work pieces series by simon taylor
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sanguine people
pointlessly milling around people
occupying people
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they had been playing Treasure Island in the park where I ate my mixed ficelle and had a coffee
having swapped they were surprised at how well their shoes fitted
Andrew Dodds had been drinking and told waiting staff they owed him one
this is where I got the feeling of living in or moving into an age another age of anonymous art art that is impersonal and reliant on the support more than ever having left the frame
the material support
a tent
a detail inside the tent
credits follow this sequence on the Caspian Sea
Tamarama
Bondi
CBD
arriving Cockatoo Island – a magic piece of silver foil hides David
Peter Robinson – one of the few names which will appear in association with the Sydney Biennale – since hardly any of the work held the eye, hand, or any other part of one’s anatomy, including critical faculties
the utilitarian features of the island can count among the many natural, industrial and aesthetic assets of the island that completely swallowed the work on display like a fur-ball, which much of it in fact resembled
this work was noisy
and this had something for
textile-lovers
this work zoomed, droned, like a slow-motion intro to an epic science fiction flic stuck on a loop
artwork coughs up readymade
mashing readymade and artwork together actually seems to draw the differences large
to be contd.
of operating in two time zones. One at my wrist and computer. The other on my phone.
the venue
having arrived several hours too early I was distracted off Pitt St.
the cages had bird sounds in them
the ibis made no sound but it was good to see it
time crawled I sat drinking coke
the biennale still on it would be cooler in the MCA. The new building
this work made sounds as I walked under it. People seemed reluctant to enjoy it
what you can’t quite see is that even from the back it is clear the artist has exaggerated how low Spiderman hangs
another work video. I was enjoying not having to care too much about attributions – for which I apologise to the artists. But there is something to be said about the ‘new’ anonymity of art not really itself caring who did it, it somehow having been assimilated into the discourse. Adding nothing to the audience’s experience by knowing or finding out about who
this was in motion
sad walking into the lobby of the old MCA building
Jane Hill of Croplogic won SmartCamp Sydney first of five enterprises both outstanding and it surprised me of established standing. This is the scene at the close of the event photos being staged in the background
leaving one
into the morning
on a bright hill
and St. Thomas St.
the patriarch’s chair – illegible in this snap
looking for another – a good omen
three blue ducks
breakfast organic eggs and apologies about not holding the hollandaise – and breaking news Bauer buys ACP
is watching
on the lookout
it was the flying buttresses – space port
the best omen: angel and kerawan
this is the top of a grave
bifurcating wires
