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Is it true you are curating the Biennale of Sydney in 2018?
Fifty. Count ’em.
Shaken and stirred.
A primeval, earthen lump of muddy metal close to three metres tall.
You heard it here first…
The mama looked down and spit on the ground – every time my name gets mentioned – the papa said – oy if I get that boy – I’m gonna stick him in the house of detention…
Energy and spontaneity.
But Satan’s boy I could never be…
It’s the flow of life, shown here metaphorically and just the way it sometimes drops.
You drove a Hyundai to get here. George Shaw drove an eighty-thousand dollar BMW. THAT’S his name… Installation view An unbelievably heavy pink balloon collapsing on a beam It falls within field Two serpents Australian artist Todd Robinson suspends disbelief