TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

1:54 AM
Posted by jodi rose

boarded the magic wishing ferry at 2.25, aptly named 'supply' with gorgeous bright red seats.

ask and ye shall receive, as they say.

also be careful what you wish for.

it may amuse some of you to know that I have pretty much built an entire art practice on wishing and intuition. backed up with some solid admin and networking, rounded off by various sonic experimentation.

so, I started with some gratitude for the abundant blessings of life - not having a religious background of any kind, I get to make this stuff up - then moved on to reflecting on where I'm at and what needs to happen next; then got down to some serious dream-life sculpting.

cruised past bridie's old warehouse where I had piano lessons as a teenager - learnt 'sitting on the dock of the bay' for our concert one year. now of course it's all apartments and plush offices. ah sydney.
you break my heart.

then again, maybe it's good to have your heart broken regularly, so it can stay open. this had heartbreak written all over it from the start. according to mr leonard cohen; 'there is a crack in everything, that's where the light gets in.' yes, love surprises us in all our cracked and broken dreams, we keep falling apart at the seams. (oh dear it's late and time for bad rhymes. sorry). just need more practice.

don't know if it's the fringe, or the time of year, but people just keep responding to me so positive and friendly, absolute strangers will smile and say hi as I walk past; the lovely coat-check boy at mca today told me; 'you're the nicest person we've had in all day'. 'oh dear, you poor things,' I replied. 'see', he said to his colleague, 'she's fabulous!'
oh yes, more of that. and all the rest.

actually had a fantastic time in the video art exhibition from the pompidou centre currently on - way more fun that I was expecting.
wonderful monologue by jean-luc godard on the process of writing and film-making, looking at an empty screen and filing it with waves; a very satisfying piece with a huge eagle tearing apart an artists studio; breathtaking nam june paik installation 'the moon was the first television'; and a couple of interactive pieces, one in a series of empty corridors, which I decided to run back through, and just caught a glimpse of myself disappearing round the corner on each new monitor. that attendant was laughing at me too, now I come to think of it. impromptu video art performances for the amusement of the staff - what else is there? chatted with the very lovely mark about a life swinging from grant vine to grant vine, and the holes in between.

soon there will be audience enough for these shenanigans, it's nice to be semi-anonymous and falling off the radar. 2007 is going to be big and crazy, I can feel it now. life as art. bit like teaching cliche, if you can't live it, make art about it. and this, my dear friends, is it.