Archie-ing II
We went Archie-ing on the weekend. It has become somewhat of a tradition (ie, we went last year too) for Chesty and I to yum cha and then proceed to the Gallery for some High Brow Art Viewing. With Big Girls in tow. They had been growing increasingly excited about it for weeks.
Which means that the train trip up from Bulli was a little ... squealy. And bubble-y. And chatt-y.
This year, the yum cha experience was improved by the presence of
a) plentiful pork products
b) W, Mex and Scruffy (who's not scruffy AT ALL, but is in fact quite delightful. Though messy. And without the forethought to cover his mess with strategically placed napkins, as per Miss M's example.)
Me, being the famous art critic that I am, heartily concurs with the SMH's reviewer, and can state categorically that this years Archibald Prize finalists were Quite Boring. My fave two were
Which means that the train trip up from Bulli was a little ... squealy. And bubble-y. And chatt-y.
This year, the yum cha experience was improved by the presence of
a) plentiful pork products
b) W, Mex and Scruffy (who's not scruffy AT ALL, but is in fact quite delightful. Though messy. And without the forethought to cover his mess with strategically placed napkins, as per Miss M's example.)
Me, being the famous art critic that I am, heartily concurs with the SMH's reviewer, and can state categorically that this years Archibald Prize finalists were Quite Boring. My fave two were
Ben Quilty by Cherry Hood
Black Sheep of the Family by Darren Crothers
The Wynne prize for landscapes was much better, with some gorgeous luscious paintings.
The Sulman prize for whatever was, erm, well, yeah. Mainly because Miss M wanted me to explain the meaning of the painting entitled 'Pornography of Hope' which featured a lovely depiction of a woman engaged in fellatio. Not the easiest to explain to a 9 year old in a crowded Art Gallery. I tried distraction, but unfortunately it was all she'd bloody talk about. Bugger. She is now telling all and sundry about the 'rude painting' she saw, and how her mother wouldn't explain it to her... And she's going to stay at my in-laws this weekend and I am greatly afeared of what she's going to tell them...
At least Miss H was only obsessed with gingerbread men
Update:
Whoops! Might have been a good idea to check this out first:
Update:
Whoops! Might have been a good idea to check this out first:
[This being, because Blogger has decided to eat my photos, a screen shot from the Art Gallery of NSW, saying, in a bright red border:
Special notice: K-12 Teachers
The Sulman exhibition contains an artwork that may be considered graphic in content by some audiences.K-6 and 7-12 Teachers are advised to preview the painting by Andrew Frost, The Pornography of Hope 2006, in the second last room.Please consider the artwork's suitability for viewing by your students.]
The Sulman exhibition contains an artwork that may be considered graphic in content by some audiences.K-6 and 7-12 Teachers are advised to preview the painting by Andrew Frost, The Pornography of Hope 2006, in the second last room.Please consider the artwork's suitability for viewing by your students.]
Bugger.
Again.
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posted by actonb at 9:13 am
7 Comments:
Thats the problem with all these highbrow art exhibitions - too much porn. What about Rembrandt! Dirty bastard he was with all those neked women. I say we should stage a protest - Keep Art Clean.
Nekkidness we can cope with! There was no silly giggling about the nekkid men. And she was just a little bewildered I think... a WTF? moment for a 9 year old.
ANd maybe the very very bored expression on the lady that was doing it. A juxtaposition that could not be reconciled in her mind. Hence the damn questions. The constant questions....
Miss M is very mature then - I remember being very giggly indeed about nekid people when a youngster.
I do like the black sheep picture. It would look great on my wall at home. I hope it was really large and looming in size as well.
"Miss M, that is a painting of a Lady named Hope, who really really loves her husband (who are we kidding, it was a john, but you dont want to go THERE yet with an 8 year old). Like washing the dishes, and dyson-ing the floors, that lady is getting on with the housework - hence the bored look on her face. Okay?" - Uncle Donnie.
KR - it was pretty big, yes. I was actually drawn to the veins on his left arm. They were great. Go check it out when it comes down to Melbs next month.
Donnie - Oh I knew I could count on you!
not scruffy, just messy...
he'll love that. i was rather up there in the mess stakes i might add. i actually walked out with dumpling stuck to my shirt.
and AB you should go to the SH Ervin Gallery for the Salon des Refuses. Often a much more interesting hang that than the archie's themselves.
It was a lovely day - and the girls were most excellent to meet. Yay for fun days with friends!
I had forgotten (repressed?) that picture - but I concur with your assessment of the Archies.
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