The gallery is very exciting for me because I get to talk art with Dad. At each picture Dad asks me what I think and then I make a comment about the picture on the wall. Rearing up in my mind at the gallery is the sense of ethereal wonder at the world when the artist creates the work of art. Wonder is the gift artists give to others by dancing with their hands on the canvas.
The gallery gets too hung up on the fragility of the work of art at the exhibition space. Rearing up in my mind is the desire to touch the work of art.
Each time we go Dad writes down my comments on the works of art. When you look at these pictures read the comments as well. The comments are mine.
The Rubbish of Us
Sergeant P, after Afghanistan 2012
by Ben Quilty
He is an angry man. Hateful of going back to war.
If shadow is green then darkness is light.
The museum thinks the space is special but it is not. Bring your touch as well.
Give him the sword and die having honour.