A representation
That is like the real
Precise
A segment that I’d never considered
Even though I’ve been there before
So often
Maybe like I’m limited
But more like
Something seen as part
Of a passing glance
Never frozen in space
Before
A chance to appreciate
The beautiful ordinary.
It is an intellectual exercise
Making me aware
That I all I have been looking at
Are not all there is.
Material reality.
The twilight.
Making me uneasy
and reassured.
From their own
Life
This was on the building….it’s made of plastic bags and is about 3 metres square. It is 3D.
One of the performance art pieces I saw last night generated a lot of discussion. It involved a girl in a singlet and undies in a large cage with a wire bed with no mattress. There was also a white bed pan. She sat on the floor and tore chicken fillets apart with her teeth. Piece by piece. Aside from the general concern about whether she would get sick or not, I found it offensive that meat was being used in this way. While art is important I don’t think an animal’s life should be taken lightly. A chicken died for her art and the meat would be too old after the performance to be eaten by anyone. I am not a vegetarian but I try to respect the lives as much as possible. I seem to need to eat meat. A friend of mine does a type of religious observance before every meal that contains meat and stops for a moment to thank the creature for giving its life.
I think there needs to be more of that.
Was that the point of the art? It was for me.
I went to the opening of the graduate shows tonight.
http://www.artdes.monash.edu.au/news/degreeshow.html
The work was great. Heard someone rave that the work was better than the VCA. I haven’t been to the VCA show. Nice complement. Usually the opening is a big night. For some reason tonight I couldn’t get in the mood. The art was interesting, the design was too, it was packed with people, the wine was flowing and I was running into lots of nice people….we had laughs…but I just feel flat. Maybe it is because I have been so busy at work? Long days? Maybe because we had to take the cats to the vet for vaccinations this morning and found they both need to go under a general for dental and that ’fat cat’ Skeet may have diabetes. We get the results of the test tomorrow. We only officially took over ownership of the cats this week. But honestly I don’t care much about the money, as long as they are comfortable and happy. The cat children.
Why else? I’m not sure. I felt like a butch chick dressed as a girly girl clunking around, my brain was empty and my heart was heavy.
I think I just need a good weekend.
