Aug. 31st, 2012 11:20 pm
abouthalfthree: TS Eliot: "I should have been a pair of ragged claws." (I should have been)
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Have made it safely to Sydney and my hostel, and then to the Art Gallery of New South Wales, which is a very fine building and serves delicious scones.

There is some excellent video art in the Biennale. There was some great installation art in Documenta, too. It seems that the medium is coming into its own, a bit. Artists who really know how to use it. One of them is a guy walking in front of an icebreaking ship. Those are my favourite sorts, the videos that loop. But there was also a 'documentary' about the time industry and infrastructure. Taking time from the outback and refining it to the precious hours, minutes and seconds that we use in the city.

Also there was a series or collection of pieces that were made after bushfire in the Mallee. Instead of charcoal drawn on paper, paper rubbed against burnt trees, or let loose into the bush and later harvested. There a several inn odd places through out the gallery, and then a display of them in the bottom basement level, as though they have been blown onto the wall.

I almost didn't manage to leave the hostel this evening, because I was quite tired. Then I got lost trying to find the bus stop. However, the trains run pretty well, so I was able to get myself to Pier 2/3 for the Friday evening Biennale Bar. There was fantastic installation art and alcohol. Also free little bowls of paella (I think that this is likely to do with the licencing of the venue) and free bottles of water. Then, also, some opera, which was also great. Well performed and staged in and around the art.

So far so good. My current plan is to spend tomorrow on Cockatoo Island. There is a lot of stuff there, so I may have to go back on Sunday as well.

I have just bought a ticket to the Opera House for tomorrow night where they have dance! (I am so pleased with my self.)

The city of Sophronia is made up of two half-cities. In one there is the great roller coaster with its steep humps, the carousel with its chain spokes, the Ferris wheel of spinning cages, the death-ride with crouching motorcyclists, the big top with the clump of trapezes hanging in the middle. The other half-city is of stone and marble and cement, with the bank, the factories, the palaces, the slaughterhouse, the school, and all the rest. One of the half-cities is permanent, the other is temporary, and when the period of its sojourn is over, they uproot it, dismantle it, and take it off, transplanting it to the vacant lots of another half-city.

~ Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino