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About Jason Benjamin

Jason Benjamin was born in Melbourne in 1971 and had a fairly peripatetic childhood. Moving from Sydney to the USA to Mexico and returning to Sydney for high school. At 16 he applied and received a scholarship that took him to New York, first to The Stony Brook School to complete a diploma and from there to Pratt Institute located in Brooklyn to focus solely on Art.

From his first group show in downtown Manhattan in 1989 and into 2011 he has had over 40 solo shows in Australia, Tokyo, London, Hong Kong, Singapore and Rome. A touring survey show is being planned for 2013.

Jason Benjamin is represented by:

Silk of Faded Gold

Jason Benjamin climbs out of his swag and wastes no time getting to work. The light is right, bleached in that post-dawn way that casts strange and surreal shadows. During the course of the long solo day those shadows creep across the plains, shuddering as the clouds distort the light, which eventually succumbs to a blaze of blood-red glory.

The artist doesn’t move a great deal on these sojourns. He doesn’t have to. The world moves for him, playing its tricks of hue within the natural chiaroscuro of the granite outcrops of the Monaro region of South Eastern New South Wales.

The last time I had seen Benjamin was over ten years ago on an extraordinary trip to Lake Eyre and the Australian centre with such fellow artists as Tim Storrier, David Larwill and Rodney Pople. We were all drunk on the landscape (and, to be honest, drunk in that other way that forms amazing camaraderie). Benjamin’s almost obsessive love of the landscape was in abundant proof, but back then, it was captured via the lens of his camera before being rendered onto canvas back in his Sydney studio.

Things have changed over that decade. Benjamin himself has taken on a more rugged and weathered appearance and his work has done the same. He now resembles a character from the novels of one of his favourite authors, Cormac McCarthy and, again, his work has taken on some of the harsh flavor of McCarthy’s writing. Gone is the more European palette of earlier works, replaced by the more stark hues of the Australian outback, as can be so hauntingly witnessed in the fiery dust-storm of such paintings as Now And Forever – fire.

Robert Hughes once famously – and accurately – commented that when Europeans discovered America they discovered freedom, but when Europeans made it to the Antipodes they found a prison. Something of this bleak assessment has found its way into the core of the history of Australian art, from the doom-laden works of John Glover in the Colonial days to the bleak surrealist impulses of the Angry Penguins through to the more contemporary sense of the apocalyptic seen in the works of Peter Booth and Philip Hunter and in George Miller’s Mad Max.

Beneath Benjamin’s rain-laden thunderclouds lies the cruel irony of the land of drought. The eucalypts stand as talismans of deprivation, the granite boulders the headstones of a dying world. Benjamin captures the strange tricks of light that are seen nowhere else on the planet, the way that sunlight carves through the clouds creating an eerie sense of simultaneous movement and stillness, the gentle eddies of air captured by the soaring eagles that so often appear stationary mid-air, their cries piercing the sky.

Best known for his monumental works on canvas, it is Jason Benjamin’s rarely exhibited and extremely intimate works on paper that reveal a technical adroitness all too rarely seen in contemporary Australian art.

A part of this revelation stems from Benjamin being invited to undertake an ongoing artists’ residency at The Australian Museum in Sydney. Sitting in the Director’s office she asked him what he might like to tackle. Benjamin had no idea. And in that moment of blankness he spied upon her walls the encased taxidermed bird life. There was the mission; to bring these literally stuffed animals to life and the result recalls the fastidious line work of Albrecht Dürer.

But Benjamin did not choose his creatures at random, specifically selecting only the creatures that inhabit the locale where the paintings reside. “Portraits of the residents so to speak,” Benjamin says.

The resurrectionist in Benjamin went to work. The dull glass eyes took on character and mischievousness and, at times, malevolence as can be clearly seen in the Yes said the Sky series. The dull feathers and marsupial fur took on a glisten and shine. They came alive.

Something similar was occurring in the landscape. Where once the imagery had been caught on film, it was now captured by the lead of the pencil, in the process torturing the surface of the paper until the works take on the look and feel of imagery from a far previous century. Indeed, they take on something of the hue and texture of a prose description of the Australian landscape by George W. Lambert (1873-1930):

“The sun is down and ‘Micalago’ is at rest
Like Chinese silk of faded gold, the grass…”

Australian Ghosts recall ancient parchment, indeed, like silk of faded gold and perhaps not surprisingly another influence on Benjamin was the Australian artist Rosalie Gascoigne (1917-1999) who Benjamin spent time with and painted a portrait of in 1997. The two artists could not be more different in technical approach, but both endeavor, and succeed in capturing the willful atmospherics of the land.

In the last ten years it seems that Jason Benjamin has travelled the extremes, physically, psychologically and aesthetically. This is, without a doubt, his most powerful body of work to date. The future beckons, harsh, unruly but without doubt beatifically.

– Ashley Crawford

Prima facie (thinking aloud about landscape)

Since European settlement, the Australian landscape has slowly stunned and lulled its new inhabitants into respecting its diverse enormity. We have seceded to its intoxicating vistas, allowed it to prevail, and found succour in its ability to sustain us. The extremes of geological landforms are paralleled only by the climate that lashes and denudes it. The dry heat of the plains can twist into a maelstrom of rain, thunder and lightning and then as quickly burst forth into an exuberant opposite.

Landscape contains us, supports us and moulds us. When surrounded by the enveloping landscape we return to a psychological realm in which our internal narrative is amplified. The landscape ultimately belittles us and reminds us of our place in the world. Much landscape painting is devoid of human presence, its surface not yet tainted by the mark of humanity. For some the human figure remains at the margins, overwhelmed by the physical environment, irrelevant against the presence of nature. Colonial painters produced tightly rendered approximations of the newly glimpsed landscape, styled in obsessive detail, honed for an inquisitive audience. Their wistful charms were an attempt to represent the new environment by rendering what lay before them, infusing it with the intoxicant of nostalgia. Painters grappled with the reality of the Australian landscape, pining for it to be more familiar, more European.

As an Australian art emerged, the landscape has been presented as the last great frontier, a theatre of the sublime, and an unforgiving, malevolent paradise on which to project dreams of utopia. It has proved a resilient and fertile muse for artists of all stripes. Yet all are dealt the challenge of expressing something more than merely looking at the landscape, somehow imbuing the artwork with the experience of being in it and altered by it. Yet why do artists choose to depict the physical ground, when so much of our horizontal picture plane is air, sky, and biosphere? Between the ground and the sky, a kaleidoscope of oxygen and water buffers us from the blackness of space. Painters describe the physical characteristics of the ground, and how the atmosphere is presented by the concoction of the weather suspended above it. They aim for transference of what is experienced into a two dimensional approximation of the physical: the translation from reality to metaphor. Change occurs through this process and the artist’s perspective is blended with the depiction of the subject.

Through drawing, painting, and printmaking Jason Benjamin describes the dramatic vistas of the Australian landscape, its interior, its edges, and its inhabitants. His eyes ponder the flora and fauna that dwell in its corners, its expanses and its day / night state. Benjamin highlights the incongruity of the Australian landscape and the idiosyncrasies and variations it supports. The textures of his landscapes are rendered in minute brushstrokes amassed until form takes hold and a luminous presence stares back. Benjamin paints images of the Australian landscape that are articulated via his emotional response. His images appear on the edge of consciousness, a hazy, woozy experience. Not just what is observed but what is experienced. Virtues conflates background and foreground, the rock formations mirroring the monolith-like clouds that float above. Benjamin describes the heat of the living world.

Benjamin articulates the liminal at the heart of landscape painting. The process of rendering what is seen into what is represented, an approximation of the real, but mixed with the intangible. Benjamin’s brush renders the landscape as if squashed into the picture frame, slightly plumped but glowing with the flush of life. His stylistic antecedents (John Glover, Nicholas Chevalier, Eugene von Guerard, Louis Buvelot, James Howes Carse and John Lewin) laid the pictorial foundations of the art of the new colony. Their oeuvre describing the physical qualities of the landscape squeezed through a temperament that pined for an altogether different place. Benjamin’s sensibility is wholly immured to the post-terra nullius Australian landscape. He is familiar with its tropes, its prickly history, but is drawn to its deep meditative wholeness. The landscape has birthed a painter such as Jason Benjamin – it is a home not a replacement for what has been abandoned.

Benjamin’s work reveals the influence of chinoiserie, minimalism, abstraction, and photography subtly infiltrating the work. The range of painterly moments created by the artist is an ever running conversation about landscape. Everyone is Here examines the Hay plains and the Monaro, the land on which the Ngarigo people of the tablelands and the Wolgalu group from the high country lived in pre-colonial times. It is also the country on which Rosalie Gascoigne once strode. Like Gascoigne, Benjamin revels in the textures of the landscape - the deeply riven surface of the plains, the grasses, the stands of trees, and the road. His sustained ruminations on landscape cut through the visual clutter of the world, the synthetic and the unnatural.

Benjamin’s observations culminate in an intensity of colour and form verging on a hyper-real representation of the landscape. But what if the landscape is hyper-real? The moment our breath is taken away by the light hitting the landscape in such a way that it feels unnatural or synthetic - the sickly sweet colours, the elaborate curlicues of clouds. What’s going to happen to us? offers an intense orange sunset appearing in the space between darkness and day - a transitional state, an ephemeral moment. The colour and forms of the landscape are highlighted via the painters feeling for the materials, a communion with colour rendered by the arc of the body; the muscular collaboration with the ingredients. The repeated brush strokes rendered as the skin of the object, sculpted through deep knowledge of form and structure. Each brushstroke describes the surface of each element in the landscape – painted as whole and emanating the inner warmth of life. The intensity of the physical atmosphere of the image, the heat, the cold, the dryness rendered with heart and fine motor. The repeated brushstrokes bringing the object to life, giving it form, presenting it to us as a living and breathing entity.

The abruptness of the Australian landscape is apparent on even the flattest of ground, the jutted rocks that suggest the cold hard rocky interior below the surface of the earth. Others offer dry, bleached eucalypts resembling the stony outcrops of a cold lunar wilderness. Abbey captures the collision of morning as the moist night disperses its residue and the day comes into being - the still slowly breathing landscape stretching and yawning.

The Waiting Garden - a landscape arranged as if for a picture. The placement of textures shapes and forms, sitting together like arrangements. The hard stony ground mirrored in the soft fluffy sky. She’s searching for you too - sending thoughts into the void of the scrubby edges of the landscape swept aside for the roads that break through it, Benjamin squeezes out his feelings and mixes it with pigment. The atmosphere as a pre-space, lunar inflected - the gloaming lit by the sun of day into the moon of night. The series Australian Ghosts further offers the denuded forms of the ash-grey, sun bleached landscape rendered in graphite on shards of coarse handmade paper. Like an infrared photograph, his spare drawings reveal the crepuscular moment when the earth is transformed into its nocturnal self. The fragments of paper present enormity through the minimal.

Benjamin’s works play with the ways we experience the landscape and the subconscious vistas we each harbour in our mind’s eye. Within Benjamin’s images is the feeling that they depict the landscape before it has become altered by human presence. His finely honed style of rendering the hills, rocks and trees as living breathing forms amid the undulating tabula rasa of the earth suggests deep respect in awe of nature. Each element in the picture plane is a 3-dimensional object, taking up its own space but crucial to the overall composition. The trees, ever so slightly swollen, cling to the earth long after the moisture has left them, transformed into their own headstones - allowing the narrative of the land to continue, the colours altered by the sun’s particular intensity. His works are at once descriptions as well as renderings of subtle ambience. They suggest the moment we find our self staring into space, looking past the physical realm and into the landscape of thought. The soft fuzzy visage of the landscape frames this psychological space, threatening to burst through and once again return to the here and now. Benjamin’s paintings are bright, intense openings into the diverse landscape that supports us. The artist renders the large empty voids that separate the conglomerations of human activity (cities and towns) and the small, fragile inhabitants living therein. The spaces between activity, resting, ruminating on its place within the whole. Benjamin’s titles offer an inner monologue, a concurrent articulation of the landscape and the atmosphere suggestive of the artist’s temperament. Everyone is here acknowledges human presence, through its absence and through the presentation of the landscape, its inhabitants and its details.

The painting is a place that the painter visits. The time spent in its physical presence as it is hewn from the painting elements, the mental space that the materials eke from the artist’s attention, and the urgency of its articulation. Benjamin allows us to see the landscape the way he sees and feels it. The painting becomes a place that the viewer visits whilst the artist holds our hand. We see the cold, hard old ground, like the body, the atmosphere like the fluid around the brain, the chemicals in the gut, and a landscape of memory. Benjamin’s constructions are like songs – a sustained articulation of feelings expressed in non-verbal ways. The intensity of colour, the crescendo’s of form, the sombre passages of stillness and quietude. Benjamin’s works lull us into a communion with the humble materials before us that he has transformed - an evocation of how the artist feels about the world, and how we may move forward slightly altered by what we have seen.

There are no people in any of the landscapes in Jason Benjamin’s latest exhibition, Poems in an Elemental Garden. There are hardly even animals, apart from a few birds, and most of the works appear untouched by anything to do with human concerns. Benjamin is drawn to landscapes of monumental vacancy, where nature is most alone. Meticulously rendered, and capturing all four elements – earth, air, wind, fire – the works in this show quietly gesture towards a vastness far beyond their own edges. The stars in We just knew he’d be there remind us of the immensity of the skies; the wash of water in A Clear Mind (2) reminds us of the ocean’s endless roll. The sheer expanse of the works makes us feel dissolved, if only for a moment, by our own insignificance.

We become like the birds drifting across the sky in You’re here with me now. Gone in a moment.

Every one of Benjamin’s landscapes is like this. For all their emptiness, they are saturated with feeling. His genius lies in the way feeling is heightened by being played out against the vast indifference of nature. Each painting is pared back until it perfectly articulates a mood or yearning, whether it’s contemplation or acceptance or the unending desire to be a safe harbour for our children. The feelings his landscapes evoke may soon disappear, each rush of joy or loss fading as quickly as the colour in a sunset sky, but this does nothing to diminish them. Quite the contrary. His works suggest it’s the fleetingness of an emotion that makes it true.

This tension between the everlasting and the quickly vanishing, between the immense and the very small, plays throughout the works in this exhibition, none more so than We just knew he’d be there. Benjamin talks about this painting by referring to the final passage in Cormac McCarthy’s No Country for Old Men. Sherriff Bell recalls that after his father died, he had a dream in which the old man rode past him on a horse, cradling fire in a horn, without acknowledging his son. The old man rode off “in all that dark and all that cold” and Sherriff Bell knew that whenever he, the son, got where he was going, his father would already be there and he would have lit a fire. We all long to already be where our children are heading, ready to warm them when they arrive. For our children, more than anyone, we want to be eternal: the fire on a hill that never goes out. The fact that we are as evanescent as a flame is both a tragedy and the best reason to clutch our children close.

Benjamin hasn’t painted still lifes for five years but they fit perfectly here. What could be more fleeting than a peony in late bloom and the flap of a butterfly’s wing? The landscapes play with our sense of time, but the still lifes take this notion and dial the volume up to high. Drenched in glorious light, these are works that luxuriate in their temporality. They are operatic in the extravagance of their emotion and their refusal of the strictures of good taste. Benjamin’s flowers are like the soprano bursting into full voice at the climax of her performance. She may be a little overdressed, perhaps the storyline is even a little cheesy, but her voice spears straight into the heart of everyone listening. In that moment, she is truly magnificent.

It’s as much as we can ask for.

Catherine Keenan
October 2014

The Waiting Garden

You can stare at the grass in Jason Benjamin’s landscapes for a very long time. It’s so minutely rendered, the wide expanse of it built up one deeply-felt blade at a time, that it draws your eye in ever further. The process of painting it is painstaking and laborious. For Benjamin, it’s a kind of worship.

A little while back, Benjamin sent me a quote from one of his favourite writers, Cormac McCarthy. It ran:

"…he said goodbye to her in Spanish and then turned and put on his hat and turned his wet face to the wind and for a moment he held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there or perhaps as if to slow the world that was rushing away and seemed to care nothing for the old or the young or rich or poor or dark or pale or he or she. Nothing for their struggles, nothing for their names. Nothing for the living or the dead."

The quote was, Benjamin said, always with him as he painted. That’s when I understood what his grass was for. One of the singular traits of Benjamin’s landscapes is that the horizons are always low. His landscapes are, mostly, sky. And sky, even as you look at it, is always changing. Whatever is written there – and it can be anything from ecstasy to desolation, hope to regret – it will pass. Against that, his grass is like McCarthy’s steadying hands. That thin strip across the bottom of his paintings is our futile grab at permanence set against the world’s fleetingness and lack of care. It’s the anchor we cast hopefully into the dark, knowing it will never hold. It’s the things we know to be true, balanced against the things we only wish for. It accounts, I think, for much of the sadness in his work.

Every one of Benjamin’s landscapes quivers with emotion. Sometimes it’s sadness, sometimes it’s boundless joy. His landscapes use a spare vocabulary: the same trees, either lush or leafless; roads; wire fences; rocks; that obsessive grass; and birds – always birds. There haven’t been people in them for a long time, and yet we are, all of us, implicitly there. For Benjamin, as for McCarthy, landscape is never just landscape. It’s the screen on which emotion is distilled and made grander. It’s the roiling of our insides projected onto the skin of the world. Love, loss, gratitude, wonderment: he does not shy away from any of these. Our rawest emotions are there in every tree, in every slant of light. In the majesty of the non-human, Benjamin shows us to ourselves.

The invitation in his paintings is not to think, but to feel. It’s an invitation to empathise, in an almost painfully open-hearted way, that necessitates a bypassing of the mind. It reminds me of another line in McCarthy. At the beginning of All the Pretty Horses, the same book that the above quote comes from, the great American author tells us that the most important quality in his main character, John Grady Cole, is that he is ardenthearted. “All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenthearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.”

Benjamin’s paintings are nothing if not ardenthearted. This is, of course, unfashionable. The mood of our times is cool, its default pose detached. Against this, the ecstasy of a picture like I can see you waiting there for me can seem almost kitsch, its rays of light too radiant. McCarthy, too, has been accused of veering into pulp. But for both men, it’s not kitsch or pulpy: it’s simply a refusal to stand outside an emotion and look in. To be tasteful is always, in some way, to step back from emotion. Taste is never ardenthearted. As Benjamin has said before, “fuck taste.” It is impossible to stand in front of I can see you waiting there for me, and not recognize in it the essence of being most vibrantly, most fleetingly alive.

To me, this latest show speaks most poignantly of the passing of time. Looking at The Waiting Garden, or Wisdom and Happiness, I feel my heart hitch, in a little flutter of panic, at the impermanence of it all. But I kept looking and soon my eye fell on the birds. Tiny and black, they are neither of grass nor sky, free to soar between them. In The Waiting Garden a lone bird flies straight across the canvas, a spear of calm. In Wisdom and Happiness a few birds, shrunk to little more than dots, fly straight into the clouds, their course already struck, their fate now nothing but a consequence. Time still passed. Skies still raced. But my heart stilled because for the birds, at least, this was nothing to be scared of. This new show heeds our longing to snatch from time moments and meanings that are eternal. Yet it also recognizes that the only things that really matter are fleeting.

There is a country, wide and empty, running from Texas into the scorched plains of Mexico, which Cormac McCarthy has made his own. His words have given it a life as real as the white gypsum hills, and this country lives in imaginations around the world. I wonder if there will ever be Jason Benjamin country. It exists already in my mind, when I see a shaft of light fall a certain way, and the landscape around me seems to crack open, just for an instant, with feeling. Painters including Arthur Boyd, Arthur Streeton and Fred Williams changed the way we Australians saw the land around us. Benjamin is changing it again. He is making it the deepest part of ourselves.

Catherine Keenan
Sydney, October, 2011

Everyone Is Here: Jason Benjamin paintings & graphics:
Opening address - WPCC 14 March 2014

There are certain landscapes that appeal to an individual’s sensibility. It might be the Far North and the torpor of the tropics, it could be a mountain range with its vertiginous pleasures – or a desert region and its unworldly stillness – or one of the country’s rare historic sites with that sense of ‘time passing.’

Of course, there are many more examples – but the point is, I think we can all identify such places and quietly celebrate their existence.

What’s on display tonight is the evidence of Jason Benjamin’s passionate engagement with a region – or should I say, regions – that being the Hay Plain and the Monaro in Southern NSW. Both these sites fired the artist’s imagination. Over time, you could say they penetrated his psyche. A special kind of association was established, inspiring a convincing body of work – with the intriguing title: Everyone Is Here!

So where does that lead us? Well, I believe it’s a visceral celebration of the artist’s creative reverie. Through his poetic instincts, and acute observation, Benjamin has re-imagined the landscape. He looks into the landscape and sees what’s there, and - disturbingly, what’s not there, As Edmund Capon noted, ‘Lurking in these, often solemn yet beautiful landscapes is a reminder of our own presence and its consequences.’

Many of us live over the Great Divide or in the Murray Darling Basin, and have witnessed first-hand the devastating long term effects of dry land salinity. Of course, we know now the massive removal of stands of River Red Gum altered the water table – an unwanted inheritance. What remains of these Red Gums appears as a spectral presence in a number of Jason’s paintings.

Looking at these works, one can sense a complex narrative of loss and acceptance taking shape. What the artist discovered – is that all natural elements are symbolic of spiritual states – all appearances in nature correspond to certain states of mind.

As Jason puts it: ‘The poetry and beauty is there if you chose to see it.’

For Whiteley, it was the boulder-strewn paddocks and creek beds that inspired a series of works reminiscent of a Zen garden – and I sense the Monaro region has had a similar impact on Jason – particularly, in works such as The Waiting Garden. The Zen garden, with its deceptively simple elements can be seen a manifestation of enlightenment - living proof that one can attain this elusive state of mind. Benjamin’s paintings are a convincing response to that idea.

Then we have the intimate drawings which are a counterpoint to the power and presence of the paintings: Owl, Galah, Bandicoot, Duck and more are drawn with an acute tenderness and attention to detail. One gets the feeling these creatures are real and are with us, emphasising the fact: Everyone Is Here.

In its essence Everyone Is Here is a distillation of deep-felt encounters around the Monaro region and the Hay Plain of NSW.

What we see assembled here this evening is a pared-back vision of light and space. In fact, the defining factor in the success of these works is the artist’s apprehension of the defining light that illuminates these regions. What emerged from the solitude of the studio is an exceptionally fine body of work – an authoritative affirmation of a landscape tradition that lies at the heart of the Australian experience.

It now gives me great pleasure to declare the exhibition open!

Gavin Wilson Exhibition Curator 14 March 2014

Jason Benjamin

A minimalist spirit has crept into Jason Benjamin’s paintings. In this new body of work, his palette is more restricted and his subjects more spartan. This distillation of space and light invites contemplation, and while loosely based on the austere environment of the Monaro region with its vast yellowing grasslands and granite outcrops, Benjamin’s landscapes are rarely literal or precise. While eucalypts thwarted by farming, fog bound vistas and bruised skies may invite an ecological reading, Benjamin eschews the didactic turn in landscape painting. Instead, he offers the viewer visions that approximate psalms in painted form.

Titles such as Song of thanks and Steps of the faithful underscore this sacred dimension. Made in threes with each painting divisible by the next (in terms of scale), Benjamin has carefully composed a numinous experience for his viewers. He cites a fascination with Chinese landscape traditions, the influence of which can be detected in his calligraphic gum trees, and confesses his love for the elegant minimalism of Canadian born Agnes Martin and the estranged melodies of Estonian composer Arvo Pärt. Like Martin and Pärt, he is committed to refining his idiom by stripping away all unnecessary elements and submitting to simplicity. This reduction is for Benjamin a brave revelation of vulnerability, one which has lead to a new found serenity, for both the artist and his paintings.

The Landscape of The Dream

Meditations on the works of Jason Benjamin at BMGArt Adelaide, August 2011

Michelangelo, when appraising the work of painters from Northern Europe, is said to have quipped that, to him, their work was a kind of second rate daubing, as it was driven by the observation of the landscape and objects, rather than an idea of such things within a wider conceptual framework. Many Flemish artists of Northern Europe were spectacularly skilful technicians and were deeply engaged in an increasingly direct account of the visual experience, particularly the fall of light and reflection, while Southern artists explored the theoretical construction of space through Perspective. Nevertheless in the works of say Bosch, Durer or Breughel there is present an allusion to ideas about morality, or beauty, or orders in nature that reveal a grander scheme through inventiveness which distills the observed world and aligns them with the “Southern” Renaissance and Mannerist schools of thought.

Michelangelo Buonarotti was referring to a conceptual divide in the making of art that is as alive today as it was in the 16th and 17th centuries. Little did he know that two hundred years later painting would address the direct perceptual experience of nature through the Barbizon school, the Impressionists and on to the Coldstream school in London.

A great deal of energy is expended in contemporary practice and theory asserting that the visual arts have transcended the perceptual account of the world in order to address a cultural/political critique. To many people, both audience and practitioners, the experience of visual arts today is either hindered or liberated by the material form of a work and the notion of skill in the “hands” of the visual artist. My initial encounter with the works of Jason Benjamin gave rise to elements of the preceding narrative. I was consistently aware of the landscape as a metaphor, an invention. Benjamin gathers references from field trips, which he then stores to give impressions time to earn their place in paintings and drawings. His images appear to arrive fully formed which imbues the surfaces of the works with a Classical smoothness and attention to detail reminiscent of the work of Eugene Von Guerard in the Australian context. But this is where things divide. Where Von Guerard recorded the landscape of Australia with a forensic eye for botanic accuracy, Benjamin records the apprehended spirit of place. It is interesting here to remember the “Colonial” painters like Thomas Wainewright and Conrad Martens as examples of artists who depicted the Australian landscape through a European filter in order to express more than likeness. They saw the landscape as a model of Arcadia, a perfect ,exotic place. Benjamins’ work is steeped in tradition but not bound by it, he chooses the deliberate, honed appearance of the images as the aperture through which we are invited into the theatre of silence, where the horizon is a turning not an end. I am here reminded of the paintings of Giorgio DeChirico, which utilize the horizon like the stage meeting the cyclorama in a theatre. Not only that but how surprisingly thin and smooth DeChiricos’ paint handling was as it reveals the drawn line of thought and finally the reordered world of the dream, the uncertainty of the poet.

Jason Benjamin is not tentative but extraordinarily sensitive to small breezes and pressure shifts in his world. A hill is not just a hill, it becomes a slight heaving in the skin of the earth. A rock is revealed because the earth wore away, was eroded and in being visible, becomes more than geological nuance, it suggests big forces and hidden structures . The terrain as a whole is imbued with the a visual language which addresses Benjamins’ seismic response to not only place as site but place as the “melancholic” reverie where the slightest tremor of emotion, triumph, longing and loss is registered in a wave of grass or the soaring chorus of sky.

The drawings are small, pencil on washed, scrubbed, patinated heavy rag papers. The graphite pencil is used like an etching needle. It does not just mark the paper it incises the surface leaving indentations as though the graphite isn’t enough. Even the material of the drawing is a microscopic landscape of valleys and hills, which coalesce to form an image even more dream-like than the paintings. The artist Paul Delveaux comes to mind with his haunting invented figures in set pieces of theatre.

The exhibition at BMGArt in Adelaide was titled “I Thought You Would Always Be Here”, a poignant musing on mutability in the title work in which a tree embodies not just likeness but all that is impermanent, transient. There is a wonderful tension here between the almost breathless stasis of the images and the collective rumbling energy of the tectonic shifts and grinds being apprehended by Benjamins’ radar. The title also addresses appearances, how things appear to be but are not , as in a tree which looks massive and permanent but is not. A broken wire in a fence becomes an escape , the rupture of a border, or is it just a broken wire?

Jason Benjamin is made of many parts but I think he has two major polarities, the Romantic/Melancholic and the Classicist/Idealist and as long as this binary is within him he has a great deal of great work to do.

Christopher Orchard.
Adelaide, September 2011.

Jason Benjamin

Selected Biography

1971 Born in Melbourne. Lives and works in Sydney
1989-90 Pratt Institute, New York City

Solo Exhibitions – Selected

2013 -Artist in Residence “A Clear Path”Red Gate Gallery Beijing, China

2013-14 “Everyone Is Here” touring Survey Exhibition :

Wagga Regioal Art Gallery, Griffith Regional Art Gallery, Dubbo Arts Centre, Cowra Regional Gallery, Bathurst Regional Art Gallery, Blue Mountains Cultural Centre, Hazelhurst Regional Art Gallery

2013- “Great Adventures” Jan Murphy Gallery, Brisbane

2012- “Post History” Scott Livesey Galleries, Melbourne

2011- “The Waiting Garden” Greenhill Galleries, Perth

2011- “I thought you’d always be here” BMG ART, Adelaide

2010 “We Built Cities” Jan Murphy Gallery, Brisbane

2010 “Shelter” Michael Reid at Elizabeth Bay, Sydney

2008 “Written on Land” Michael Reid at Elizabeth Bay, Sydney

2008 “Who you’re supposed to be” Hirokazu Degawa, Hillside Forum, Tokyo 14th-April 30th April

2008 “Have you become my body?” Jan Murphy Gallery 14th March- 20th March

2007 “Set yourself free” Metro 5 Gallery, Melbourne, 14th June

2007 “Seven paths to her heart” Hirokazu Degawa, Tokyo, Japan, 4th April

2007 “If the air could speak” Galleria Tondinelli, Rome Italy, 15th February

2006 “Where dreams go” BMG ART , 6TH October – 28th October

2006 “Borderland” Greenhill Galleries, Perth, 15 September – 6th October

2005 “There is a place” Metro 5 Art Gallery, Melbourne, 5th October – 29th October

2005 “Because of you I see a light” Metro 5 Gallery, Sydney Art Fair, October

2004 “Lost time” Jan Murphy Gallery, Brisbane, 12 November – 27 November

2004 “In a heartbeat” Metro 5 Gallery, Melbourne, 24th March- 22nd April

2003 “Don’t look down” Nicola Townsend & Hirokazu Degawa, Daikenyama, Tokyo, Japan

2003 “The Clearing” Greenhill Galleries, Perth, 10 October- 28th October

2002 “Lifting up the sun” Tim Olsen Gallery, Sydney, 10 Sept – 28 Sept

2002 “Unbound”Jan Murphy Gallery, Brisbane

2002 “This is love” Metro 5 Gallery, Melbourne, 17 April- 5th May

2001 “I found the world so new”, Tim Olsen Gallery & Amanda Wolfe-Daimpre, 10 Chancery Lane Gallery, Soho, Central, Hong Kong, 4th October- 17th October

2001 “Stronger than you think” 28 Charlotte St Gallery, London, England, 15

March- 7th April

2001 “Make it home“ Nellie Castan Gallery, Melbourne,10th March- 31st March

2001 “Good Luck” Greenhill Galleries, Perth, 22nd May- 12 June

2000 “Belong” Tim Olsen Gallery, Sydney, 30th May- 17th June

2000 “Hold” Jan Murphy Gallery, Brisbane, 17th August – 2nd September

2000 “The hand upon your Back” Greenhill Galleries, Perth, 14th March- 4th April

1999 “First came joy” Tim Olsen Gallery, Sydney, 3rd August- 21st August

1998 “There are things you don’t see coming” Olsen Carr Art Dealers, Sydney

1998 “Hopeful Prey” Greenhill Galleries, Perth, 10th November- 27th November

1997 “Ghosts amongst the Angels” Olsen Carr Art Dealers, Sydney, 12 August- 30th August

1996 “Covered by the Rushes” Olsen Carr Art Dealers, Sydney, 8th October- 19th October

1993 “ The apple trees” Crawford Gallery, Sydney

1990 Trinity College, Dallas, Texas, USA

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Group Exhibitions

2012 Murra’ Ma Contemporary Australian Art, Michael Reid Berlin

2012 Gold Award, Rockhampton QLD

2012 Tattersalls Landscape Prize, Brisbane

2011 Archibald Prize, Sydney

2011 Tattersall’s Landscape Prize, Brisbane

2010 Tattersalls Landscape Prize, Brisbane

Doug Moran National Portrait Prize

2010 Jan Murphy Gallery, Brisbane

2010 Greenhill Galleries, Perth

2005 Archibald Prize,Art Gallery of New South Wales, 30th April- 3rd July
Newcastle Regional Art Gallery, 9th July- 7th August
Moree Plains Gallery, 13th August- 11th September
Cowra Art Gallery, 17 September- 16 October
Albury Regional Art Gallery, 21 October- 13 November
Victorian Arts Centre, 25th November- 19th February, 2006
Jan Murphy Gallery, Brisbane, 18 March – 9 April

2004 “Post-Modern and Contemporary Australian Art”, Savill Galleries, Sydney, 17 April- 8th May

2003 “William Creek and Beyond”, Ballarat Fine Art Gallery touring exhibition, Shepparton Art Gallery, Tamworth City Gallery, New England Regional Art Museum, Noosa Regional Art Gallery, Gold Coast City Gallery, Gladstone Regional Art Gallery Museum, The Drill Hall Gallery, Canberra Cowra Art Gallery.

Savill Contemporary, Melbourne, 10 April- 11th May

Art Miami, Rebecca Hossack Gallery, Miami, USA

2002 3-person show, Bunkamura Gallery, in conjunction with Nicola Townsend and Hirokazu Degawa Tokyo, Japan

2002 4x4 Jan Murphy Gallery, Brisbane

Art London 2002, London, England

The Doug Moran National Portrait Prize,

First Birthday Exhibition, Metro 5 Gallery, Melbourne, 8th May- 16th June

2001 Art London 2001, Rebecca Hossack Gallery, London, England, 22nd May-

26th May

Nicola Townsend, Tokyo, Japan

Landscape Painting, Metro 5 Gallery, Melbourne

Hills Grammar Art Award, Sydney

2000 Meet 2 x 2, Tim Olsen Gallery Sydney

Ten Australian Artists, Australian high commission Singapore

Nicola Townsend, Tokyo, Japan

Kings School Art Prize, Sydney

Norvill Landscape Prize, Murrundi

Conrad Jupiter Art Prize, Brisbane

Fleurieu Landscape Prize, South Australia

Tattersalls Landscape prize, Sydney

1999 Millennium Art Prize

University and Schools Club, Sydney

Westpac Art Prize, SCEGGS Redlands, Sydney

Tattersalls Landscape Prize, Brisbane

Kings School Art Prize, Sydney

1998 Salon de Refuses, SH Erwin Gallery, Sydney

Painting is not Dead, Olsen Carr Art Dealers, Sydney

Australian Contemporary Art Fair, Melbourne

1997 Kings School Art Prize, Sydney

Jeans for Genes, Gianni Versace, Powerhouse Museum, Sydney Devoured by Paint

1997 Olsen Carr Art Dealers, Sydney

1996 Mosman Art Prize, Sydney

1995 Exhibition with furniture, David Jones, Sydney

1994 Mosman Art Prize, Sydney

Exhibition for David Jones Spring Flower Show, Sydney

1993 Mosman Art Prize, Sydney

Salon de Refuses, SH Erwin Gallery, Sydney

1991 Gary Anderson Gallery, Sydney

1989 Mars, New York City

Collections

Australian National Gallery, Canberra

National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne

National Portrait Gallery, Canberra

Rockhampton Regioan Art Gallery, Queensland

Christ Church Grammar School, Perth WA

Derwent Collection, Tasmania

Tweed River Regional Art Gallery

Bendigo Art Gallery, Victoria

Macquarie Bank, Victoria

Ballarat Art Gallery, Victoria

Shepperton Art Gallery, Victoria

Gold Coast City Gallery, Queensland

Mornington Peninsular Regional Gallery

Art Space Makay. Regional Art Gallery and Museum

Castlemaine Regional Art Gallery

Parliament House Art Collection

Artbank, Sydney

Awards

2012 Finalist, Gold Award, Rockhampton, QLD

2012 Finalist, Tattersall’s Landscape Prize

2011 Finalist, Archibald Prize

2011 Finalist, Tattersall’s Landscape Prize

2011 Finalist, Albany Art Prize

2010 Finalist, Tattersal’s Landscape Prize

2006 Finalist, Doug Moran Portrait Prize

2005 Packing Room Prize, Archibald Prize, Art Gallery of New South Wales

2004 Finalist, Archibald Prize, Art Gallery of New South Wales

2002 Finalist, The Doug Moran National Portrait Prize

1997 Kings School Art Prize

Commissions

2004, Unfinished Journey, overseas project, exhibition and publication

2003, Queen Mary 11, London, sixteen paintings for new cruise ship

2002 William Creek and Beyond

2001, Lake Eyre and Beyond, collaborative project involving ten prominent

artists for exhibition, a publication and print folio

2001, Burswood Hotel, Perth

2000 Chanel, Australia

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