i'm in brisvegas (aka brisbane) for a few days visiting my parents, staying in the home that i grew up in, and driving around familiar local streets and a weirdly changed city-scape. a trip back home is always surreal, more so when the scenery is undergoing the perpetual change of the sunshine state.
today i went to the Queensland Art Gallery, mainly because of the exhibition of American Impressionists, on loan from the New York Museum of Modern Art. My heart belongs to the Impressionists, so I had to be there, and the Queensland/Brisbane galleries are so full of light. one of the most impressionable days of my life was such a visit in Melbourne.
i arrived hungry and stood in a long line at the cafe to pay the price of a tank of petrol for a salad roll (I exaggerate only slightly) behind a pair of annoying americans complaining about the queue and why their lunch wasn't 'provided')... found out later that the woman was from the NY MOMA (and yes, I would have been giving them lunch in the 'green room'..... you should have seen her in action... 'THAT LIGHT BULB IS OUT. IT SHOULD BE POINTING AT THAT PAINTING. PAINTING NO. 43. CALL SOMEONE NOW!)... but I digress... if I had been dead for 200 years and an electric spotlight was not pointing at my masterpiece (well actually, one of my cheaper, forgotten works) I would also have been the 'lighting nazi'...