New work: an APT X festival memoir
Succumbed to self-indulgence. Was working on a piece that stretched from 1993 to now — originally intended as something publishable, the beast soon split its sides as I got carried away in my own head. Funny how you can teach how-to-write to/for an audience’s (and to a publication’s) needs, for so many years but then cast that practicality aside in the throes of memoir. The result? An essay publishable nowhere but here, I guess.
Also, you’ll know I’m not an arts academic; I’m a generalist writer. This is not a survey of artwork across Asia Pacific Triennials, nor an assessment of the nine different APT exhibitions, or a critique of how well QAG, then QAGOMA, does its job (although, *spoiler alert*, I reckon pretty well — it’s been amusing reading certain critiques of the first APT. If I may seem parochial in loving the APTs, what was the AGNSW’s response, eh? Double parochial.)
Whacking this blog together on my last 4% of battery (the replacement cord still slithering in transit). Apologies for grammatical infelicities, etc. Similarly, the article could be rewritten as we’re now staring towards the end of the APT9 in 3 weeks, but the priority is just to get the piece up. It’s long. You may not make it to the end, anyway.