I had a great weekend away. I flew up to our *Nation's Capital* with my Mum on Saturday afternoon, and there met up with my Dad, sister, Nanna and Uncle who had driven up. We all stayed at the Hyatt hotel, and I shared a room with my Nanna. The reason it was such a family affair was because my family is super supportive and all wanted to see my work at the National Gallery of Australia! I did too. We did that on Sunday, I had a meeting with the curator in the morning and then we all met up to see my works together.
It really was actually a rather surreal experience for me. When I walked into the building immediately I could see one of my two works hanging across the room. I couldn't believe the power it had in scale and position. I was pretty floored. This feeling tied in with recently feeling confident enough to call myself an artist when people enquire as to what I "do". It's all very legitimate now. I feel really proud of myself, to be honest. This was a big deal for me.
I enjoyed Canberra as it is a fairly bizarre city. Well it's not really a city, more of a town that feels like an Army Barracks or something. The streets are long and straight and deserted. Absolutely deserted. Large government buildings and institutions stand staunch and unmoving with nobody ever appearing to go in or out. The air is crisp cold and the light is soft and steady. I enjoyed walking places, I walked to and from the galleries and back and forth from our hotel. I was the only person walking the streets but I didn't feel unsafe. In fact I liked it. The airport was provincial and pleasant, the taxi drivers friendly and offering of local knowledge and conversation.
The plane trips were strange, on the way up Mum and I didn't get to sit next to each other and I sat next to a boxing coach wearing an all white tracksuit set. He struck up conversation and we talked about his *fighters* and passion and drive and dedication in life. He was impressed that I told him I had work at the National Gallery of Australia and he said he'd check it out. I don't think he will, but he did lift my suitcase out of the overhead baggage compartment for me. I wished him good luck.
The trip home was unpleasant as we had the very back seats of the small plane with no windows. Our flight was delayed and rough, but at least short. I was glad to be home.
This weekend I'm going to Tasmania with S to attend the Marina Abramović opening on Saturday night and various other Dark Mofo events. I'm really looking forward to it. We have booked a spooky looking hotel with amazingly dated decor and we are trying to upgrade to a room with a spa. I hope we are successful. We fly out Saturday morning and arrive home Monday morning. Two plane trips one week apart is rare for me but kind of exciting.
Here are some pictures from Canberra :) Next post expect pictures from Tasmania!
|Obligatory plane window shots|
|Hyatt Hotel in Perth|
|Couldn't not take selfies in the amazing hotel bathroom|
|Spooky hotel hallway|
|Spooky hotel art|
|It was like 2 degrees outside when I took this|
|Ye olde 'Blue Poles'|
|Unfortunately I didn't note down the name of this artist|
|Unfortunately I also didn't note down the name of this artist|
|Mick Namarari Tjapaltjarri|
|Dorkiest poses ever|
|My badges in the gallery shop!|
|Me at the James Turrell exhibition|
|Me, Mum and my sister at the James Turrell exhibition|
|You can see the Shrine of Remembrance in the distance|
|Croquet playing near our hotel|
|New gold boots on hotel carpet|
|There was a pianist playing at this piano every day|
|Made Mum take this pic of me...|
|Bought S a souvenir stubby holder!|