petrarchan blazon
courtesy of HY
Interesting tone of the article: Reminiscence of past works; current failed experiments, however, are palatable. I haven't been to the exhibition myself but definitely will as Newcastle travel lit. conference is slated for this weekend. HY, on the other hand, has been invited to the grand opening. With no place to stay overnight, he had the confidence that amongst the 3000 guests someone will somehow offer him and his sleeping bag a place to lodge. Of course, that was rather unnecessary, for once again this drunkard started drinking from dusk to dawn. Later dragged his weary feet to some hotel with another gentleman early in the morning (hum, sexuality speculations). Yet amid the alcoholic gloom, it was said that Gormley himself quite fancied talking to HY, and his boss who was also drunk at the time honestly confessed that HY is talented and creative, but slightly disorganised. The next day the young protege and his former colleague/director J (another mad drinker who impressively showed knowledge of Renaissance court masque architect Inigo Jones) took the train back to London for another drinking session. This was subsequently joined up by a charming and successful Irish career woman, her Ms. shrugging-shoulders adorable Japanese old college schoolmate, and two of their death metal musician acquaintances. So what does this random amalgam of characters have to do with 'Domain field' or the Early Modern notion of dissected body parts? I suppose it's the confrontation of collectivity and separation at the same time?