Obituary:
Frances
(Fran)
(1962-2003)
[Source acknowledgement: Originally published by www.realtimearts.net and Friends of Fran Ferguson]
Fran Ferguson was a seer of beauty and originality. Painter, theatre and costume designer, sculptor, writer,
ceramicist, teacher and traveller, she lived an artist’s life, a passionate collage of texture, colour and intuition, leaving a trail
of precious creations that criss-cross
Born in
Cherished by her family,
In 1986 Fran entered
Fran’s creative output was immense and she produced a body of work that included painting
and drawing, costumes and ceramics. The inspiration for her work came from friends, family, memories, dreams and fantasies. The experience
of being, with all its follies and graces, was the stuff of her art and it was exquisite.
She possessed a rare combination of
deep emotional intelligence and manual dexterity, and so was rarely, if ever, thwarted in giving life to the curious stuff of her
dreams. Anything conjured in her sparkling imagination could be wrought in her nimble hands. The techniques of many trades, from carpentry
to welding, needlepoint to printing, came naturally to her.
In 1995
Standing almost 15 metres high,
the reinforced metal beams became the sculptural skeleton which she fleshed out with stonework, mosaics, glass, ceramics welding and
metal work. What started as a six-month gig expanded into a project of Herculean proportions. The “Gateway”, resonating with local
history and the essence of the surrounding landscape, took 3 years to complete.
Premier Bob Carr finally launched the work,
but no public launch or applause could ever really recognise the painstaking hours and ultimately, years that Fran dedicated to that
incredible work of glass, mosaic and metal. The “Gateway “ is visited by thousands of tourists annually.
This work, perhaps
more obviously than many, demonstrated Fran’s dogged tenacity and sheer endurance when it came to completing an artwork. Many all-nighters
went by where she had the sewing machine out utterly intent on finishing a costume. She always made it in time. And the work was always
incredible.
Those of us who were privileged to be a part of Fran’s life could only sit back in amazement at the way a simple
doodle on a shopping list became something you’d want to frame. A keen dancer (and enterprising op-shopper)
Friends of Fran Ferguson