Susan McMinn

Shrine of Remembrance Melbourne - Battle of Beersheba - 31 October 1917

Selection exhibition - September 2008
Photographs - Exhibition September 2008 to February 2009

Dance: In and out of time

A time to dance I
A time to dance I
A time to dance II
A time to dance II
Flamenco
Flamenco

Hooves and Steel: Warhorse in Conflict

April 2009 Phyllis Palmer Gallery, Latrobe University Bendigo

THE SPIRIT OF THE ANZACS ..and the band played Waltzing Matilda...

Inspired by the legendary song "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda", by Eric Bogle, this body of work seeks to represent the memories of a young soldier's journey through the tragedy of Gallipoli. The fifteen charcoal drawings engage imagery, depicted in historic film footage, portraying a narrative of the subsequent sequence of events which surround the Australian arrival at Anzac Cove. A pictorial storyboard, the resultant imagery seeks to characterise the courage and endurance of our diggers, retracing memories of an old hero as he remembers.

when I was a young man I carried me pack When I was a young man I carried me pack I waltzed my Matilda all over I waltzed my Matilda all over In 1915 my country said son, there’s work to be done I In 1915 my country said son, there's work to be done I In 1915 my country said son, there’s work to be done II In 1915 my country said son, there's work to be done II They gave me a tin hat, they gave me a gun They gave me a tin hat, they gave me a gun They marched me away to the war They marched me away to the war ...and the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship moved away from the key ...and the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship moved away from the key How I remember that terrible day, Our blood stained the sand and the sea How I remember that terrible day, Our blood stained the sand and the sea
Suva Bay Suva Bay We were butchered like lambs to the slaughter We were butchered like lambs to the slaughter Johnny Turk Johnny Turk In five minutes flat, he'd blown us to hell In five minutes flat, he'd blown us to hell But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain We tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire We tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire Now every April I watch the parade, the old men march slowly, Old Heroes from a forgotten war Now every April I watch the parade, the old men march slowly, Old Heroes from a forgotten war