Booknotes 178, Summer 2013, p10-11 ____ Last night I dreamt about Dita Von Teese. I dreamt about her as a precursor to writing this piece about coffee table books. I’m sure Dita can’t quite imagine me here on the other side of the world dreaming about her for such pragmatic […]
Yearly Archives: 2013
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___ My father’s toilet has always been a place of quiet. Mentally at least. The window is covered with a net curtain that the wind likes to tickle and tease. Down the brick driveway the sand gutters and runs in long sweeps. For a long time a list of talismans […]
1. ‘Femme Fatale, Megan speaking, how can I help?’ I sat at reception feeling like a teller at a bank. Outside, the neon sign winked on and off in the window of the ranch slider: Erotic Massage. A male voice through the creamy holes of the receiver, ‘do you have […]
Hey Cookie, how’s it going? You’ve been dead 24 years. I think you’d be happy to know that there are new drugs on the market and people who are HIV positive now have a chance at a long life. It’s all in the timing, Cookie. You, your husband, and your […]
Art + Object August 2013 Catalogue ___ Derek’s expression is dour. His brow deep set, the tip of his long nose snubbed. His eyes are minute, his clay lips pursed in a miserly pout. His face emerges from the form of a gigantic clay bag, bulky and rough-hewn, the surface indented […]
Eyecontact, 24 April 2013 ___ “If worries were things, like worms for example, I expect they would burrow right into you.” Let me begin by congratulating Christina Read on the least pretentious artist statement I have seen in some time. Artist statements are often riddled with pseudo-scientific vernacular; a hangover […]
NZ Listener, Issue 3795, 24 January, 2013 ___ Quiet is usually a form of faint praise when used as an adjective in the arts. Desk Collection is a survey of seventeen years of Saskia Leek’s practice and yes it is a quiet exhibition, but there within of course lies its […]