Squid

I just put down squid on the scrabble board on a triple word score, and it reminded me to post about Simon's Exhibition. You see the squid was the one I wanted, but of course when I got there it had been snaffled up.

I am crap at these things. You know, buying art in time. That whole seize the moment thing. I had had time to weigh up my favourites, as I was helping out with framing, but forgot, duh that once the show opened people would be buying them like hotcakes, which they did, damn them (the squid buyer in particular). All very good for Simon, and justifiably so, as you know, people like his particular brand of cleverness. I just liked the squid.

Then Kate told me I looked like the squid, and I kinda had to agree with her. So, there you go. My sad story of not having the squid. I coulda told him and he woulda kept it for me, but NO, I just go there afterwards and lament my uncanny resemblance to a squid, all pale and blue and tangly. Anyway. Boo me.

That said, my favourite part of the evening was encouraging Simon's father Richard to play that rather conspicuous banjo he had left in the corner. I mean you can't just bring it and not play it, now can you?

Ten thousand words

eh mugs...

It's been muggy. That is the reason I left Queensland. I hate the humidity. There are other reasons too, but I'll leave it at that. Today in the shop I had beads of sweat on my forehead and lip and no cool breeze for relief. And yesterday was basically hot, riding in the sun. It felt like summer had started already. Damn. I'm not ready. I might never be ready!
I am also quietly horrified that it is already almost November, as I realized today it's Melbourne Cup long weekend and the city will be full of drunken suits and fascinators. This weekend.
I need to make a big floppy sun hat to hide under.
I'm glad to be going to the country to visit the farm. Now, fingers crossed it won't rain so we can camp. The forecast is for thunderstorms so like I said, fingers crossed.

I say so...

I've always been a sucker for African fabrics. My aunt was based in South African when I was little and her postcards and presents were always such treasures. It was actually one of my favourite things about Paris, come to think of it. The stunning African women at the Belleville market, and everywhere, wrapped head to toe in a riot of colour and pattern. Talk about glamour!
So, I fell in love with this fabric when I spotted it in Pene's studio ages ago. When she appeared last week with new zippy purses made from it I couldn't resist. How could I resist? It has a phone texting someone 'I SAY SO'.



That's the trouble with working in a shop full of beautiful things. I have to try not to want it all. I have to promise with steely resolve not to come home with any new things this week. Wish me luck!

Oh. Edit. Presents don't count do they?

It's not the end of the world

I am so tired after riding from the depths of Thornbury into the city and back twice today.
So, I thought I better spread the word, my friend Simon MacEwan is having an exhibition at C3 which opens on wednesday night. He is a clever bastard, who makes fancy jewels and tiny inky drawings which make me a little blind just looking at them.

Post-apocalyptic urban planning and absurd disasters meet in a series of drawings in which the personal is re-imagined on an epic scale.

It's ok.

It's not the end of the world.

So I have sore legs, but, you know, it's not the end of the world. And even if it is, it's quite pretty here. Like this beautiful scene which is like a trip to Berlin.

Tomorrow the world

When I said I'd go to West Space with Kate on Friday I had no idea what I was in for. It was basically a free form dress up box to plunder. There was also music and dancing and a Green Screen stage with footage projected across the gallery.

LOOK! A squid hat! A swan dress!






It's part of the West Space festival Tomorrow the World. The program features all kinds of goodness finishing off with a Halloween House of Horrors Dance Floor and Philip Samartzis captaining a cruise down the Maribyrnong River featuring a site-specific sound performance.

ringdingding toottoottoot!

Saw some big art with bells and whistles.
Saw some unsatisfied art viewers. Not enough bells and whistles perhaps?
Saw some good things. Saw some boring things.
At Valhalla, Margaret Lawrence Gallery VCA and at ACCA.
Personally I would recommend seeing all three. That's me.
ring dingding toottoottoot!