I made this super 8 film to submit as my art history thesis at undergrad art college in 1988. For the accompanying end of year graduate exhibition, I framed the conversation fragments seen in the super 8 and arrayed them on the wall.

For the first two years at art college I caught the number 16 tram from St Kilda there and back, dedicating the time on board to practising my drawing. After filling umpteen sketch books and developing a quick and accurate hand, one bleak morning I realised the drawings—often beautiful—didn’t grab me.

The conversations I overheard, however, increasingly did. Not necessarily their content, as the private ins and outs of a stranger’s life delivers little bearing. What instead caught me was the way two people supposedly conversing while sitting crammed next to each other would appear to be in entirely separate rooms, separate spaces, describing different things—all under the guise of discussing the same thing in conversation.

Although the two in conversation shared the same physical space, their thoughts’ separate errands kept them from sharing any space.

Repeatedly, neither participant would be transported into the other’s concerns. Neither would ponder the other’s worries. Neither would follow the other’s ‘he did this then she did that, and, do you believe, well, I told her’, while shoulder to shoulder, staring off into the same distance awaiting their tram journey’s end.

In having invested all my time, money, hope, devotion and dreams learning to make sculpture—an object at the symbolic centre of a 360° spatial viewing circle—how might I learn to combat the simple disregard of the very space we share in which sculpture takes place?

No wonder few were interested in art, I thought, let alone a sculpture that stands shoulder to shoulder with a viewer in the same space replete with egalitarian notions of figuring real, not pictorial, space.

It is with this—the overheard conversations and their manner—that I then began to draw and fill my sketch books that final year before graduating and from which the super 8 film ‘sculpture: a conversation’, 1988, grew.

Gail Hastings
July 2020

“And what I haven’t told you.”

Three stills from the super 8 film by Gail Hastings
Sculpture: A Conversation, mid-1988
Photos in the film: Gail Hastings
Hands: Thanks Kate Daw, Michael Collins and Megan Lee
Voiceover: Thanks Eliza Bram

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