Deirdre Logue

Focused on the acute pain of childhood humiliation, this works unsettling visual and audio combinations create a sinister atmosphere of mistrust and embarrassment. Part of Logue's Enlightened Nonsense series.

"This work is a study in understanding the entanglements of gender. Described as invading, difficult and repetitious, the artist struggles to break away from its confines." — Deirdre Logue. Made at Phil Hoffman's Film Farm, 1998.

Enduring a dysfunctional family requires stamina, wit and sharp survival instincts, as demonstrated in this anguished ode to family peculiarity. A pixelated tale of a girl whose off-kilter parents become lost in a mission to nurse a raccoon - an unfortunate road-kill victim.

A stunning virtuoso turn from these two partners in life and art. A home movie where the library musings and theory shuffles are re-rooted in domestic space, in relationship. The tape insists that artmaking, and even the utopias it conjures, cannot be separated from the way we love, eat, or wash the dishes. It celebrates the hand-made, the make-shift, the provisional (no more monuments! unless they’re made of cardboard and felt and wool), and everywhere there is ingenious invention and a generous good humour, particularly when the artists don flesh suits and hoist a giant-sized sharpie to underline their fave utopia reading bits from the oversized texts that surround them.