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Blue

One of the first dates I took my lover on was to the incomparable MONA gallery in Hobart, Tasmania. MONA was founded by a mathematical fellow, David Walsh, who happens to be Australia's most successful professional gambler. Feeling guilty for making millions gambling, he carved out the sandstone 10 stories below a hill on a river, and built a gallery unlike any other.

One of the first things you see walking to the gallery, to get a sense of the vibe, is David's prominant parking spot:

GOD

And his wife's:

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Past the vagina wall, above the poo machine, near the obese ferrari, was a big pile of blue sand on the floor. International Klein blue. The blue. This blue here.

I spent an inordinate amount of time looking at this pile of impossibly blue sand.

My lover noticed. Now any time we see this blue in the world (not often, sadly) she looks and me looking at it, and laughs. I like this blue. Sue me.

I began this series with the intention of making one thing every day. Then that virus thing became COVID. Everything went off the rails, my project, the world. But I began again, and this series became a visual journal of life in Australia's notorious lockdowns.