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Eddie
Mabo
(after Mike Kellys Booths Puddle 1985,
from
Platos Cave, Rothkos Chapel, Lincolns Profile),
1996
by
Gordon Bennett
synthetic
polymer on linen
168.0 x 152.5
cm
Collection:
National Portrait Gallery, Canberra
Purchased
1999
Artists
Statement
"Behind
every cave
there is, and necessarily must be, a still deeper cave: an ampler,
stranger, richer world beyond the surface, as abyss behind every bottom, beneath
every foundation". Friedrich Nietsche.
When
thinking about Eddie Mabo I realised that I could not think of him as a real person.
I could not know him in the way his family and friends knew him. I could only
"know" him through his image in the newspapers, through what was written
about him and his role in overturning the great white lie of Terra Nullius.
Like
most Australians I only know the Eddie Mabo of the "mainstream" news
media, a very two dimensional "copy" of the man himself, a mere "shadow".
The name "Mabo" seemed to whip up fear and hysteria in many non-Aboriginal
Australians who seemed to think that land claims would be made on their backyards.
I am still disgusted by the lies that were told by opportunistic politicians who
played on the publics fear and ignorance. Australias racist underbelly
remains exposed. The image and name Mabo seemed to me to take on the qualities
of a demigod, to many a symbol of joy, of hope and justice, yet able to strike
fear into the hearts and minds of others.
In
making this work I decided to use a newspaper image of Eddie Mabo and some of
the headlines from the many newspapers articles I collected about the "Native
Title" furore, and furore it was indeed! People seemed to go mad. Wild claims
were made about what Native Title would mean and the headlines screamed about
a "Nation Divided". I couldnt help but think that justice hurts
sometimes, and that the mask of Australia as a just and egalitarian nation had
slipped a little more.
To
me the image of Eddie Mabo stood like the eye of a storm, calmly asserting his
rights while all around him the storm, a war of words and rhetoric, rages. I chose
to use an image by the American artist Mike Kelley, an artist I admire, because
it seemed to fit perfectly in a number of ways. The image of the edge of the city
I related to work I did in 1987 called The Coming of the Light which was
how some indigenous people of the Torres Strait referred to the coming of the
missionaries. In this work the arm that holds the" light" (of enlightenment)
is doubled sided and also holds a crisis of belief and a questioning of faith;
a deconstruction of Western perspectives that I feel intuitively intersects with
Kelleys work of 1985, though I was unaware of Kelley at the time, but I
dont have the space to follow these threads and elaborate. In any case the
work should remain open, and (I) have an abiding aversion to providing the "authors
voice" as final arbiter of meaning (courtesy of Roland Barthes and John Berger).
The
black man in The Coming of the Light is portrayed as victim, but Eddie
Mabo is the direct opposite, and as such may represent a reversal and inversion,
a mirror image of the latter work, perhaps it is "other"? But that is
my speculation. The image of the city is changed also. In another work I did in
1987 called Perpetual Motion Machine I depicted the edge of the city as
ploughing onward, steam-rolling over a huddled group of Mimi spirit figures while
a group of white heads bang together suspended by strings from the doors of their
houses like the steel balls on some executive toy. Now the city is disintegrating
at its edge the balance of the Perpetual Motion Machine is upset, and from
now on any "forward" motion may involve a more careful process of negotiation.
Gordon
Bennett
2 February
1996