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'Maria Oosterwyk with Rooster' - pigment ink on wood with 24 gold
ARTIST EMMA BASS FINDS LIFE-AFFIRMING BEAUTY IN MANY PLACES, SOMETIMES EVEN IN DISORDER AND DECAY A CHRISTMAS PAST.
A child (let’s say she’s 10) is taken by her cardiologist father to Auckland Hospital’s coronary care unit. She has an important job, he tells her. It’s to paint the windows with festive decorations so that patients have something beautiful to look at instead of bland walls and medical equipment. “I painted baubles and trees and stars on the windows each Christmas for years,” says artist Emma Bass. “Trying to bring some beauty into the lives of patients who were very sick and couldn’t go home helped teach me to look for joy wherever I could find it.” Much of Emma’s working life has been spent casting about for beauty — often in unexpected places.
“Humans need beauty; we seek it everywhere: in landscape, music, art, gardens, love and ourselves. When we experience beauty, there is a sense of homecoming.”
At school, she felt like a misfit. While others were praised for being good at sports or maths, Emma struggled. “I think I’m mildly dyslexic which does give you another way of seeing the world.” Even though she had grown up around art (her parents were collectors), she didn’t have the confidence to apply to art school. So her pragmatic side kicked in. Nursing was an option that not only gave her the chance to help people but, because nurses can work anywhere, allowed her to travel. It was in this role that she became increasingly aware of the link between art and healing (16 of her artworks are in Auckland Hospital; others have been donated to hospices). In her early 20s, she went to London where working at a large city hospital consolidated this belief. “The ancient Greeks created peaceful spaces with mosaics and statues to help in the healing of body and mind,” she says. “And Florence Nightingale wrote: ‘Little as we know about the way in which we are affected by form, by colour, and light, we do know this; they have an actual physical effect. Variety of form and brilliancy of colour in the objects presented to patients are actual means of recovery.’”
One memory from her time on those wards involves a patient with chronic ulcerative colitis. “It was the worst I’ve ever seen. He drew a picture of his colon — in luscious green — and put it on the wall of his room. Then he focused on it and on getting well. He unexpectedly recovered in two weeks. The doctors were scratching their heads.” It was also in London that she struck up a friendship with a doctor who had a set up a darkroom in the hospital. He gave her the key. When Emma wasn’t helping people to get better, she was out taking reportage-style photographs, usually on city streets, and developing them back at base. The images, spotted at a Camera Club exhibition by an advertising agency, earned her the offer of professional work. “It was a huge shoot, and I would never have been able to pull it off. So I said, ‘Thank you very much’ and told them no.” But the experience boosted her confidence. She returned to Auckland with art on her mind. While studying photography at Unitec, Emma convinced an undertaker to let her document the embalming process. She discovered she loved photographing funerals as much as she did weddings. Along with the embalming project, she completed a visual study of the abandoned Carrington Psychiatric Hospital (before it became Unitec in the early 1990s). It was a grim place. The images she took don’t disguise that but they do reference some of the poignancy: childlike drawings on a wall, almostpretty architectural features, and details of everyday items left behind. Her work as a student photographer consolidated the link between decay and beauty that is such a feature of her artwork today.
But first…a detour into the world of celebrity portraiture. As an emerging photographer, Emma lugged her portfolio around magazines to ask for a break. It worked. Over the next couple of decades she progressed from photographing businesspeople for trade publications to shooting big-name celebrities for high-profile consumer titles. One such portrait is of Peter Jackson, looking alarmed, with a wētā stuck to his face. A commission from the United States magazine, Entertainment Weekly, it was taken at the beginning of her career. “They wanted a conceptual image and I had to fly to Wellington where I had 15 minutes with him. I had to take in props and didn’t have a clue, really, but thought, ‘Weta Workshop… wētās’.” Emma unearthed two — Wendy and Wayne — one dead, the other alive. “When I walked in and told him what I wanted, his response was basically, ‘Over my dead body’.” Panicked, she says she had no idea what to do. She still isn’t quite sure how, but she managed to get the wētā onto his cheek “where it stuck”. “I kind of remember throwing it at him. I don’t understand why he went along with it since he was so against it. Maybe it was because I was so young” She has also photographed Sir Edmund Hillary and Jonah Lomu not long before his death. Lomu looks bone-tired and holds his head in his hands, almost shielding himself. “He knew he was really sick,” says Emma. Both photographs represent career highlights. “They were a privilege"/
Yet all the while, the need to express herself beyond the commercial was constant.
“Creating beauty is vital to me. It makes it possible to cope with the less-pleasant aspects of daily life and the escalating world troubles. I see the creative process as one of the purest ways to connect to my truest thoughts, hopes and emotions.”
When her marriage broke up, Emma became a single mother to Olive (now 18) and George (10). “Good often comes out pain,” she says. “Throwing myself into my art helped me survive that time.” Her first major exhibition explored floral arrangements that were falling apart and captured the perfect imperfection in decaying flowers. “To me, a flower arrangement looks more interesting and more beautiful once it has demised somewhat. Flowers reflect our mortality. I think people were very reassured by the images because they were saying, ‘Hey look, we are all dying, and life isn’t perfect.’ The flowers are on the turn, and you can see all that, but they are still beautiful.” She now works full time as a photographic artist and much of her work is shot at home in Mt Eden in a 1950s house she adores. “It’s a wonderful house,” she says. “And it has been a sanctuary - my place to create and to cherish family and friends.” Initially owned by the parents of dancer and choreographer Candy Lane, it was also the scene of many parties. “I’m told they wore a patch out of the carpet dancing the twist,” Emma says. “I can feel the happiness and energy in the walls.”
