18.refracted 'round rotters

all that time locked in close with a bear and miss adventure might become one too.



you can see from the very stylish modelling poses she adopts that the transformation might already be under way.



be prepared to have your eyeballs reconstructed. this town has angle madness.




walking walking walking and across the traffic some cool sort of bridge appears. looks a bit like our anzac, so into the wind to make it closer.



turns out that it's a bit of a masterpiece and beside it is a frank gheary masterpiece as well.



of course the nouvelle bear miss adventure has run off to try to get her hands on the building to climb it.



meanwhile, recalcitron is getting pattern shifted into a different reality.





by the time he realises what's going on he comes too inside the labryinth.



that is until the fabulous seat steps up and offers not just pshyical but viscerally visual relief.



that room seemed to me like the most fantiastic pair of speakers i could ever see. all built together with endless coridors twisting away.



luckily all that started happening as the surrealist section of the museum appeared. as it past another artist stepped up an taught us a lesson in this physicalisation of a space.



using nothing but lights through an aperture cast on a wall over a thin still pane of water and the resultant gleam of the light beam focucused bright on the other.



a sponge hangs over the pool and water drips out of it. it lightens enough to set off the trap and the sponge goes splat down flop into the stll water. as the waves bounce off the walls, form harmonic and react, the sanddune ripples of life take shape on the wall.




that was only the first bit. after that it was cameras away and running in the gallery over the fake dock with built-in compression paddles for all comers to jump on. they made the ripples a product of the audience and fully engaged the participants with the outcome.

so much easier to explore the rest of the gallery after such an exciting moment. the best thing about it is all the other stuff that was to come. like this amazingly large glasses case.




adventure lady found some tropical beagles on the floor and wanted to take one home.




recalcitron looked out at the blue sky and saw the clouds as a twisting array of interconnecting waves probably created by the streaks of airline exhaust. looking down into the courtyard it was shocking to think one of the elves might carry something so large.




inside the inside the joy of milk crates unfolded in a wave of steel.



cunji made from glass poked its little head up through the cabinets.



super cool vases wanted from behind the glass to be filled with thick hawaiian cocktails.




this ensemble might be thought of as a pile left on the street after the old school duke who lives down the way moves out.



what he definitely did not leave behind was this lamp nor the chair nor the font.




for the spoon benders out there assemblage of utensils was also amazing.



tennis is something not often associated with art until ones own ass makes contact with the joy.



realising only a little bit too late that action sports and museum security don't mix it's outside into the afternoon twilight and time to head home to watch lost.



nay it was the national institute of architects making the modern art experience leap out of the cloister and into the open. miss adventure models puff styles.





on the way back as the light began to fade the light payed up to the camera.





as a result the following two images can now be considered as works of art.




overwhealming flow of people only an effective public transport system can produce.




and onto the train back to our synaptic capital.