La Vie en Australie

I once knew a boy who wanted to see a new world. So I followed him there to take his photo, because that is what you do when you love. Lucky for me, he is as beautiful as the land.

But right now, these photos are all I have of the person I love, and that isn't such a nice feeling. It is scary and shitty and beautiful and I just don't know what the fuck to do about it. 

So to quote Atwood once again...

Variations on the Word Love

This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart- shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty space on the printed form that comes with no instructions. There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love, you can rub it all over your body and you can cook with it too. How do we know it isn't what goes on at the cool debaucheries of slugs under damp pieces of cardboard? As for the weed- seedlings nosing their tough snouts up among the lettuces, they shout it. Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising their glittering knives in salute. Then there's the two of us. This word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness. It's not love we don't wish to fall into, but that fear. this word is not enough but it will have to do. It's a single vowel in this metallic silence, a mouth that says O again and again in wonder and pain, a breath, a finger grip on a cliffside. You can hold on or let go -Margaret Atwood

Kwick Love Aftermath

Kwick Love was a success last weekend, but MAN did it go by fast. How apropos. The festival itself was a bit mad, but our little exhibition was a bit off the beaten path, so I tended to stay around the space to avoid the mad drunken crowds. Is uncontrollable drunkenness now a prerequisite for art appreciation?

And look! We even got some press! 

Thanks to Leo Cohen the curator for doing such a great job. Here are some lovely photos of the lovely exhibition.

Some installation shots of my film,  Daddy.

 The work of Anna Louise Hale, Haruka Hashiguchi and Jame Frederick Boman

 Leo Cohen, Sydney Southam and Henry Mackay-Bull

 Leo Cohen. Alison Thomson, Patricia Delgado, Babette Semmer and Lucia Rivero.

 James Frederick Boman

 James Frederick Boman watching Patricia Delgado's work.

 And finally, little Sydney at 2 years old.

If you didn't get a chance to see the exhibition, I will be exhibiting my film as part of MillingtonMarriott's Film Series Open, screening from August 15-21 at New Gallery Peckham. Facebook invite HERE!

Summertime Gavin. Lovely.