Timeless

You are not allowed to take photos in the gallery. I knew this, but I was carrying my camera bag with me, camera safely inside, because you are allowed to take photos in the streets around it and the like. However, seeing that camera bag makers seem naive to the concept of personal safety and emblazon the brand and make of your camera on your bag it was obvious I was carrying one. And as I stood in front of a loaf of bread that someone had sewn together with half a squirrel a staff member came up to me and said "No photos." "Right", I said. I don't think I could really capture this properly anyway.

There was also some awesome stuff. Someone had indiscriminately picked some New York paper from the 60s and recreated every page by hand, I couldn't tell the difference between the copy and the real one. Someone else had taken a mould of broken drawing board and then reproduced it in plastic with fake plastic pins sticking out. It also looked real. And someone put slices of wood inside bread bags and the wood looked like bread. I hadn't actually realised it until I reflected upon it here, but I'm thinking contemporary art is just about inefficiently recreating something that already exists. Oh, also the bread guy made a sculpture of a campfire out of wood. The flames were wood chips. That was really good, I thought to myself "If I could afford it I would buy that thing and put it on display in a mansion I owned." I also remember feeling pleased that my Lego model of an art gallery the other week had been pretty accurate.

There wasn't as much to see as I hoped at the Museum of Contemporary Art. There are only two floors and one floor was taken up with a photography exhibit. I knew it was on, but I didn't go in because it cost $15 and there was a mad line for tickets filled with mainly the elderly. I figured Google could get me to the images if I really wanted to. Also outside the entrance there was a tour group or art class or something receiving a full pep talk about their pending visit to the exhibition and how they should take a moment to premeditate before their artistic orgy, followed by hushed murmurs of agreement. I decided to pass.

After my visit to the Museum of Contemporary Art I was filled with artistic vigour, and I tried to take some post modern photos of something. It was overcast to the point where even the grass looked grey, and I don't think my photos from that day will ever end up in a gallery. Also, I am starting to feel that certain landmarks in Sydney (*cough*, Harbour Bridge *cough* Opera House *cough*) are like bothersome photo-bombers who just have to be in every photo of Sydney you take:

"Oh, that looks nice," I think. "I'll take a photo of.. oh fuck off Centrepoint Tower do you have to be in the background of everything?"

While washing the dishes tonight I thought about if I might ever think of myself as an artist and if I did, what kind of art would I make? I calculated that I might make the MCA cut if I made a working, egocentric blog out of Lego and took photos of it. I have a fear that making a content management system out of Lego might not actually be that inefficient, compared to writing it with traditional web technologies though, and that's how I'll remember that I spent most of today programming.