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Creativity starves insanity
Along the battered path of the Hume Highway, in which a twenty minute long walk was in store, a chance meeting with a new person. One that nearly took out both legs with the monstrosity known as the Saturday edition newspaper.
Toward the launch of The Fall of Saigon: Collected Fragments of Post 75 Generation, it was a realm-jumping meet with rather impeccable timing. Especially given the spate of drowsiness seen while holding a copy of Analog in the main library and that the hesitation to drop by the Comic Shop for a minute touched on a fleeting grace.
The exhibition stranded within the confines of the Liverpool museum, itself lonely on the highway with a large expanse of nothing for surrounds. Platters of food from the ethnic resonance of the event was unexpected. With gusto and hunger, the mouth was taking all the air it could between bites of explosive and chaotic chewing. The orange juice on offer as warm as the hug of an old friend not seen since almost being run over by her.
Presentations of this nature always leaving a stagnant wander. An absence of a exactness toward state bringing a long and lengthy stew in the sun.
These young project artists on display—one quarter holding a previously established relationship—as well as those from outside the brochure expel this frightening aura. A determination and drive that strikes fear in those who would otherwise be content in the stream of unforced consequences.
Outside sniffing the paint off a wall of newly painted paintings, there is no recollection at all as to the significance of the event or of the thoughts of the artists. Words read on that now lost to whatever creates voids in memory.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 19 April 2005 - 05:17
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