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Foreword
– Geoff Slattery, managing director,
GSP
Foreword
–GerardVaughan, director, National
Gallery of Victoria
Essay:
Tom Wills, the original spirit – Martin Flanagan
Essay: The spirit of the coach –
Robert Shaw
Photo essay: 101 reasons why we love
football – fans
People who embody the spirit of football
Introduction – Geoff Slattery
Ron Barassi
Allen Aylett
Andrew Demetriou
Robert DiPierdomenico
Passionate fans
Gerard Healy
James Hird
Rex Hunt
John Kennedy
Neil Kerley
Michael Long
Eddie McGuire
Kevin Murray
Lou Richards
Mike Sheahan
Kevin Sheedy
Jim Stynes
Charlie Sutton
Michael Voss
Women’s
business
The artists
Brook Andrew
eX de Medici
Kim Donaldson
Mark Galea
Stephen Haley
Gary James
Tim McMonagle
Vera MÖller
Danny Moynihan
Peggy Napangardi
Jones
Louise Paramor
Anthony Pelchen
Gareth Sansom
Kathy Temin
Ray Thomas
Martin Tighe
David Wadelton
Ross Watson
Introduction – Jason Smith, curator
of contemporary art, NGV
Essay: Martin Tighe, a work in progress
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Release Date: August
6, 2004
RRP $19.95 |
FOREWORD
TAKING IT BOOK BY BOOK
By Geoff Slattery.
It is always with some
trepidation that a publishing company puts a new magazine,
or book, or newspaper to market. You hope you’ve
created something that has market appeal and you hope
the market you’re seeking is big enough to make
it a commercial success, not just once, but again, and
again, and again.
In the case of Australian Football – A Quarterly
Journal of Essays, Ideas, Commentary and Illustration,
we know there’s a market. A big market, a devouring
market, a market that loves football and all attached
to it. We have attacked that market with a publication
that aspires to new levels of appraisal of the game,
one launched off the back of an exhibition of new, exciting,
different, challenging, illuminating contemporary art
at the National Gallery of Victoria. Art about football.
For all my life in journalism and writing, I have dreamt
of an extension of the possible when it comes to writing
about Australian Football. There is no reason in the
world why the game we love can’t be supported
by words we love. It happens in cricket, it happens
in golf, it certainly happens in American baseball.
Why can’t it happen in Australian Football? Let’s
hope this series can make the difference we want it
to; that it can nurture fine writing about our game
– from insider (like the touching, raw storytelling
of Essendon assistant coach Robert Shaw) to outsider
(like Martin Flanagan’s aggressive analysis of
Tom Wills, the original spirit of the game).
This book has a fundamental aim: to underwrite the start
of a brilliant career of an endless series of books
that grows our knowledge of our game; a series that
challenges us, and those who play, and those who administer;
a series that tosses up ideas and, ultimately, a series
that discovers new writers, new illustrators, new artists,
new photographers … a series that has the same
guts and determination, and flair, that makes Australian
Football so alluring.
I am proud of the starting point, but like the coach
with a narrow lead at quarter-time, I know there’s
a long way to go – not just in the game, but in
the season ahead, and the seasons ahead of that.
Geoff Slattery, Series Editor
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FOREWORD
AUSTRALIAN FOOTBALL –
A RICH SOURCE
The game was still being born
when artists recognised
it as a goldmine of images.
By Gerard Vaughan.
Images that celebrate the spirit
of football, specifically Australian Football, have
featured in Australian art since the late nineteenth
century. In 1889, Arthur Streeton, one of the most
important artists of the Heidelberg School, produced
a small painting, The National Game, at a time when
the rules and organisation of the game were still
in formation. Interestingly, this was almost a decade
before the Victorian Football League was introduced.
By its very title, Streeton’s painting hints
at the search for a sense of nationhood and of national
identity, which led, in due course, to Federation.
Perhaps because Australian Football is unique to this
country, the subjects of the game and the players
have been source material for generations of artists,
including some of the most important figures in the
history of Australian art: Sidney Nolan, Fred Williams
and John Brack to name just a few. The National Gallery
of Victoria is, of course, the proud custodian of
Nolan’s iconic painting, Footballer (1946),
produced while he was completing his first series
of paintings on the theme of Ned Kelly. Since we acquired
this work in 2002, it has become one of the gallery’s
most popular pictures. In his notes of the time, Nolan
reveals that he “finished my painting of a footballer
this morning and called Jim (the gardener at Heide,
the property of John and Sunday Reed, where Nolan
produced the Kelly series) to have a look at it. He
said it looked quite real, almost as if you were there,
so it at least passed the critical eye of a specialist.”
Footballer was exhibited sometimes with the incorrect
title Full back, St Kilda, leading to speculation
on the identity of the player. But Nolan’s deliberate
use of general titles and colours that are not specific
to any team reinforce the universal appeal of the
vitality of the sportsman and the special significance
that sport plays in shaping a sense of cultural and
national identity.
The National Gallery of Victoria is delighted to have
had the opportunity to enter into partnership with
Geoff Slattery Publishing to realise the exhibition,
The Spirit of Football. I thank Geoff, Rebecca Costello,
Janelle Ward and other members of his team for their
collaboration with the NGV on this project. Twenty-one
of Australia’s most accomplished and inspiring
artists have responded to the central role that Australian
Football plays in the daily lives, ambitions and dreams,
conversations and arguments of so many people in our
community – and they have done so in many different
and intriguing ways. I congratulate the artists and
their commitment to this exhibition and for their
contributions to this publication.
Gerard Vaughan, Director, National
Gallery of Victoria
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RON
BARASSI
Ron Barassi oozes spirituality
– not just the spirit of football, but also
the spirit of life. It may not always have been so.
He is probably the last of the ‘belt ’em
with words’ coaches. During his time as captain-coach
of Carlton, later coach, and then coach of North Melbourne,
Melbourne and Sydney, his reputation was formed off
a mix of strategic genius and sharp abuse –
particularly abuse of his most gifted players. You
can’t imagine this Barassi, when you know the
other Barassi – a kind, caring, giving, humble,
funny, passionate, innovative and ever-thoughtful
gentleman.
Barassi played his first AFL game for Melbourne in
1953, an immature 17-year-old, and has maintained
a solid grip on all to do with football in every one
of the years since. He has been a champion player,
a successful, at times dominant, coach, commentator,
board member, muse and visionary. He is the only person
in the history of the game to be a life member at
four clubs, for services given to each. He is an official
Legend of the Australian Football Hall of Fame, and
the older he gets, the more he thinks of the potential
of the game.
He is never content with ‘now’, but always
wonders about ‘what will be, what can be’.
He relies on nobody and lives by his constantly repeated
dictum: ‘if it is to be, it is up to me’.
At the same time, he is always up for helping others,
sometimes in obscure and private ways. When John Cahill,
a South Australian, was appointed coach of Collingwood
in 1983, Barassi organised leaders of Melbourne’s
football media to come to his St Kilda home, to meet
and greet the new and, no doubt, nervous coach. It
was a supremely touching moment in the murderous world
of Victorian football.
Barassi shares something with another in football’s
spiritual hall of fame, Kevin Sheedy, and that is
a delight in the obtuse. Barassi signs his autograph
with apparently unconnected numbers: 17 4 10. Translated:
Barassi participated in 17 Grand Finals, won 10! The
numbers also happen to add up to his famous guernsey
number, 31. Eerily, so too, do the digits that make
up his mobile phone number.
– Geoff Slattery
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Women's
business
This is the story of a father and
a daughter. I’m the father, a follower of footy
– and the Hawks – on and off, for more
than 50 years. In the middle of the passion came a
long, journalistic stream of objective analysis of
all clubs, and the competition, of players in all
guernseys, or any guernsey. In all that, with family
matters, and life matters, and business, it was easy
to drift away from the game, to watch it from afar,
to be dispassionate.
Along comes my daughter, Kate. Suddenly, she’s
a teenager and wants to go to the footy, to see the
Hawks. In sun and in hail. Whatever, wherever. Where
did this passion come from? Not from me, an almost
lapsed follower at that time. Not from her mother,
never a follower. But from her grandmother, on the
verge of 90 at the time, and completely illogical
about any issue that did not show Hawthorn in a gorgeous,
heavenly light.
I once wrote, for The Age, that Carlton deserved to
beat the Hawks (in the 1982 preliminary final) and
make the premiership challenge, because it was the
better team on the day and had been through the year.
The old lady didn’t speak to me for a week,
and then in clipped tones.
So the passion comes from the previous generation,
and how well imbedded it is in the next. I can see
in Kate, mum’s same lack of logic, same disrespect
for stars in other colours, same dreamy love of the
brown-and-gold.
So Kate took me back to footy, and we loved the moment,
and the building relationship, and the fact we could
watch as equals, and share
a great experience, equally, with the same love and
passion. She did it to me, as my mum had done all
those years before.
I can see Kate at the footy forever. On those days
when I’m there alone, I see her in all the women
around me, no doubt drawn to the game as she was.
I hope, when Kate’s old, and taking her grandchildren,
that she will remember the days she used to go with
her old man, and remember too, the influence of her
grandmother. She will. By then, mum and I will be
long dead, but the stream of support for the Hawks
will be running just as strongly as it is today.
– Geoff Slattery
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EX
DE MEDICI
Tarred
and Feathered (Golden Age/Gold Age), 2004
eX de Medici
Watercolour and metallic pigment on paper
156.5 x 115cm
Courtesy of the artist and
Boutwell Draper Gallery, Sydneyex de Medici was born
in country New South Wales and raised in Canberra.
Art school was an agitated affair over a period of
years interspersed with long bouts of domestic and
international travel. de Medici served as collective
and board member in one of Australia’s first
artist-run collectives, Bitumen River Gallery, in
Canberra, and later was foundation and board member
of the Canberra Contemporary Art Space. She founded
Galerie Constantinople with Neil Roberts in Queanbeyan,
NSW, and studied tattooing in Los Angeles in 1989
with assistance from the Australia Council. Selected
exhibitions include Scenes From the Ivory Tower, Australian
Centre for Photography, Sydney; Site Specific City
inaugural exhibition, Canberra Contemporary Art Space;
Adelaide Biennial of Australian Art (1990 and 1996),
Art Gallery of South Australia; Art in the Age of
AIDS, National Gallery of Australia; 60 Heads, national
touring exhibition; Soft Steel, Heide Museum of Modern
Art Melbourne; Mirror With A Memory and So You Wanna
Be A Rock Star, National Portrait Gallery, Canberra;
eX de Medici @ MPRG, Mornington Peninsula Regional
Gallery, Victoria.
“The work has a central core that discusses
the temporary, the low end, all which is both delicate
and decaying, corrupting and corrupted. Favourite
aphorism is ‘What I think and say today won’t
necessarily be what I’ll think and say tomorrow’.”
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PEGGY
NAPANGARDI JONES
Geelong
Nothing! No Wumpurani (young black fellas) Play For
Cats, 2004
Synthetic polymer paint on canvas (15 panels)
30 x 30 x 3.5cm (each panel)
Peggy Napangardi Jones was
born in 1951 at Phillip Creek Station. The Barkly
Tablelands in the Northern Territory is her country.
Her mother was a Warlpiri woman, her grandmother was
from Alekarenge and her Warumungu father gave Napangardi
Jones her inherited dreamtime stories and their laws.
They are her inspiration to paint. The artist has
fond memories of travelling through the harsh rocky
lands with her family. Napangardi Jones grew up in
the bush – “When I was a kid, I was living
in the bush; no school” – and was introduced
to acrylic painting on canvas in 1996 after joining
a Julalikari women’s arts and crafts program
in Tennant Creek. These enthusiastic women were also
encouraged and instructed on how to use other mediums
and techniques, including lino-cut, etching, silk
screen printing and pottery. Napangardi Jones adapted
to all mediums.“In April 2004, Peggy Napangardi
Jones had to leave her close-knit Tennant Creek community
for dialysis treatment in Alice Springs,” says
Beverly Knight. “Fortuitously, a new art centre,
Ngurratjuta Iltja Ntjana (Many Hands Art Centre),
had opened there and with the support of her community
and Julalikari Arts, Tennant Creek, Peggy began to
attend the centre twice a week, in between treatment.
I had talked to her community advisor at Julalikari
Arts about the prospect of Peggy completing a work
for The Spirit of Football and they thought it might
just provide the tonic she needed to cope with her
new life.
In June 2004, I went to Alice Springs and after much
discussion, Peggy wanted to paint one work for each
team in the AFL. I had taken with me the new publication
by the AFL highlighting their indigenous achievements,
which also included all the 2004 AFL indigenous players.
Napangardi Jones knew every player, every club, who
they played for, who they used to play for and their
career highlights. For a week, we talked footy and
especially how many young ‘black fellas’
or Wumpurani were now playing in the AFL. At all clubs
except Geelong… There was NO way Peggy was including
Geelong, but she did say that in 2005 or 2006, she
could do one for nothing if they ‘gave a go’
to a Wumpurani.”
• Words: Beverly Knight, Alcaston Gallery, with
Peggy Napangardi Jones, 2004.
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