so, my exhibition opens today at allan's walk, in bendigo. go and see it, if it takes your fancy.

and, contrary to my apocalyptic imaginings, installation went well. but boy was i stressed about it. in the past, as i've documented on this blog, here and here installation hasn't always been smooth-sailing. i have a habit of underestimating the power of the fuck-up and suddenly, what is supposed to take x long, takes 2.5x long, with 0.5y sleep. (see kids, you do use algebra in real life!).

i also have a habit of forgetting to ask for help from the beginning and by some grace of something, i end up with people who are willing to help me out. thank god for best friends, hey. next time, i promise that i'm going to enlist in an 'assistant' from the get-go.

so, given these habits of mine, i have often worked myself into a state of unnecessary frenzy putting a show up and it was the fear of this frenzy that freaked me out this time around. installing on sunday, i really didn't want to be up until something a.m, having to start a hectic working week on nerves that resemble the struts of the bolte.

given that most of my work lately has been site-specific (ceres, docklands, overlooking the hamburg hafen and at Spinach in London) i had also completely forgotten that it is always alright on the night. there are always solutions. and while compromise can be the bain of art production, sometimes it can be for the better. i was clearly out of practice in the art of having some perspective about the whole thing. i had to keep reminding myself that i wasn't saving the world, i was just putting on a show in a small regional (beautiful and culturally rich) town in the arse-end of the world.

thankfully, i'm happy with the show. whether it's good or not, i'm not in a position to say (i'm too attached to it still), but it's together, pretty close to what i was intending, in working order, and so far, nobody has spat on the window in disgust. that's gotta be a good thing, right?

next!