(Get a load of nursie…!)
Before we launch into the excitement of the Optimism opening, we thought we’d share some craziness along the way. Having flown out of Canberra at Sparrows Fart, the Gang arrived in Brisvegas almost before we left, courtesy of daylight savings (which it seems that Queenslanders are still quasi weird about – has it really been 37 years since we argued the toss with our banana-bender grandma about daylight savings fading the blinds?) Anyhoo, we caught the Airtrain into the city and arrived so early that contacting anybody was beyond the bounds of accepted civilised behaviour (especially as we suspected Ritchie would have tied one on the night before…) and so we mooched around having coffee until at last we figured he might be stirring…by which time darling Timmy and Art were due for brekky…
How gorgey it was to catch up with all the goss. And to meet Art at last. And to see that Ritchie hasn’t lost his penchant for orange. We stowed our bags (we were booked into the Royal Albert but of course it was still to early to access the room…) and wandered off through the Queen St Mall on our way to GoMA for the morning’s Media Launch when, low and behold, we found ourselves in the midst of a Lions Club Christmas Cake Competition/Extravaganza. Omigod, here was outsider art at its most fondant fundament!
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Perfeck way to start a perfeck day…
And how tropical-topical, in view of the Scott Redford piece we were about to see in the exhibition; The High/Perpetual Xmas, No abstractions 2008 (Live from Brizvegas)