Mags One Rutledge Lane
May 29, 2010 - August 7, 2010
This is an adventure, a voyage through the Non, to find the sense. Through canopies of trash, the heart never lied and treasure was found. There are no lies hiding and you don’t need to read behind the lines because this is no product, you sometimes can’t stand it. It won’t be silenced. This is chaotic alignment. Freedom seeps through the bold lines.
Magnus McTavish’s work is love. Always.
It is in the deepest gully of the jungle rehabilitation, and revolutionary action has taken place to bring this to you, if you choose to break your chains and be your own revolution. Driving you insane.
They are figurative paintings with lines that look like they don’t belong. They are scruffy and precise and speak to you in a primitive manner. Personality is very fast and abrupt. Chaotic and absorbing and full of life, lights, and adventure in your mind. Different thoughts come into my head at a very high speed and at a quick glance this is what some of Magnus’s work seems to be: collective chaos. But in this anarchy is alignment and truth. It is not all a bubble of draining mass - it is a big fuck you to what they want. It is the understudy.
There is an in-depth feel of the energy of a free mind. It is not restricted, chained down or in a plastic container. Maybe it is what you would wanna be if you didn’t have to do this and that and this and that, and then die. It’s raw and honest original and not an imitation. It’s mental health not in a ward. It is other worlds you wish you were part of. This shit is crazy but that is why it’s good.
Jorjia Monley. Melbourne 2010
