at Port Adelaide

One of the places that I used to visit and photograph was Port Adelaide and along the Port River estuary.   I was initially attracted to the architecture of the  industrial and commercial sites along and nearby the polluted Port River, as these signified the drivers of  modernity in South Australia. Both sides of the  Port Adelaide River  had been zoned   as  sites for  industrial expansion and the industry that was there used the river  as a drain.   In the 1980s large sections along the banks of the river were empty sites,  and they were, to all intents and purposes,  edge lands. These, however,  were not  empty urban landscapes evacuated of people.

silos + Holden, Port Adelaide

silos + Holden, Port Adelaide

Living in the suburbs, driving a Holden with free time at Port Adelaide for play is what  the historical experience of  being modern was in Adelaide. Those who were making  the cars, the washing machines and the TV sets could also buy them.

Photography, if you like,  was where art and the categories of  everyday life met. This stood in marked contrast to the avant-garde at the Experimental Art Foundation, which along with the major art institutions and the practitioners of a post modernist staged and fictive modes of photography  associated photography with a simplified and enfeebled realm of an outmoded pictorial style and a naive account of representation.

On their account realism, with its facile assumptions  of visual transparency and deceptive form of  natural representation  equated realism with positivism’s view that the pictures of the world are in some uncomplicated sense  reflections of the world.  Realism was deemed to be out of date and second rate—  it belonged to a dingy corner of a dusty Victorian cupboard—- rather than realism being viewed  as a process of critical recovery  and historical remembrance. 

My weekend trips to the Port River away from the decaying sites  of deindustrialisation in the rustbelt in Adelaide that had yet to be replaced  made me  realise that the  river’s estuary was a  favourite site for recreation–mostly fishing, if you could not afford a boat. This  everyday working class playtime is  set outside the world of dehumanising everyday work in the factories,   even though the play takes with the space of industry.  This play, commonly seen as prosaic and marginal,    had a ritualistic communal quality  to it.The experience of immersion in the fishing along the Port River is treasured. What was significant was  the quality of experience that this type of play in everyday life affords. It was seen to be immensely valuable in the sense of  making a life live worth living.

silos + fishing, Port River estuary

silos + fishing, Port River estuary

 

Behind the play in everyday  life lie the economic  forces of the unfettered markets that the Hawke/Keating  Government brought to the fore in the  1980s.  The view  that all will be well, provided nothing is done to meddle with market forces,  provided the  ideological cover for the unleashing of financiers to enable the capital flows essential to a new phase of globalisation in which the United States deficits provided the aggregate demand for the world’s factories (whose profits flowed back to Wall Street closing the loop nicely). Progress took the form of  billions of people in the South East Asia being pulled out of poverty whilst  hundreds of millions of western workers were slowly being sidelined, pushed into more precarious or  low-paid insecure jobs and forced to financialise themselves either through their superannuation  or their homes.

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