sometimes it’s nice when clients take their time getting back to you, because that means you can take the morning off and see the shag exhibition at the opera house and the tracey moffat exhibition at the mca, and in between, a show of sydney object design, in what was up until a few months ago, some secret walled-up space underneath the sydney opera house. cool.

the moffat show was particularly worthy because it included every piece of her various series [what is the plural of ‘series?’] of photographs. whenever i;ve seen her stuff in the past it’s usually been just one picture out of a set, so today was the first time i experienced the full narrative element of her work. i felt better for it.

i’d usually rather see a drawing show than a photography one, but goshdarnit i like that tracey moffat, especially her “scarred for life” series. i’m even going back in to see the screenings of her films (there is only so much art a girl can see in a day), which is saying a lot really, because my standard reaction to the phrase ‘experimental film / video art’ is… not a pretty sight. i think the key is ‘narrative’. so call me linear, dammit.

lunchtime midafternoon saw me perched at a counter in a foodhall with three nori rolls, popular music from vittula and a gloria jeans tim tam iced chocolate. everything was tasty and extremely satisfying.