‘REMNANTS OF A GOLDEN PAST’ – Reviewed by Bronwyn Rees. An Exhibition of Collagraphs and Mixed Media Paintings June 18th to July 9th 2011, at the Firestation Print Studio, Armadale.

At first glance, Kaufman’s work is a delicate tracery of veils, lovely colours and alluring patterns. On further contemplation however, a mysterious yearning voice seems to issue from the shadows.

What is the golden past to which the artist refers?

Upon looking in Kaufman’s folio of artist’s  information, there is a print on the first page entitled “Der Flucht”, by an unnamed artist, of two Jewish men on the run, holding their most precious possessions under one arm.

It poses the question, what would you take if you had to flee for your life, and could only take what you could carry?

While speaking about her work and her memories, Myra described a matchbox of precious tiny objects her mother had kept for her from her childhood, giving them to her 30 years later. She was so overcome by emotion, she lost her words for a moment.

She went on to describe her travels to Spain and Italy to find traces of the Jewish communities that thrived there before being expelled in the 15^th century. She said the traces are so tiny, but packed with enormous emotional significance. Despite efforts to eradicate any trace of their presence, the marks on the walls, the relief decoration hidden behind Christian altars, even the embroidery on Torah scroll covers, lived on through all this time.

When looking at Kaufman’s earlier works, I could see realistic representations of all the things that have since been absorbed into the more abstract works of today – keys, lace, fragments of Hebrew text, old books, dress patterns and old suitcases, all things carried like the most precious gold across continents and time to arrive here in Australia.

When so much else has been lost, each little fragment to survive takes on a great weight of meaning. Visually this is represented by prints with broken stone like edges, inscribed with patterns that look like writing. Owls peer out from fabric veils, perched on the Tree of Life. Veils of lace conceal the unspeakable wrenching from life and home, the starting place for forced journeys to unfamiIiar destinations.

I have had the pleasure and privilege to observe Myra’s work develop over the last four years, parting like veils to reveal increasingly fascinating storytelling. I look forward to seeing and hearing about the next instalment.

Bronwyn Rees

July 2011