Liam Murphy: An ode to no one
54 x 43cm
Acrylic On Canvas
Tasmanian Oak Frame
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Liam’s work is the evolution of his lifelong habit of doodling. Vast repetition and an innate understanding of colour create a sense of oddity which is both sophisticated and childlike.
Under rows of Norfolk Pines just north of the fortieth parallel in the teeth of a thrashing sou-wester behind the doors of an instant coffee brick veneer garage left of the quarter panels of a 71 Valiant Charger Liam toils night after night in a soft focus glow of red wine teeth on mad geometrics that threaten to channel the busted frequency signal on a mid-century Rank Arena TV or the visual equivalent of a Marshall feedback scream
Lines that invoke the repetition of a scratched LP on a scale that would induce hand-cramp in lesser artists or those with no answer to what-are-you-doing-dad, turn-that-shit-down and the fraught moment of near perfection just before a small Murphy flings the bolognese
These lines bring human chaos to heel, captured within the bounds of a handmade frame buzzed down from doorways benches stud frames school blackboards or stumps
Inside that narrow timber a punchup barely held in check between ice cream colour melody and massed formations of line and pattern muscling rhythm underneath and outside that same timber the expanses of a wall that work to draw the eye into the music so the feet do the rest