Moya Delany is a visual artist working in Sculpture. After studying at Prahran college under Howard Arkley, Tony Clark and Alex Danko, and later at the Phillip Institute of Technology, Delany graduated with a B.A Fine Art (Hons.) majoring in Sculpture (1989), Delany began exhibiting in Australia and abroad in group and solo shows. A chance meeting with Deborah Harry in New York (1996), led to a decade of designing and creating the Moya Delany Accessories brand stocked globally. Delany’s work is included in the collections of Allan Powell, Shirley Manson (Garbage), Bono, (U2), Bruce Springsteen and Sheryl Crowe. Later, Commissions followed for Delany’s sculptural lighting work that uses her trademark materials, vintage WW2 parachutes and signal flags and Boy scout banners.
Part Situationist, part Surrealist. These assemblages are part autobiographical and part party tragics, castaways with connections, relics/characters from an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel.
Souvenirs from situations, half real, half imagined. By creating dark and amusing scenarios using uncommon objects, these ‘monuments to moments’ convey multiple meanings and bring new associations from the evidence of a lost epoch. Standing protected, or confined by bullet proof glass, some are illuminated by their own light box environment. Adding another layer to the situation, they come with an accompanying continuous soundtrack of the earliest ever recording of a house party in 1920 mixed with the audio of Andy Warhol factory conversations and bugged telephone calls. Curious to see the transition from 3D to 2D, Delany has added large blown-up prints of the works to magnify the details, or put them under the microscope. Invitations to dances, souvenirs, pass-outs, hotel keys, tickets for the Concorde, camera lenses and poker chips. In this,’Coming to an end’ paraphernalia of ropes and nets, bombs and binoculars, oxygen masks and parachutes, there is a taste of exquisite tragedy and faded glory. The beauty of abandoned objects once coveted, once visionary, discarded souvenirs now useless divine wreckage. When destruction becomes an accomplishment, there is grandeur in the ruin.