I’ve been to Brisbane and now I’m back.
I met my girl posse, saw some art, most of it pretty dreary, moped around Brisbane trying to find the action, ate some dreadful food, drank two of the most awful coffees ever, had a few drinks and snacks down by the river, met a couple of special ladies, and… well that just about covers my Brisbane experience.
IS there anything more unforgivable than dreary art? Artistically blogging I think not. The big art show I visited in Brisbane was the Asia Pacific Triennale. It was very clean, and that’s unforgivable too. Dirt, mess, filth, anything but clean and tidy. It all looked like art, which meant it was boring.
The piece I liked the best was a video work in 2 parts by the Chinese artist Qiu Anxiong, an animation made from his black and white paintings and drawings about, well, everything.
In the Queensland Art Gallery there was an amazing show about bark cloth in the Pacific, including about 6 incredible white mask/ sculptures with black and red designs. Blew my mind, I went back to have a look three times, which I DIDN’T for the ATP.
Here’s what I wore in and leaving Brisbane today…
Top: Super snug fit denim shirt, label? Can’t be bothered taking it off to check
Bottom: Rusty chambre shorts, one wear and they’re filthy. Again
Accessory: Dark denim cap
Thanks to HRH for her soft photography skills today…