For those of you that read my blog regularly, you'll know that I visit the state Art Gallery every week. Actually, why would you remember somebody else's weekly routine? But let's just say that you do.
At the moment, the gallery is all abuzz because it's the Sydney Biennielle, which is a showcase of All the Usual Inexplicably Boring & Turgid Stuff That is Considered Subversive by Artworld Aficionados. The theme was supposed to be Revolutions - you know, things that turn.
What a yawn. Lots of tv monitors showing hands playing the piano, machinery that slowly turned if you pressed a button, a room devoted to Anger Management. Hey, that might be fun! There was a notice on the wall of the room informing us of the times for actual anger workshops, but sadly we'd missed them. Besides the notice, the only other thing in the room was yet another tv monitor showing two people facing each other & yelling. I began to feel really irritated & dare I say, angry, but I just had to Suck it Up instead.
After a short while, Sue, Trixie & I headed down to the gallery cafe where the people looked far more interesting than the exhibits. I just loved the little pink handbag with pearl handles owned by the pointing lady. I wanted to go & snatch it off her.