Tracey Moffatt
First Jobs Series 2008 and selected films 1999-2008

Tracey Moffatt is one of Australia’s leading contemporary artists. Since 1989 her photographic, film and video works have been shown in major museums around the world. Her work explores themes of oppression, hysteria and escape.

Two Rooms will be exhibiting her latest work, First Jobs, Series 2008. This photographic suite evokes the memories of those lacklustre, mundane jobs we were obliged to do as teenagers and art students in order to survive. Now permeated with bright pastel colours, Tracey Moffatt revisits her work places with cheerful irony, comparing her existence now as an artist with her work in those past jobs.

In addition, the exhibition includes a selection of Moffatt’s filmic montages from 1999 to 2008, edited by Gary Hilberg. Included is Revolution 2008, created for the last Sydney Biennale. A seamless, rhythmic composition using excerpts from well-known and B-grade movies, this work explores the stereotypes of revolution in movies and the chaos that ensues.

Over the years my friends and I joke about our dreadful past jobs. Jobs we worked as teenagers and young students. Awful jobs that we would rather forget about such as cleaning out the local cinema after a screening of The Exorcist in 1974.

When I was a kid I always had jobs and I always made my own money, whether it was receiving a dollar for pulling up the weeds in the yard or baby-sitting for neighbours or working at the local green grocers. The thing about making a bit of your own cash was that you could buy your own clothes and not have to wear the clothes that your mother picked out.

In 1978 at seventeen I worked in factories peeling pineapples. I also packed meat and shelled prawns. Such back-breaking labour was exhausting but the money was good. After one year I saved enough money to travel to Europe and backpacked around for nine months. Then in 1980 I went to art school in Brisbane but continued part-time work as a waitress to pay for art materials.

After art school I was desperate for money to pay the rent and I worked many jobs. Some were: scrubbing floors in a women’s refuge, washing dishes in a canteen and parking cars in a car park beneath a restaurant called Dirty Dicks (I had no driver’s licence, but the patrons were always drunk and didn’t care.)

I am resentful and appalled at the work I had to do to survive. I hold a grudge towards rich kids who never had to slave like I did. Secretly though I’m proud of myself. When I think of those early years I realise that I was learning to be tough and work whether I liked it or not. I put my head down and was forced to be productive. I was learning how to get on with other people and learning to handle a boss. These days I do nothing but make art and have exhibitions. Being an artist feels like being on a permanent but jittery holiday in comparison to those early working days. Now I sleep in until 9.30 am and press the ‘ignore’ button on my phone if I don’t feel like talking to anyone. But, as Bette Davis put it, it is ‘The Lonely Life’. You have come up with the ideas and make them happen. No-one else is going to do it for you.But I remember the good things about the factory floor. Walking into work everyday and saying hi to people you knew, there was a camaraderie. The work was mindless but it didn’t mean that your mind couldn’t go places. Then there was knock-off time. The bell would ring and you would be out the door with a wad of cash in your hand and not a care in the world.

In being a full-time artist there never is any knock-off time. There’s always a nagging, miserable voice of ideas in your head and you MUST get up off the sofa and produce work. The bell never rings and you never know where your next buck is coming from. Your mind is constantly wound up. You’re never really physically tired not like when you had a real honest job. But would I go back to working in a factory just to get good a night’s sleep? Ha, um, no.

– Tracey Moffatt, New York 2008