Abo's go loose....They're of no further use, Lew, so let me Abo's go loose, Altogether now...'

I represented one meaning behind the words by introducing plaster cast Aboriginal stockmen heads, in a musical notation formation spelling-out the fencing-in or out that has been enforced onto many outback Aboriginal people.

Rolf is probably also referring to the 'freeing' of Aboriginal stockmen/musterers during the mid 1960's when the Equal Wages Bill was passed in Australia. Previously, Aboriginal workers were paid a pittance, or with food/tobacco rations.

Paradoxically, the legislation resulted in thousands of rural Aboriginal people facing unemployment and being forced off their traditional lands (where they had often managed to continue living due to white 'landowners' allowing them to work on these properties). It led to large numbers of Aboriginal people living as displaced persons on the outskirts of townships, many up to the present-day.

The song Tie me Kangaroo Down, Sport is a troublesome lyrical arrangement because each verse except for the Fourth has Australian Fauna as its focus - Kangaroos, koalas, platypus, etc. The fourth verse includes Aborigines as part of the 'wildlife' of the Australian landscape, and then even goes so far as to suggest that they can be 'let loose' - released at the whim of a stockman/bushman - inferring that Aboriginal people were under the control of others.

Yet this song is of it's own time, as was Rolf in the mid 1960's - can Rolf be entirely castigated for proposing a pseudo freedom for the 'captives' ?

My aim in utilising the song and 'found' Aboriginalia (kitsch plaster wall ornament of an Aboriginal stockman) which I then reproduced in multiple, is to reclaim representations of Aboriginal people for ourselves. I believe that the only way to work with imagery, text, inferences that are 'out there' already performing their intended roles in society, is to claim these representations, and reuse them subversively outside their original context.

The redirection into new performative roles of their power to damage and undermine can question and redefine our understanding of that past in our country's present and future.4

Julie Gough, © all rights reserved


1 I was invited to participate in 'TRACE' The Liverpool Biennial (Various venues across Liverpool) UK, 23rd September – 7th November, 1999 by guest curator Tony Bond (Curator from the Art Gallery of New South Wales). The resulting work, HOME sweet HOME has remained in Liverpool, but because this installation is an integral component of my PhD submission I discuss the work with accompanying illustrations here.

2 The deaths of these children occurred at various times and the headstones indicate their ages and these dates.

3 A soap making village adjacent to Liverpool which was established by Lever.

4 Interestingly, Rolf has changed this fourth verse in recent sheet-music reprints of this song, and he no longer sings the fourth verse as he originally intended either.

The trouble is, that like Eeny meeny miny mo…music and verse are one of the most pervasive ways to enter into the popular unconscious, and it will be some time before those familiar with the song can replace the original version with the new. I think Rolf was reflecting his times, and the mind-frame of most non-Aboriginal Australian's in the mid-sixties – where I think he is still ensconced today. I believe that it is crucial that this history hidden amidst the popular is not forgotten.