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    Lauren Lysaght, The Nita Gini Collection, installation view, 2010. Image courtesy of the artist.

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    Lauren Lysaght, The Nita Gini Collection, 2010. Image courtesy of the artist.

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    Lauren Lysaght, The Nita Gini Collection, 2010. Image courtesy of the artist.

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    Lauren Lysaght, The Nita Gini Collection, 2010. Image courtesy of the artist.

The Nita Gini Collection: Lauren Lysaght

26 June - 15 August 2010 in the Hirschfeld Gallery

Lauren Lysaght presented a unique gathering of ‘Crown Lynn’ objects, drawing on her grandmother Nita Gini’s collection. These objects were all constructed by the artist using cardboard, plaster of Paris and an array of other craft and found materials. Lysaght also created the plinths and display furniture for the exhibition, using bizarre and highly theatrical materials including fake leopard-skin fabric, wood veneer and found items.

 Veering dramatically from the formality with which collections are often presented, The Nita Gini Collection represented a singular and idiosyncratic response to the Crown Lynn story familiar to many New Zealanders. The exhibition adopted a brassy, mischievous and indomitably homemade aesthetic to consider objects we often call ‘precious’, in a new and extremely colourful light.

Gregory O’Brien writes in response to this body of work, ‘An artist pathologically interested in unpromising and unlikely materials, Lauren Lysaght is in fine iconoclastic form…’ Larger-than-life, this work continues a story where the objects have become almost characters in their own right. The Crown Lynn narrative is far from complete, in The Nita Gini Collection it continues, irreverent and exultant.

Public Programmes

Artist's Talk—Lauren Lysaght
Saturday 26 June 2010 2pm 

Media release

 Not Your Nana's China...

Further Reading

Lauren Lysaght - Essay by Curator Abby Cunnane

Lauren Lysaght - Suggested Further Reading