Every day for 6 years

As the sun goes down on Telecom Prospect 2007, the one thing I can't get out of my head (my takeaway if you will) is a sound. Not a big one, but a tiny sample looped occasionally through the et al. work. It's a hauntingly beautiful piano sequence that I first came across underscoring a hauntingly beautiful You tube video. In said video a guy named Noah, above, took a photo of himself every day for six years, and stitched them together to make up a 5 and a half minute autobiography. Compelling.

I've always found the soundtracks to et al works equally compelling - from Freudian lectures coming out of a chaise lounge to a seemingly white noise score to a video game in works in abnormal mass delusions, to the political lectures interspersed by marauding APUs of the fundamental practice.

I even bought the soundtrack to the Venice installation recently - something I listen to at top volume when nobody else is home, and pretend there's a network of narrow streets and alleys between the kitchen and the lounge.

So my views of Prospect?
As the sum of its parts it was huge.

Clicky clicky:
Prospect
Noah takes a photo of himself every day for 6 years
Haunting piano soundtrack by Carly Comando
et al.
abnormal mass delusions
the fundamental practice

Commitment 2

This whole art collecting thing took a turn for the serious this weekend with the addition of a sizable crate to the apartment. This was a cancelled order that we seized the opportunity to get a good deal on, and it will come in handy for shifting works when we have to move out after defaulting on the mortgage because we've bought too much art. It's also one of the many benefits of having my own on-site registrar.

As a nice aside though, design legend Jasper Morrison recently launched a range of low-cost domestic furniture based entirely on - you guessed it - the packing crate. Pic below.

On an entirely unrelated topic, suggestions are being sought for a new coffee table...

Commitment.

"I once sold my car to buy a Hanly, and push biked around Auckland for a year or so, but I cherished the Hanly."

- Judith Anderson, Dunbar Sloane catalogue.

"I got home one day and found that Stuart had traded our car for an et al work. This was great until I couldn't find my library books."

- Miranda Harcourt, as told to Monica Brewster Club event.

Pistols at dawn...

“A resale royalty right helps address the limited access to economic benefit which visual artists derive from creating an original work. The original sale of a work is currently, often the only real chance an artist gets to benefit from that creation.”

Discussion document on resale roalties here.

White is the new black

I've been following Apartment Therapy for a while now, but felt compelled to confess my addiction when I came across the above image there today.

It does beg the question: Can minimal be over-done?

Vegas, baby

On the off chance I get through tonight's opening of shows by Tony de Lautour at Hamish McKay's and Israel Birch at Tinakori without spending all my money on art, I'm headed for Rotorua tomorrow, for a few days of bike riding, sitting in hotpools, and plotting to overthrow the world.

Tony de Lautour openings always present a dilemma - whether to acquire many works by few artists, or only one/a few works by many artists. This question didn't arise at the enjoyable STart collecting art series at City gallery recently, but I'm keen to get to Christchurch to see Reboot to see how it has been addressed in the Jim Barr + Mary Barr collection. Odd that there's no hint of the show reaching Wellington.