Zane Trow
Published: March 14, 2007
In a departure from our normal My Collection columns, Trow tells ArtInfo about his current collecting habits and the tragic demise of his earliest art acquisitions. --------------- In the early ’90s, I was director of the Melbourne Next Wave Festival. Kate Daw, a local conceptual artist of note, was the festival’s visual arts curator, and when we finished working together she gave me a small text painting. When I moved to Sydney I thought that this gave me a great incentive to start a collection of interesting, small conceptual works, especially as I was directing The Performance Space, which is in the midst of the artist-run gallery scene in Sydney. Alas, this collection never came to be. One day as I left for work, I stopped off at the bank. As I approached the counter, two fire engines went past. I arrived at TPS to find the phone on my desk ringing. It was a member of the Board, who told me that my apartment was on fire. I thought he was joking; he wasn’t. He drove me back to a heap of ashes. My partner’s piano—ashes. The living room—ashes. And the Kate Daw—ashes. (Interestingly, my CD covers melted, but the CDs have proven to be perfectly playable to this day). I had left my mobile phone charger plugged in, and the sofa cover caught fire from a faulty wall outlet. The sofa had gone up in about 30 seconds. My Most Recent Acquisitions: These days I tend to “collect” CDs (funny, that). Mostly from the smaller, independent art music, electronica and sound-artist-run sites. Some of these are beautiful limited-edition objects in their own right. While the sound art presented by these imprints might operate purely in a digital zone, the packaging design that objectifies and contextualizes the digital product is often both imaginative and thoughtful. Advice for Beginning Collectors: Don’t leave your mobile phone charger plugged in. |