Monday, April 27, 2009

day eighty one

went down to tassie on good friday for ten days; had to drive my work down and install for show called love bites; which meant catching the boat; what a fucking experience; 9 hours on a floating food court; never again; except for the return journey; arrived at devonport 7pm; met up with gary & douglas in deloraine for a beer; headed down to hobart; drove around and around looking for a place to stay; all booked because of easter; i couldn't stay in uni accom until sat; drove up to the beat; settle to slumber; was uncomfortable in cabin of truck; then started feeling unsafe; thought fuck it; has to be a motel somewhere; ended up on derwent bridge flyover; took hard left off motor way; sign posted "government house"; to avoid going out of city; next minute in the bush; look in rear vision mirror; discover cop car following me; proceed as normal; on top of hill; lights flashing; i pull over; questioned about, what i am doing; where am i going; what's on the back of the truck; explain the wine barrels; he takes my license; upon his return i ask; why have you pulled me over? he replies "oh come on mate, you're driving around at 2.30am with a truck full of shit; I didn't know that was illegal occifer? he says "is this your truck?" - yes, you just checked my rego etc out; well imagine if it was stolen, you would want me to pull them over." fuck - i'm like what are talking about? - he says or would you rather i be bludging back at the station. i reply well my definition of bludging is wasting time - ur wasting mine and urs. he then said he could have the truck searched if he wanted. i said, we done? ; yes; drove off; ended up at 3.30am at the casino paying $158 for 7 hours in hotel.

met up with sarah the curator and pat brassington on saturday arvo; and dumped my stuff in the gallery and and went to my apartment; bought back memories of 1999 with mandy mcintosh; running a muck; caught up with a mate on easter sunday; was driving back from sandy bay and was pulled over by a booze bus; and guess who i run into; yup; say occifer from friday night; he says; arh twice in three days; here i am out protecting the community again; i roll my eyes; he instructs me to blown in breathaliser; i refuse as i didn't see him unwrap the straw; he takes it off; unwraps a fresh one; i blow; he says hmmm zero reading; i say what were u expecting? he asks me to remove the straw from the breataliser i refuse saying that i have no where in the truck to dispose of it and i am sure he is provided with ppe and a bin. i then invite him to the opening and lecture; smile and drive off;

matt was in town for the week of easter; was good hanging out with him; he drove me around hobart and we lunched; museumed; and drank; was good seeing him;

installation began on wednesday and was absolutely brilliant; aaron the gallery technician was amazing and everything was done in a day; not like when i first showed the work; it took three days and two nights to install!

mark arrived in hobart on thursday eve; was great to have him there; the artist forum talk i had to do on friday went well; even though i was a nervous wreck and my whole head was glowing like rudolf's nose; exhibition opening was great and met some good folk

the video below; dedicated to mandy mcintosh;

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was funny; sitting at cafe with mark; eating brekky; the last saturday were in hobart; flicking through the local rag; and here they were! lol
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day eighty

made it back to sydney on australia day weekend; first time since i left 3 years ago; luella's 40th b'day; whole week was fucking great; it was a delight being back in sydney; so pretty; but not a city for me; scotty the blue bunny from nyc was in town for the arts festival; la cliche; was a great night; good to finally meet him after all these years