There is a wonderful building at Circular Key (Quay- Delexit spelling choice of the majority of conformists), Sydney–Australia. It’s just across the water from the Opera House. The outside surface is composed of sandstone, with sharp edges and its height is impressive without being neck craning like the modern sky screamers(scrapers) of every modern city in the world.
Such a building is Sydney’s Museum of Contemporary Art. There is no chance at the moment that anyone is going to steal any of the exhibits. Many of them look like the last rements of a Mad Max collision. Some, look like the aborted art projects from some desperate attempt at a HSC project, a few weeks before the cut-off date.
This is what happens when there is so much going on in the real world and no one audits the ridiculous money spent on ideas in public museums. There was one exhibit that had three old bumper bars from any old car, arranged around a support pillar of the building. The rest of the room had some other pathetic crap in it. I was so unimpressed I couldn’t even be bothered to take a picture. Apathy at the museum of C.A. is so apparent, the staff don’t even bother to enforce the no photography rule. They know that many of the exhibits are not worth viewing anyway, let alone taking a picture.
But there were a few interesting exemptions, on the day I visited. Here are a few worthy pictures to browse over–
You often wonder what would happen if you had an unlimited number of paddle pop sticks at your command. The above picture gives you a glimpse into that reality. Bubble wrap on a gigantic scale is always an interesting display The curators obviously know about the average person’s propensity to jump on it– so they installed it vertically to preserve its integrity.
One of the outstanding pieces was the Super Hooper billy cart with convertible top.
It was one of those fanciful type of objects such as you would see in the remake of the Flintstones, although it was made from wood, not stone.
The engineering students at what UNi or Tafe or Institute that came up with these projects, enjoy complexity along with humour. You really don’t get the full impact of this exhibit, unless you are there. It actually had a little device which continually buzzed. any observer was always expectant–hopping to see something spectacular occurred. Nothing ever happened whilst I was clicking away.
There were peddles inside the wooden structure, but one wonders how fast in reality you could pedal the behemoth and for how long.