Long overdue – posting up this great little piece of writing by Anneke Jaspers – which she produced in response to Push and Pull Redfern [pdf document]
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Found by Pat on the back of a truck on Wilson St, Newtown.
Notes to follow…
As reported in the News Just In section of the website, the software taking the timelapse videos crashed on this day, leaving no trace of the movements of Andrew Haining’s Naked Gluing engagement with Push and Pull. Someone had brought a bag of apples into the space and this video was shot while Andrew had a break from his gluing.
And here is the truncated timelapse begun from sometime around 4pm when the software crash was discovered.
Notes and photos to follow soon…
News Just In:
Our Man on the Scene, Nick, just texted in the following late-breaking news story from Locksmith:
news just in:
Nick, our man on the scene, texted me the following from Locksmith where he is minding the gallery:
One of Zanny’s
students is naked
He said it was
about adam and
eve and the
original fixing of
& each time the moment falls
the emphasis of the moment falls
into time differently
if not the present
these caring accretions,
the life that has gone
repeating in place
each time the tongue moves
it moves into time differently
a bundle of precisely-wired blue
& this & this
Kate Fagan, return to a new physics.
The room was as we had left it the previous Saturday, despite the fact that Sam and Yasmin had been living with it – or rather, walking through it as part of their living – for five days. Actually when I arrived in the early afternoon Yaz and Sam were Push Pulling the other rooms on the ground floor. The launch of the Locksmith magazine was happening that night, and so they were at work taking the kitchen table into the lounge-room and the lounges into the kitchen to best arrange the space for book-selling and beer drinking. They bought an over-priced bag of wood to burn in one of those bulb-shaped iron fireplaces for out the back. In the timelapse you see them busying about the top left corner while the day began breathing through the room as wind and light. The breeze registers on the timelapse by a jerking movement of the string and paper dangling from the bike-wheel-mouse-trap chandelier, and the gill-like motion of the orange tape that links the brown to the yellow colour zone. The light registers in reflection, shades and shimmers. I helped Sam and Yaz measure and mark up the wall to hang Sam’s painting. Yaz was enthusiastic about what we had done to the room although she had not registered the colour theme, which goes to show you had to be there. The Locksmith crew were behind on rent. This wasn’t so much of a problem because the landlords were the mechanics a few doors down and they were reasonable and friendly people, but Sam had been avoiding speaking to them and so Yaz told him forcefully that he had to go and speak to them now. Sam trudged out of the room with the look of a naughty boy, muttering things under his breath.
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