Here, look -

In relation to this, this:

In other non-sequitur news, I don't work hard enough.

I promise

I hereby resolve to finish my website and have it online before the end of 2009. This joint here is for ramblings, not for sensibleness. So I'm gonna flippin' do it, orright?

I've been looking at the work of Donald Evans. It's very interesting; that whole coming up with a pretext and limitation in order to produce a very particular kind of series of work thing; that whole classification and miniaturisation of a fantasy version of the world, naming as knowing thing; that whole mail art global connectedness international languages thing; that whole copying the signifiers of a certain genre thing.

It's pleasing to see someone find a project that's so clear to them, no matter how nichey.

Flailing about in the dark

There's also this:

It's an exhibition. Don't try reading the little bits of text, they're too small and I couldn't be arsed mucking about with preparing images properly. You should know by now that that sort of thing isn't what goes on in these parts.

On the show, though, I was down on my work, but the parts that insisted on not being able to be fixed knew better than me how to self-actualise their constituent selves into a successful work.

I was battling every part of it all the way, and it beat me, and I learned that I was beaten because the work itself is superior to my understanding of what makes it good (when it is). That's a little scary. But it can be no other way. My little brain isn't capable of logically following through to the conclusions of its instincts.

This is what makes it hard to write artist statements, but at the same time is what is the appealing mystery of, like, yanno, art. It needs to reach for something slightly further than your own understanding. Maybe.

I don't learn something from every project I undertake but I have from this... I don't know exactly what it is, but it's there somewhere.

Anyhoo.

Tom Polo is awesome, btw. He's good people.

The naked truth of a shock jock duped

For those with whom I've discussed this story. It's now as out in the open as it gets.

Where am I?

Note to self

The other night

I made an artwork for a fundraiser that I really like.

If you wanna buy it, it's here, and it's cheap. Or, you could not buy it and then it will be returned to me, which I would like. But then maybe someone random would buy it and I'd never see it again, which I wouldn't like either.

I'm tempted to go buy it myself. What's the upchuck factor on that?

The Other Show

This is the other show.

Go on, wish me luck!

But if you're in Fremantle, try this one instead. The bottom one with the great picture of Sam's work.

possible dialogue for real life situation

Person A: Hmmm, it's Tuesday October 17th around 6pm and I am bored.
Person B: Why don't we go to an exhibition opening?
Person A: That is a good idea, I believe there is one tonight at Firstdraft at 116-118 Chalmers St Surry Hills in Sydney.
Person B: Oh, goody! (thinking) maybe I can get some decent conversation there