Culcher Vulcher: Sunday

Seeing as I don't work, as in "work" work, as in I don't go to an office, have to deal with passive aggressive emails re: who used my mug? My SPECIAL mug, or get paid, my weekends tend to lack the bitter-sweet joy that most peoples’ weekends do. Every Sunday afternoon someone will sigh, 'Oh I don't want to go to work tomorrow' and I'll just mumble and hope it sounds sympathetic. Otherwise someone will ask whether I've got a job yet—a real job— and I'll have do the whole demurring do-se-do of 'Well, the government pays me to study,’ which no-one buys, not even me. But then I start thinking about how I’d look in business pants and clunky Clarks-shoes, shudder, and feel fine again.

So, after a week of convalescing—a near chest infection, if you must know. I described it as “having a chest full of snot-coloured dough” to which my Mother thanked me for ruining her breakfast— I decided to get out. First place I stopped was the Queensland Art Gallery. Ostensibly to see the newTorres Strait Island art, "thingy". I only just learned (as in, just then, looking up that link) that it's actually on at GOMA, not the gallery I was at. Oh well. I still had a great time checking up on my favourite Ikebana display. It's just next to the security desk, and no one ever pays it any attention.Plus theArtist's Choice section of the gallery. Marian Drew explored the idea of buoyancy. I really liked the Eiichi Tanaka photographs (which are evidently impossible to find online) and the boat piece, whose name I can no longer remember. Also there's an awesome Kooning back on show, called two trees on mary street, or something. Really fantastic.

Not that I stayed for long, all the dolled-up Sunday couples sort of freaked me out. They looked incredibly focussed on enjoying the CULCHER, with the fancy scarves and sensible chinos to prove it. The stringed-quartet playing was classy, although it did get in the way of my looking over the sculptures. My favourite part of that is being able to stare at naked asses (marble or bronze, I'm not fussy) and for it to be an intelligent, cultured thing to do, instead of just creepy.