Milo fell off the slide at school and I went to pick him up. He was alright, a bit shaken though. We watched the Incredible Hulk and drank hot chocolate.
So I'm a bit behind on the blogging. Last weekend, we went on a bit of a gallery odyssey, a nice little Saturday actually. Very adult contemporary. Started off at Chris Day's show at Utopian Slumps, a new foray into the world of colour photography.
Rhys Lee's exhibition wasn't open, so we looked at one over the road in a gallery where Scottie had done some carpentry work. Is there anything he hasn't tried his hand at? The artwork was terrible, but the carpentry was spot on.
On the same street, there is John Updike gallery. I really liked the Domenico De Clario exhibition. Lots of greyness with architectural shapes rising out of them. A bit on the shiny side perhaps, but I was really into them. We were perplexed by the lighting and red roses.
Next stop: ACCA, where we have been trying to get to for the past month to see Pat Foster's work in the New09 exhibition. God I'm arty at the moment.
These faces were cool
This thing is amazing! A girl stood at the doorway warning everyone it was loud and scary, so you knew something was going to happen. But then it took ages, and the lights glowed slowly. Just when I was thinking maybe nothing will happen and that's the trick, they all roared and went impossibly bright, causing us all to shriek.
Benjamin Armstrong made these things. He blows the glass himself and they are lovely to look at. Couldn't help thinking of jellyfish, the beach and the things coming out of people's chests in Donnie Darko.
Pat's stuff was typically high concept, but the execution was very professional. I didn't quite understand, but it was interesting. The structure on the ceiling has glass in it and some of the glass is cracked, so I suppose you would think it could fall on you as you stared up at it, like Edwina here. Then there is another thing with two metal benches with a large pane of glass in between them, making it awkward to walk past. I wanted Scottie to try and jump it. I reckon he would have if I had wagered a happy meal.
Later on, we met up in Brunswick to go and see Raph's album launch. Always love walking past this chandelier place. Specialised shops are amazing! I also like the neon sign shop in Kensington.
And we stumbled across this guy doing a poetry reading in a little bookshop. His poems are all grids of numbers with a narrative running through them as a series. He changed his name to pi-oh (using the mathematical symbols) and was quite a character. There were a few rows of chairs set up, and just one goth guy sitting in one of them. Then there was someone whom I presume was the owner of the bookshop, accompanying on the ukelele.
A guy in a wheelchair came in wearing a cowboy hat, drinking bourbon. He didn't stick around long.
Most of the humour was pretty ground level, lots of puns. Good stuff! we were all suitably impressed, with Beci quipping that this was a very Max thing to come across. I couldn't say, as I am always with me whenever anything happens.
We eventually made it to Revolver, where Raph was performing. They have some great artwork on the walls, including a big head by Brendan Huntley, watching the toilet doors.
Chris Johanson! Check out the show line-up from a few moons ago.
Earlier work by Misha.
Beci was instigating all kinds of fun, including shots of green stuff!
Raph Boogie hit the stage after midnight, well after the Bill.
It was great seeing someone I know really well up on stage having so much fun. His music is straight hip-hop, but the subject matter isn't about being tough or pretending to be American or anything. He does a song about his family that is really heartfelt, and lots about baking cakes and food!
He dedicated a song to Beci, of course! We had a few more shots to celebrate.
Post show autographs
On Sunday, Tom had a viewing of his art show at his house, before taking it to Sydney's Black and Blue gallery. I felt kind of awkward the whole time, but we had some laughs and Tom gave some impromptu floor talks/sledging matches. The guy in the yellow beanie had apparently been drinking rum for the past five days, honing his comic timing in the process.
This is a scale model of a well Tom wants to make as an art installation. The idea is it is meant to be made out of wooden bricks (don't ask me why wooden, Tom explained it to me and I still didn't understand), and you can't see into it, but it would be encased in curved mirror and have a swivel chair at the bottom. Sam and I have spent quite some time discussing what one would see if sitting in the chair.
The light came flooding through the window and bathed everything in a soothing glow. I took a photo of it.
The show opened in Sydney on Friday. Nice one, Tom!
Here's one of Scottie, with a sandwich.
There is a show at Don't Come at the moment about architecture and stuff, with a skate angle. These architecture guys have been on a mission to find backyard pools around Meblourne, and have quite a swag of them under their belts. There is a film and slideshow to watch of them, a few that are still around too.
Eugene was one of them. I quizzed him about it, but he kept his cool.
This fellow was getting a bit loud during the speeches.
But he settled down soon enough.
Jeez, that was an arty update! La-di-da.