So, I just got back from the NGA (that's National Gallery of Australia for those living 100km outside Canberra), and I walked into the house, which was coated in suburban muck.
There were dishes in the sink, crap on the floor, ironing in a monster pile in the corner, a tv guide lying listlessly on the floor and cereal crusted into bowls on the dining table.
I sighed and reached into my bag for the NGA gallery map, just so I could get a soothing touch. What a depressing moment.
But, back to the Gallery. I won't go into the lashings of European and Australian art from Monet and Picasso to Rupert Bunny and Authur Boyd. Yes, there were tears, as there always are with me. What I will go into is the magnificant Soft Sculpture exhibition the Gallery has in place until 12 July 2009.
There was just too much to gape over - a massive, clear plastic lotus flower that rose up and down on sighing air... a fuzzy oddball squirrel that had my hand quickly clamped to mouth, suppressing giggles... a stunning, hanging gallery of internal organs made from cotton, including a fetus in stages of development... two white, breathy walls of plastic bags... a massive great pelt of thick felt, cut into draping slices... A M A Z I N G.
These are my solid faves, in no particular order...
Untitled, Robert Morris
Bags, Lauren Berkowitz
Clear lotus, Choi Jeong Hwa
Pénétration, Annette Messager
Squirrel, Meret Oppenheim
And here is a special structure that quickly stripped any residual guilt I had about NOT bringing the kids to this... Riley is soccer mad. Can you imagine??? BOOM! KAPOW! tap tap, excuse me, madam...
Sugar the pill, Christopher Langton
2 comments:
How wonderful - I would love to come and see for myself - HAH! like that is going to happen anytime this century!
This looks amazing Tania. I wish I could take some time to see an art exhibition. However, my house looks far worse than yours sounds at the moment.
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