The Archibald Prize for Portraiture 2024 can be best explained by assuming that the whole show has been captured by a cabal of Art’s enemies. The Archibald Trust, the trustees, the Art Gallery of New South Wales all display contempt for their own traditions, indeed their very constitutions, and seem to be frantic to embrace ditzy trends and shallow showiness. The 2024 finalists are some five dozen pieces varying from epic photographic imitation to unlovely planks of slap which infantilize subject, artist and viewer alike- with very little in between.
There are some gems amongst the styrofoam packing fill, though. Below is my “blink reaction” amateur enthusiast’s review- I’ve followed the discipline of freely commenting on celebrity (of which there is surprisingly few) but resisting the temptation to research subjects who I do not recognize (which I can assume are achingly worthy Lifetime Achievers or Up and Coming children).
Please! Open up the AGNSW pixels on a parallel window, comment on individuals and the whole, and please nominate-
-which piece you would have in your home and why-
-and which piece will win, and why.
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Matt Adnate
Rhythms of heritage
I can assume that this is colossal. A huge photo overlaid with brush swipes and oily drips, quite disturbing detail of burgeoning beard, looking slightly down upon the viewer with the soft jaw of a burgeoning diabetic. I guess he’s Distinguished in Arts and Letters- the piece says “street wise and authentic” though the plastic hair says Milli Vanilli.
Holly Anderson
Not not a mother
Not interesting, despite the bathetic title and blown out abdomen. Why the stoopid woozy fishnet grid? The piece is an Instagram filter.
Jill Ansell
Pericles: just scratching the surface
A very close repetition of her previous entry/entries. The subject is an absent afterthought- and she’s muffed the hand. Badly.
Mostafa Azimitabar
Angus McDonald
Like in the fishnet mosaic from Anderson above, the artist has gone to great labour to hide the subject behind their own ditzy whim. Which appears to be grottage with a four-tine table fork. And, as above, has had a semi-genuine attempt at the eyes, which just makes it more awkward.
Eliza Birtwistle
Chanel Contos (smiling feminist)
Ah yes, the Distinguished in Arts and Letters Contos. Famous for being famous, as far as I know, here presented as a flat photograph, cut out on top of lotsa lotsa text- I pity the waif who labours to read it all. Very uncomfortable attempt at the crotch, very inconsistent finish- contrast the hands to the neck, her thighs to her feet. Hesitant touch is wanting in just the wrong place, her right eye. Assume the artist is a beginner.
Writing. Fail.
Drew Bickford
Direct-to-video
Pastiche. Fail.
Natasha Bieniek
Self-portrait with Florence
I think Bieniek put in a reasonably good selfie last year? This is going backwards, there’s an unfinished pastel shadow to it, and the more I look at her feet and the furniture, the arrangement is awkward. Plus, she’s got her mouth open…
Karen Black
Vivian Vidulich
A drippy drawing.
Mia Boe
Toe Knee Arm Strong
As far as I know, this bloke is famous for being a talking head on the telly. Maybe that’s why he’s presented as a puppet on a stage.
Infantile. By the cartoon contempt on the marionette’s face, I can only guess the subject was underwhelmed both going in and coming out.
Jessie Bourke
Different, not less
I’m finding this quite compelling for some reason, despite the very inconsistent application- her eye makeup is impeccable layers of subtle shine, her ear is cardboard. Maybe her pose is an uncanny balance of stillness and liveliness- “tension”, they call it I think. Good framing too, a bit off kilter.
Janis Clarke
Beckah in the studio
Undercooked. Finished like a colour study, no effort to background or clothing. With the subject offering a wary ¾, way back in the frame, it feels like a brief glance at a stranger- not the stuff of portraiture.
Emily Crockford
Singing with my selfie at the top of the world with my imagination
Repetition. And writing. Fail. This bird must be a diversity pick, although I do barrack for her appropriation of Papunya dots and Arnhem bars.
Dagmar Cyrulla
Le marriage
I do like the way this bloke uses close tone colour- sheesh, it’s what I used to work on- but this is an unfinished sketch. So noncommittal that the hands look AI. Good god, the top-left head looks like a nightmare.
Paul de Zubicaray
You can’t hurt me anymore
Close cousin of the 2022 winner, flat poster background, pictograms, “fierce” face. Provocative title wants us to ask, who is the “You” addressed? But honestly, the whole picture is such a one-dimensional cliché, I just don’t care. Even the runway bird is made up of make-up, there is no individual there.
Whitney Duan
Fluffy (Jordan Gogos)
Who is this person? What is this polyester kids’ picture book world he’s in? Why does the whole thing look like it’s done with coloured pencils? It’s very, very hard to imagine he’s Distinguished in Arts and Letters, and very very hard to imagine the artist makes a living.
Robert Fielding
Mayatja (keeper of song and culture)
Writing. Fail.
This awful picture looks like security footage.
Stephanie Galloway Brown
Kathrin Longhurst
Monotone. Fail.
Tho it could have been a very very good portrait, had she worked like the human heart does- in colour.
Oh hang on, there’s writing, too- Fail.
Shaun Gladwell
A spangled symbolist portrait of Julian Assange floating in reflection
Weird. But not strong enough to hold the attention. I suspect they were struggling to find enough neutral “political” content this year, and so put in this neutral bit of High School art.
Jaq Grantford
Ed Le Brocq: I am a centaur.
Moronically mis-assembled. The horse body is lit with brilliant daylight from above, even reflecting warmth off the ground to his underbelly. The tattoo’d poseur is lit laterally, and muffled by an interior gloom. It just doesn’t work, not by a long blow, the figure is an unnatural cut-n-paste.
Honestly, how the hell could an artist work away on a canvas for hours and hours and not realize such a simple rookie mistake, not even when it so obviously and irredeemably wrecks the illusion he was trying to carry off? Are they so hypnotized in reproducing their own reference photographs? Is the canvas so huge that the artist can’t get their senses around the whole thing?
David Griggs
Cold wind blows
Lame. Imported American Strip Mall Gothic, High School level execution. Does not function as a portrait.
Craig Handley
Timequake
A very odd picture, for some reason with an affected fade-to-red shadow injected. One bloke looks off sideways, another one- maybe the same bloke in an ironic t-shirt- looks out over our heads in a rigor of… dementia? Is it a stageplay thing? Is he meant to look like his own props?
The subject is so guarded and unnatural, I don’t think it works as portraiture.
Tsering Hannaford
Meditation on seeing (portrait of Dad)
Looks like a very confident painting, of a bloke with some presence and attitude. Overall soft and affectionate glow is like one of those Grand Ole Gentleman paintings from American courthouses, but the bloke is so suburban that it’s genuinely immediate. Pretty sure that Hannaford Snr is a painter, too.
With just a clue of something- anything- in the background, it would have been really something.
Nicola Higgins
Missy with her ukulele
An pervy view of the lady- a bit of predatory claustrophobia seen in the overlapping Monsteria leaves making the viewer fell like he’s looming over a chick on the carpet (and betrays the photographs used). But paint-wise, I can really dig it- the carpet, merle cotton dress, her skin are all nicely underdone, varied in touch and blend in that lovely and too-rare illusion in figurative art where the process and the product are as one.
But, weirdly, you wouldn’t pick her as Missy Higgins.
Yoshio Honjo
Akira Isogawa
Pastiche. Fail.
Ben Howe
Kylie and Sami
So, it appears that most of the subjects in Australia exist in front of a background of collage, text and animal motif familiars. It’s all a bit brain-dead actually.
Far too photorealistic to be moving.
Laura Jones
Tim Winton
Looks like overdue homework, done on the bus.
Laura E Kennedy
Fluroscuroreduo (diptych after Natasha Bieniek)
It’s all a bit incestuous, this art gas eh?
She’s got Statement glasses, tatts and a computer mouse under her hand. She looks dull.
Daniel Kim
Blue jeans and flowers
So much smartphone lens distortion, and subjects made of paste.
Sam Leach
Louise Milligan
Succeeds in portraying Milligan as Machiavellian, piggish and self-satisfied.
Angus McDonald
Professor Marcia Langton AO
You can’t type Professor Marcia Langton AO without acknowledging that she’s had a rails run to the highest privilege of Australian life, despite being to all accounts an increasingly bitter and nasty piece of work. For some reason, she’s portrayed here rolling her eyes at the ceiling. The clouds are rubbish. As a human portrait, it’s actually quite ok, but Langton cannot carry off the St Sebastian expression. I suspect it may be colossal.
Guido (Guy) Maestri
Obscured self-portrait.
Only the seriously anally-retentive can produce a self-portrait this conceited.
Kelly Maree
Josh Heuston
Photograph. Fail.
Scott Marsh
Big mood
Odd. Composed by photograph. The face is awkwardly offset from the body, like it’s someone else’s face sticking through a cut-out hole in a sideshow amusem*nt. Yeah that’s what it looks like- Travelling Circus truck artwork.
Julian Meagher
Fozz – 2024
AKA Craig Foster, a cardboard cut-out sportsperson-cum-reactionary intellectual and notorious barracker for Hamas. This sanctimonious boundary rider haunts the Archibald. Someone should draw a swastika on his forehead.
Camellia Morris
Wild Wild Wiggle
Pastiche. Fail
Danny Morse
Sean and Claire and Sharon and Debbie
I do not know who these people are, and this lazy and unfinished slap-up does not make me want to care. There is a distressing amount of flat, thick, unfinished slippery in the paintings this year. It’s rubbish.
Anna Mould
Complicit
Not an honest attempt to portray a subject. Fail.
Kirsty Neilson
Cheng Lei- after China
Interesting gaze from the lady, tho a bit of a cliché “arty” pose. Let down by a lot of busy flat fill. And black- black on the canvas flattens the composition brutally, it should be avoided like a cliché.
Tim Owers
On the bench and on the cusp (portrait of Courtnee Vine)
I like Courtnee- and here she looks thoughtful, present, and let’s face it, blokey. Maybe her colouring against the brick and timber setting was serendipitous- but it’s definitely handled very, very skillfully, and even though the brushwork of her face is painterly, there’s enough definition to make her pop forward from the background, giving a perfect depth to the cottage scene.
Good painting, but methinks the Matildas are not “hot” enough for this one to win this year.
Laura Peaco*ck
Peter at home
Naff. What’s going on with the babyish figures and the found-object materials this year? Is it a recession thing, or a cultural cringe response where artists don’t want to be seen to be trying too hard?
Meaghan Pelham
Highlight in the moonlight
Faux-infantile, writing, drawing- fail, fail, fail.
Condescending.
Thea Anamara Perkins
Mum (Hetti)
A tiny head hesitates in front of a fingerpainted landscape.
Underwhelming.
Simon Richardson
Portrait of Fiona Pardington
It’s not that I don’t like the painting, it’s just that I feel I wouldn’t be impressed by the person. Silly tattoos, ironic icon scatter cushions, a French Bulldog, and Inside dog, an Inside On The Furniture On Laps dog… she’d be a total tosser, for sure.
Technically, tho, it’s very well done. This is how you do black, very carefully and sparingly, with a bit of hue to it all the way. Clever weatherboards in the top left pull you into the depth. Even the interior designer’s no-no of distractions in the corners don’t wreck it.
Thom Roberts
Big Bamm-Bamm
Why do the curators keep picking this clown, doing the same lazy painting with the same gimmick, year after year?
Adrian Jangala Robertson
Jumpin’ Julie, Yuendumu
Embarrassing. Surely this is a Diversity Target finalist.
Sally Ross
Matthew
Looks queer. Is this bloke really Distinguished in Arts and Letters? Presented with no background in the painting and no engagement with the gaze, it’s hard not to think that this adolescent and a lot of the other entrants are just chancing it, and if they can get on the Archibald bandwagon, then that’s a right of return for years to came.
Kean Onn See
Margaret Ackland
Looks almost alright, but the hands are hideous. Pointless, the rest of the elements are so precisely composed that photographs are obviously implied- why not just trace the hands after all?
Kris Andrew Small
New
Pastiche. Fail
Ben Smith
If you can see it, you can be it
Inconsistent, to the point of spoilage. A photograph of a face sits on top of a fudgy afterthought of a setting. It’s like it was actually worked on by two different artists.
The bloke looks like a knob, with un-ironic Elliot Goblet glasses and his top button done up.
“If you can see it, you can be it” is the statement of a knob, and/or groomer, too.
Nick Stathopoulos
The last picture show- portrait of David Stratton
Drawing. Fail.
Liz Sullivan
Germaine
Waste of a potentially sensational subject. A anaemic bit of mess on canvas.
Natasha Walsh
The marriage of Nicol and Ford
Queer with a capital Q. I assume it’s compulsory now, like transvestites on Play School. But a lazy and shallow painting with it, as if that counts for anything.
Oliver Watts
Last King of the Cross
Visual déjà vu. The subject is slapped like a ham by a barrage of pastel lozenges, which cannot disguise the precision of photography underneath.
Digby Webster
Trevor my filmmaker with camera
I wish they’d stop putting cod-kindergarten paintings in. It’s just so fatiguing.
One or two, fine, whatever, neurodivergent or plurosomy, whoop. But there’s just so many here now that they drag the whole show down. Which is probably the unstated aim of the curators.
Marcus Wills
Callum.
A gooooood, earthy, earnest painting. A bit simple, maybe, and a pity about the black shirt, but there’s a lot to drink in as the eye wanders around the latent power in his eyes, face, and posture.
Zoe Young
Jill’s at Bills
Photographic distortion, collage-made face. Fail.
Caroline Zilinsky
A lucid heart- the golden age of Jacob Elordi
Drawing. Fail.
