Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Callum Morton's work and stuff...

So I went to see Callum's work at 424 CAshel Street and Oh Em Gee a *huge* mother fucking rock had crashed through the fricken roof. No wonder he was there trying to fix it. See earlier posts for specific reference.


Check it- four two four Cashel, if you're driving from the city, you have to keep going, pass through Fitzgerald, on your right hand side.


Admiring from afar...


Yeah, the glass was uber shiny, hard to get a photo up close but...


...ahhhh, there we go. Wow, what artists can do with a bit of polystyrene and some gorilla filla.


And this is the house next door. It's really quite nice, but doesn't have a front lawn (in this hood, kids play on stones. old school). The lady who lives inside is aparently quite fond of the work, and even invited volunteers installing the work over for tea.

Actually, i used to jam with a band a few doors down from this house a few years back, and sometimes used to wait for rides on the corner. I *do* *not* suggest hanging about by yourself here at nights. unless you are a large black man. Because sometimes scary people creep up on you, and then all over a sudden, just as you turn around, BAM! it's like the freaky tar man from Mulholand Drive all over again. Bring your pepper spray ladies. Trust Me.

Anyways, so now there are great hunks of polystyrene in our studio as a fellow sculpture student Matt Akehurst helped Mr Morton to build the thing, and was fortunate enough to grab some left over bits. The fist fights breaking out over the stuff! Expensive and not cool for the environment.

Now for obligatory house keeping....

Check out the Scape site, they've just updated and you can win a bike! No shit a *bike*. Check it out. http://www.scapebiennial.org.nz/

Also, we are being blogged about here http://best-of-3.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogging-scape.html wow blogging about blogging Caray-zee. It's actually quite nice. Read it.

That is all. Interview with Biker Girl 2008 on its way... x

1 comment:

Phedre said...

my my who is that strapping young lad standing behind you in the reflection? Could it be sexy seb my opening date? or was that the freaky creepy-upy tar guy from M. drive you mentioned (that part *freeeaked* me out something chronic, i was waiting for his reappearance for the rest of the film godammit!!!)??