The Gang and Poo take a soul nourishing road trip to the Bendigo Regional Gallery…
For all the highlights, go here.
The Gang and Poo take a soul nourishing road trip to the Bendigo Regional Gallery…
For all the highlights, go here.
Megan Bottari, Morning Glory, cast crystal, found potty.
[Yep, she’s growing old disgracefully – just the way we like it. n(Ed)]
Major excitement at the Hideout as the Poo is honoured in the 2015 Australia Day awards…
Sir Poo – a long time and respected member of the Gang – was awarded the honour in recognition of his tireless distinguished and conspicuous service to the Abject. We are beyond proud.
For more, go here.
IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT
We are aware/have been informed that there are some peeps out there who find the Poo beyond the pale.
For clarification purposes we wish to point out that here at glasscentralcanberra the Poo is viewed as a bona fide artwork of (often) performative/provocative intent and, notwithstanding his lost wax cast crystal pedigree, we celebrate the inherently abject (and loaded) allure he inevitably brings to his ever shifting, site specific ‘placements’.
There are any number of accepted/respected precedents in this ‘genre’ (Gilbert and George, Piero Manzoni, to name the most obvious) and the Poo is certainly not lacking in material, or indeed conceptual, gravitas.
An early manifestation: Megan Bottari, Terra Nullius, not (2007) lost wax cast crystal, shadow.
The Poo, in fact, actually made his debut in 2004 (when he made an appearance as a lurker in Megsie’s grad work.) There are moves afoot to give him his own website…
We’re packing the Poo and heading for Bangkok (via Melbs) tomorrow. So Happy Easter, y’all…
Travel safe.
Whoever thought going to the dentist could be something to look forward to!?!
Well, it is when you go to Bangkok. Megsie packed the Poo and took off for her second visit without a trace of angst. She loves those guys at Bangkok Smile Dental Clinic – they’ve cured her of that mortal dread that’s clung since childhood. So gentle, so sweet – who’d have thunk it!! Brilliant.
This time she and the Poo lived high – as in hung out on roof tops; doing the rounds of Bangkok’s sensational roof top bars…
…and sniffing out some fabulous eateries…
So it was all about the good life, really; daily lapping…
…(it helped that the best sushi joint in Bangkok, the Isao, was across the lane from her hotel!!)…
…relaxing (foot massage at Chatuchak)…
…and generally loitering with no particular intent with mates…
And it wasn’t all beer and skittles – she caught up with some culture…
…soaked up the street scenes…
…and just had a bloody good time.
Needless to say she’s hanging out big time for her next appointment.
Lots more happy snaps here.
Back in April the Gang packed the Poo and took off for what’s become our annual pilgrimage to Burma (this time via Bangkok.) Possibly our last, sad to say, because the Muzzbotts have since been relocated to Bali (lacks a certain caché, eh.)
Anyhoo, we had a ripper time; Bangkok was extreme…
…as one would expect – from the abject (plastic poo at street stalls)…
[…and don’t even think of comparing these to the Poo which, being cast lead crystal, is so in another class. n(Ed)]
…to the über sophisticated (cocktails at the Skybar)…
And yes, it wasn’t all alimentary – although we were rather taken with the public loos…
…we did also manage to swing past our fair share of viz arts as well…
…most specifically at the Bangkok Art and Culture Centre. Great city, fab people. The only downside being the disconcerting prevalence of unprepossessing western men trailed meekly by palpably resigned Thai women. It’s shaming, this Great Australian Ugliness. Yes, we know, it’s not only Aussies – plenty of fat Germans, Brits, Yanks and allsorts – but that doesn’t make it any more palatable, does it?
We managed to escape to the crumbling charm of Mayanmar, where thankfully the sleaze has not (yet) infiltrated. This trip found us washed up in the Andaman archipelago…
…via Kaw Thaung, the Noosa of Myanmar…
Crackin’ brekky.
Back in Yangon we hung around our usual haunts…
…doing what we do best…
…plus lots of exciting extras, like dining at the House of Memories where General Aung San’s office has been aspic’d in time…
…and Megsie managed to muster some bloggo focus, sniffing out another glaaaass, as Nige would say, factory/showroom. (You’ve got to admire her dedication to the cause)…
If any of you have a hankering for Burma, get there quick is our advice. The carpet baggers have well and truly moved in and change is sadly seismic. Mind you, even as the Burmese pick up bad habits from the west they do manage to maintain their inimitable smiley face – it takes the edge off, eh…
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