dont touch the art

aaahhh invigilation.
its about 45 degrees outside and it has been for days.
i am sitting in the john curtin gallery looking at the thumbprints and crime scenes of miriam stannage.
the more i sit here the more beautiful they are. the fingerprint series are giant paintings that look like aerial shots of a landscape. they are simple and bold in black, red and white, circular and hypnotic.
such a big space to be sitting in. and cold.
her photos are strange.. she binds innocent places up in crime scene tape, then photographs them. a simple idea really. she speaks of fear, the fear that we all have decided to live in. its a constant. from the skate park to the man sitting alone on a park bench.
but then she has done some paintings in response to 9/11. i havent seen any artwork dealing with this yet... just photos or writing. its a tough one.
on my right, on my desk is the thailand lonely planet guide. it has made me live in fear. fear of rabid dogs, of dirty water, of cutting my foot on coral and dying of tetanus. once you know something you cant not know it.

there is 3 weeks till we leave on our adventure. there is 3 days until steves furniture is being packed away and freighted to italy. 2 days ago his table got all broken. it should have been the last layer of paint but it decided to bubble and react with the underneath layer. all of the surface has lifted up from the fibreglass. a big giant disaster really. so all hands on deck to sand, cut, re-fibreglass, sand, putty, sand, putty, sand, paint, sand and then paint... all before friday.
there are going to be some long long nights. i have to remain calm and positive that it will be ok. it has to. we have worked so so hard for this and steve deserves to be famous. this table has to go to milan. it is just not an option for it not to go.
im so nervous.

its nice to be in the gallery again.
its a good change from the crazy kids.
its quiet.