Opening Tonight

Posted by Andrew on the 10th of May, 2012

Annabel Dixon
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6PM at the Galleria

Opening Tonight

Posted by Andrew on the 11th of May, 2012

Nathan Barnett
An Excursion

at the Museum of Natural Mystery
at 6PM

"You rummage though a pile of old dead branches. It's the end of the day. A moist floral bush evokes the scent of sticky bud. You glimpse a feral rabbit as it braves dusk. Later, you see an exquisite dog, off its leash and of a formidable size. You reprimand yourself for finding green waste collections interesting. A car with a sports exhaust further disrupts your progress.

You mistake the gentle flapping of black sheet plastic draped over a diamond fence for the movement of a person and it frightens you momentarily. It is virtually dark now. A piece of material catches your eye. Over a short brick fence you lean, you pick it up and you walk to the boot of the corolla that you borrowed from your housemate and you put the material in. You stare in to the drain that runs in off the curb. As you walk around to the driver's side door you can hear water running beneath you.

Here, everything is laid out horizontal. Sandy, blighted grass smells like cat shit and eucalyptus rotting in the undergrowth. A hose winds along a paved driveway, and gets itself coiled at the base of the garden tap.

You hear the exhaust fan of a nearby bathroom.

The aberration of a bad paste-up you saw on a factory wall continues to cloud your afternoon. You enjoy the pared curvature of a well-maintained hedge. You notice the understated fern-frond ornamentation of a side gate that now appears auratic with the coming on of the street lamps.

You thought you might be able to find something to use out here but now you feel as if appropriating anything would be displacing it. You need to piss somewhere - anywhere, and you start driving though the smaller streets looking for some kind of reserve with sufficient cover. When are you at work and when are you not? It drifts from on to off, like one of those bulbous timer buttons that begins to un-push itself the minute it is pressed.

You can't find anything else to make something out of. So you go home and write about your sculpturally unsuccessful day as if it were of singular importance."

Courtesy Nathan Barnett and the Museum of Natural Mystery