On Saturday, I paid a visit to the Auckland City Art Gallery - partly because I haven't been in a very long time, and partly because Shane Cotton's exhibition had opened the night before. I'd never seen his work before except in reproductions and online images. His work is larger than I had thought, and powerful too, in a lot of ways. The last time I'd been at the Gallery in that space was Colin McCahon's huge sheet-like works and Shane's aren't so disimilar in that they look at landscapes and writings, light on the dark. I was suprised at the other works outside the collection - Tissot, William Blake, Marc Chagall and a couple of Picassos. All and all it was a nice day at the Gallery. For all the time I worked in town I didn't visit it, and now i don't I want to make an effort to make it a regular item in my diary. I don't know enough about art to blatheron about it here - although a brushstroke here, or a fall of tone-on-tone there doesn't stop me flounsing on at the Gallery - I would like to share one of my favourite quotes from Hyacinth Bucket of the BBC Comedy Keeping up Appearances "I don't know much about art, but i do like a good frame that doesn't gather much dust." Okay so here I am, June 1st and I've come back to this entry because I am going to say what I was going to say at the time of writing but got the confidence *wobbles* about sounding like a complete pratt. I was standing in front of his 1995 work "View". Looking at it I could hear the click-clack of a train on the track - the repetitive lines and the landscape made me think of traveling by train. Of a journey - maybe, one journey and the mountain growing larger as the destination came closer; or maybe a journey that is repeated every day - seeing the same landmarks, hearing the same sounds day after day making the same journey - maybe it was time I could hear between the click-clacking/the basketballing/the tick tocking of this painting. Is it a journey we all make? back to our home? to work every day? Maybe it's the journey of a culture through the landscape that is changing and the culture's changing/notchanging/vanishing over time. I don't know a damned thing about art, but I know a thing when I see it. Shane Cotton has that thing. |
Out to Pasture
Moving from the UK to NZ is the entertainer's equivalent to being put out to pasture, I would think. That's what Michael Barrymore has done. We know this because today he couldn't stop telling us. He was the Master of Ceremonies at Thrive Auckland.
When Barrymore wasn't banging on and on and ON about himself - making constant references to the scandal and times that forced him from his motherland to start over, he was being crude, condescending and at times, completely unintelligible - in fact, for a man who has been sober over two years he sure was slurring a lot by the end. And what an ending - I didn't leave Thrive enthused or uplifted or motivated - I left it drained, embarrassed and slightly depressed thanks to New Zealand's newest, and possibly worst Master of Ceremonies. (sorry Chic Littlewood, but your reign couldn't last forever - Willie McNab's past-it anyway)
There were highlights though, and they were basically seperated into two groups: those who could handle Barrymore's weirdness, and those who could not. I won't worry about those who could not (though Mayor John Banks actually put the lecturn between himself and Barrymore when the MC left the couch in a mock-menacing and moved towards the Mayor of Auckland City when he had called him "Mr Connelly")
Award for Best Presentation of the Day: Murray Thom. Inspirational, sensible, humourous with all his money where his mouth is. He told us all that opportunities are small and whisper to you so you have to be ever vigilent for them. He also said the one thing today I felt the need to write down: "There's nothing wrong with it versus there's everything right with it"
Award for Most Adorable Presenter of the Day: Bob Jones is always irreverent, sharp, hilarious and forgetful - well not always forgetful, but it seemed today whilst answering a viagra question from Mr Barrymore, that he was in fact sitting in front of 2000 guests. He told us the secret of his success: Think. He said we have to think more, read more and stop wasting time. He also told the story of the day his affection for "coloured" girls started.
Award for Funniest Accountant: John Shewan was hilarious. It's a real shame that his voice doesn't have a touch more volume and a tad more modulation because what he says is important, interesting, and at times very funny.
Award for Best Accompanying Media for Presentation: Geoff Ross, Chief Vodka Bloke, 42 Below. He said very interesting stuff about marketing, too. Anyone who makes vodka has to be a good bloke, and he's smart too.
Award for Weirdest Thing: James purchased the tickets so we could sit together. The seats we were allocated where the *exact* two that Greg and I had for the Billy Connelly concert the other month. Spooky? I think so.
I went to sleep twice this afteroon: first listening to the "inspirational stylings" of some joker in a hat-and-bare-feet, then with Thrive's big drawcard. James admitted dozing off during those too - they were just such personality-free-zones!
The food was pretty good, there was free tubs of Movenpick ice cream. Lots of suits and an overwhelming pakeha/european presence.
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