i can't sleep. i saw to much art. and i barely saw any.
i have more shows to go to tomorow, and the next day and well, for as long as i can see into my future.
it's all abit surreal finding your way through the crowds to occasional moments of clarity and happy reverie. surrounded by police AND security in the ngv... and the train station and... they're everywhere. so are the clear plastic rubbish bins... and abandoned breifcases... threat anyone?... no not here, all cheerful and friendly...
the show at conical 'mind games', has some lovely bits, mr & ms, in particular. somebody introduce me please! i liked the woodsman up in the roof at acca and shilpa gupta's work in the acmi screengallery part of contemporary commonwealth (what a wank name). i liked the torn shirt with moose picture at gertrude street. billie stones work in the back room at seventh gallery made me laugh, out loud. it's good when art does that. a show at gertrude street did that two years ago, for this festival? video works that i sat down and watched and went back to, something about awkwardness? maybe...
how very fucking helpful dell. anybody?
that's my problem, i'm useless at remembering even the things i loved. crap with names, of books, films, music, people, everything. i've only recently decided i need to keep a list to remind myself what i like. too many drugs? the booze? or just me? the latter i think. i can't remember ever being good at such things, but then, i guess, i wouldn't.
next wave anyone? google it. i'm lazy. fair too. it's four in the morning. night,mr & ms