I think, today, maybe I will punch a hole in the igloo and then patch it up with some writing about the abandonment of aesthetics in an attempt to make it somewhat more boring and therefore even more indefensible. If you see it tonight - 6pm AEST at the John Curtin Gallery - I encourage you to do the same, or equivalent, or much worse. Help me walk the punched holes through the entire gallery space. Help me make lively the lifeless igloo sculpture. Help me tear that thing apart like it begs to be.
Later, we can meet in that hollow shell and do something closer to interesting and/or worthwhile. Perhaps, maybe even related to art.