Slide Show: Dawn Scott – A Cultural Object (1985)

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We present this slide-show on Dawn Scott’s seminal site-specific installation A Cultural Object (1985), in tribute to the artist, who passed away on Tuesday. You can read more about A Cultural Object, which is on permanent view at the NGJ,  by clicking this link.

Photographs: Phillip Rhoden, NGJ

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11 thoughts on “Slide Show: Dawn Scott – A Cultural Object (1985)

  1. Distinctly remember the first time I walked through this! It has stayed with me all my life and remains one of my favourite pieces of art! Respect Dawn Scott!! …… x

    • I enjoy reading your work of art .I attend the Bog Walk High School were am in the field of arts.an your the person who had inspired me to do arts .an i hope you inspired many more students to come.i would like to see you in person to shake hands with you tjhank you for your inspiration.

  2. dawn: your always talkingness, the way your eyes were far set from the bone of your brow/ the hngh hngh hgnhph of the laugh, the shake shoulder sound of precocious seeing/ eye/ past this red life to that other time present in the batiked lights coming/going/going/coming on the canvas claat and dem zinc fences so-rounding your state / homeless/moving home/state/0 that state your state you knew since alpha and search and mona common days and lived over and over and over motherless child portland/ mother moving/ stanton terrace/ always making, mona/ other people’s moving homes.

  3. Remembering Dawn’s happy spirit!
    Remembering her seminal installation at the NGJ – 1985.
    Remembering her participation in the annual Liguanea Festival of Fine Art and Photography.
    Her work lives on … …

  4. I have always been mesmerized by Dawns, mastery of the batik medium. This installation however, remains a powerful masterpiece of contemporary art. Her light will be missed, but her work shines on.

  5. Dawn, your earth-laugh missing from Hallin Bank today, your earth-love of Hallin Bank where you’d love today’s drip-drip-dripping from our own likkle fern gully… your earth-love as people gather and you’d smile when you see me pass wearing still the tie-dye you made so long ago and you’d earth-laugh at its longevity, and I’ll tell you that your big beautiful batik purple blue cushion will be here always to remind me of your spirit. your brilliant work, your earth-rootedness. Thank you, thank you Dawn for all you’ve left with us.

  6. My friend Dawn…you love for life; your booming laugh; your pull no punches chat; your art; your artfulness; your cookies!!! My friend Dawn.

  7. Dawn,I remember like it was yesterday you and I in beds next to each other on Labour Ward at Uwee. You having your second, me, my first and terrified. During our prenatal visits to clinic you offered no advice to my questions. you’d just say “everybody different!” But, on delivery day feeling my fright with me you reached out with such kindness. I’ll never forget. Even when you let out a resounding `Wohooeee’ as your contraction seemingly lifted you off the bed and tossed you back again, frightening me, you looked over at me and said with a twinkle in your eye “cho, no tear out you eyes so man, everybody different!” We laughed and laughed until my next contraction came. Thanks Dawn. Rest in Peace, my friend.

  8. Everything Dawn touched was made into beauty. Remember the cotton clothes she designed, tie-dyed and made? I wore them till they literally fell apart after many years of service. She certainly served us well — inspirationally. A great vision, talent and spirit gone. May her palette live within us all.

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