this blog showcases the artwork of SIMON PERICICH
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Brand make-up and hair-dye including Maybaline™ concealer, Estee Lauder™, MAC™, Dior™,L'Oreal™ etc.
image credit justin spiers 09
words by ANDREW GAYNOR from the catalog essay for A SECRET LIFE OF PLANTS
"In a return to the phenomena of cargo cults and nature-worship, Simon Pericich introduces us to ‘a harbinger for a planet obsessed with a shiny greener future.’12 Dressed in a faux-Nike jacket and with a face composed mostly of weeds, this scarecrow-of-tat bears little genetic relation to the ironic currents found in similar photographic works by Simryn Gill or Christian Thompson; rather, The Bastard Saint of Meritocracy (weedhead) is pure B-grade mock-horror, invoking Scream or Freddie Kruger. It is also grimly humorous, covered with crap bits of bling and splattered with discarded glitter, as if this innocent ghoul has just emerged from the leftovers of a consumer party gone way, way wrong. Pericich’s pet theme – ‘the colonisation of surface’13 – continues into the salvaged camouflage advertising backdrop, alluding to the idea that plants are not the only weeds. Culture itself can be just as insidious... "
[12] Simon Pericich, e-mail correspondence with the author March 09. [13] Simon Pericich, e-mail correspondence with the author November 08.
With Jane Burton,curated by Andrew Gaynor.Shown at LINDEN. & toured to FREMANTLE ARTS CENTRE
Safe as Houses. (as part of MUCH MUCH MORE) scaffolding tower, 8 x 64L oil drums, black shrink wrap packaging, glitter, rope lighting. 2009
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Simon Pericich’s hysterical, dark brand of makeshift art production is concerned with the terrifying awareness that humanity and its current actions may be irrationally selfish and detrimental. Traversing large-scale installation, video and image his dystopias are often nihilistically humorous, acting like an epitaph or harbinger for a future that seems out of the control of its population. Sometimes stemming from the autobiographical, sometimes detached trend consumer, Pericich’s observant and prolific practice forms transitory bonds between audience members that acts as an invitation or platform to participate.
