Day of Rest

No rest for the wicked. Our first day off together since New Year. We made it a marathon art day. Ricky Swallow at NGV. Killing Time remains my favourite thing he has done, though I liked his deaths head watercolours more than expected as well.

We also dropped in to look again at the glory of the Romance Was Born and Material By Product pieces in the fashion and textiles exhibition there.

Had lunch with Stella and Louis and then went to the NGV International to gawp at the Ron Mueck exhibition. His Dead Dad is incredible beyond words. I wasn't convinced by the inflated things, particularly the baby, though I swear the smaller ones were sure to start breathing and moving and freaking us out even more.

Also at NGV International, 'Wisdom of the Mountain' with some killer bark cloth paintings of mountains and successful egg hunts (below) among other things.

Bill Viola's 'Ocean Without a Shore' was beautiful and moving and a little scary too. Speaking of scary, I can't shake the grim smile of the cannibals in 'The Road', which we saw afterwards, seriously bleak and troubling with a capital T.

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