A year of an MCA, and the notion of art having changed. Questions of humanity, time and space?
What does my framing of the things in Victoria Street Brunswick say about me? Who are the neighbours, family, friends, a protest? What do they drink, and what they eat? How do I/they see/hear/sense? It is the detail and abstractions of everyday life, blown up or reduced, or assembled that I am investigating and how memory invests meaning into those things. Why does my history bump into my art?
likes
dislikes
banal
everyday
revolutionary
It is still what I choose to put out there that matters
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