Model of Melbourne in the 50’s – Melbourne Museum
When I was growing up in Hobart, we used to drive past Tudor Court. An entire village made of matchsticks. Why would you bother? I remember asking myself. How bored would you be, to find recreating something on such a small scale fascinating.
It was beautifully done, I remember, and one has to be gobsmacked by the level of care and attention to detail required.
Model of Melbourne in the 50’s – Melbourne Museum
These days, I understand it more. How the repetition can be soothing, the satisfaction at the completion of each stage the creator must feel. And I find a growing fascination at the reaction one feels – at an adult level looking into miniature worlds. A momentary sense of discombobulation.
See here for some amazing examples. I am particularly drawn to the ‘Bay Model’ and the ‘downtown San-Francisco‘ toothpick model against the black backdrop. I felt a swoon at that one.
And this beautiful film – which is not actually stop motion – rather still photographs of live action pieced together. Really lovely to watch, and in some way a fascinating reminder of the preciousness of each one of those figures and the moments that are captured.
I am drawn to the miniature in some way that is yet to be defined. I’m not sure if it is the faded colours, the simplified shapes, the fact that is requires closer inspection, or the peculiar sensation that one feels as an adult looking into a tiny world. I suspect it will inform some paintings, but I’m not sure how yet. Mysterious.
Me likey.