Now that the car's sorted let's get some closure on the whole strap keeper saga.
So alright, I talked about all this a couple of posts back but just in case you missed it here's a quick catch up; Act one was that the strap keeper on my watch broke. I went to Mr. Watchworks for a replacement and they said that a new one would cost five dollars. As a fundraiser I made a strap keeper out of ceramic and offered to sell it for the price of a new strap keeper.
Act two was that a wealthy art collector from Perth named Colleen purchased my ceramic strap keeper, (with an extremely generous fifty dollar tip).
Now strap yourself in because it's time for the third and final act;
Upon my payment being processed I popped in to a post office in Prahran. (Adequate alliteration.)
At the post office I sent a parcel to Colleen and a parcel to Phoebe. I also sent two postcards to Sydney and paid a $700 registration fee on my recently vacuumed car.
Once the outbox had been sorted I returned to Mr. Watchworks with my broken strap keeper all set to get a new one.
That should've been the end of it but unfortunately the plan didn't run like clockwork. This time there was a different man working at Mr. Watchworks.
The other guy who'd served me had waved a new strap keeper in front of my face and said "Hey sucker, you want this? gimme five bucks!" I said I'd think about it and left to raise the cash.
This time however, when I went to Mr. Watchworks ready to be a sucker and part with my five bucks I was served by the different man who when I told him how my strap needing keeping he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and snarled "get outta here kid, we don't sell no strap keepers round these ere' parts!"
Now what am I gonna do???
Ha, hold that thought for a second, I just realised that my expression in that ridiculous photo looks surprisingly similar to the emoticon on the flyer for the fundraising exhibition on at Bus Projects.
Speaking of time, after my disappointment at Mr. Watchworks I tried another place; Mister Minit. Mister Minit told me he ain't got no strap keepers either.
Here I am in front of Mister Minit reading a book about chickens.
Here I am in front of Mister Minit reading a book about chickens.
My favourite fact I read in the book is that chickens "Egg colour is often related to the colour of chicken's ears- red ears generally produce brown eggs and white ears white eggs." Now I'm very excited to go home and examine the ears and eggs of my chickens. I'll let you know my findings on that sometime soon.
Oh also I've got another chicken related fun-fact; so ok, I'm currently learning italian and as far as I can understand in italian you use different words if you're talking about something that is either feminine or masculine, right? So this can be tricky if you're trying to decide if something like a chair is masculine or feminine, but also, according to Italy, a chicken is a masculine word. Unless they're roosters, chickens (or "polls") are chicks. Am I crazy for thinking the word chicken should be feminine? Italian is hard.
But ok, after getting turned away by Mister Minit I next tried Watchmaker Golden Square on Little Collins Street. Again, no luck.It's a conspiracy I tell ya. You gotta believe me. The watch shops are all in on it, this goes all the way to the top. They sell us watches with cheap strap keepers and then bang, we have to cough up for a whole new watch band.
Buying a new watch band is what I ended up doing, I went to a fourth watch place, this time a place on Swanston Street called Downtown Revolution, and the guy there told me that for 16 dollars he'd put on a new watch band, a better one, one that had two strap keepers. $16 was higher than what I'd budgeted but it was a good deal and I took it.
Here I am, watchless as the day I was born, while a man puts a new band on my watch.
And here I am, captured on camera in the very first moment I put the watch around my wrist.
And so there you go, I paid 9 dollars more than I'd planned but I got a new strap and two new strap keepers, my watch is fixed, a happy ending, fin, roll credits. It's nice to have some time on my hands again.
I was hoping that was where the story would finish. That's a nice place to end it. But unfortunately this afternoon I lost my watch! After all this, I went and left it on public transport. Ha, oh boy, and so wouldn't you know it, all I've got now is the old strap and a broken strap keeper.
But ok, there's no time in life to really worry about something like this, (at least I think there's no time, I can't know for certain as I don't have a watch), and so I decided to be a man about it and so I went to one of my favourite markets and I bought a new watch.
So there you go, a new day a new watch. I could show you a photo but maybe I'll keep it a mystery. But ok, as well as sending some art to people on the other side of the country this week I also hand delivered my sculpture of a Milko to my pal Isabelle at Sarah Scout Gallery.
Here's a photo of my two sculptures of Milko's, and also my two sculptures of Red Skins, that I took a little while ago when I was at the milk bar.
While delivering the Milko to Sarah Scout Gallery I also got to scout out really nice show on there at the moment by Lisa Reid, so check that out if you're in the area. On a side note as well as being a great artist I'm pretty sure Lisa also runs the Alderman on Lygon Street, which is actually a nice little segue for me to remind you that the exhibition I'm in above the Alderman ends this Sunday afternoon.
And so yeah, you can go see that work, as well as the whole exhibition at Punctum Gallery up in Castlemaine. If you're lucky you might even be able to see Isabelle's old Fanta can if you go through the recycling bins. Or I don't know, maybe she didn't recycle, check the regular bins as well just in case.
Now that I've mentioned Bus, the Alderman and Castlemaine, another show that ends this Sunday is the Substation Contemporary Art Prize. As seen advertised here in front of a hoola hoop on platform one of Mitcham Station.
It's a little bit ridiculous to think that I'm in five shows at the moment, all of them special in their individual way. Here's the list incase I haven't jammed this information down your throat quite enough;
1. Bus Projects Print Fundraiser, at Bus Projects in Collingwood. The last day is this Saturday.
2. Future Now at Punctum Gallery in Castlemaine. Last day is this Sunday.
3. I probably don't like you, in the gallery formerly known as Death Be Kind, which is the gallery above the Alderman on Lygon Street. The last day to see this show is Sunday.
4. Substation Contemporary Art Award, at The Substation. The last day to see this show is Sunday.
And the fifth show of course is the one on at MUMA, which unlike the others doesn't end this weekend and is instead on until December 16.
Here's a link to see the 34 photos that Heather Lighton took at the opening for The Thousands.
or if you'd rather just see the two with me in it, here they are,
In addition to Art As A Verb there's also live readings of manifestos tomorrow at MUMA by three great Melbourne artists Bianca Hester, Christopher L.G. Hill and Anastasia Klose. Also, me. It's tomorrow, (Saturday October 10, probably today when you're reading this) at 3pm. you should come!
The other two things that're happening at tomorrow at MUMA is that there'll be two 20 something year old women sitting on a plinth for Clarke Beumont's 2013 piece Co-existing, and also Jill Scott's tape performance will be happening again.
Which is a really great work, (especially when you see it in real life), but it's kind of funny. ever since I first saw it it's always just reminded me of this meme.Frankston's where I went tonight actually, having dinner for my Muma's birthday, and speaking of MUMA I should really be figuring out now what I'm going to read tomorrow. On top of that I'm literally falling asleep as I write this. This post is no doubt full of clumsy sentences and spelling mistakes. I think I have to go to bed.
I think for today I'll wrap it all up by showing you this video of my buddy Nelson Walkom singing You've got a friend in me.
The video just makes me really happy. I love this song and I love my bud Nelvis Presley and I hope you reading this blog know that when the road gets rough ahead and you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed, please just remember what you're old pal said, yeah you've got a friend in me. And I mean I know that some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am, bigger and stronger too, but none of them will ever love you the way I do.. ha, well I'm sure you're very loveable so I bet that they will, but even still, you're gonna see it's our destiny, that you've got a friend in me, yeah you've got a friend in me. Goodnight. Thanks for reading. See you soon.