
              Kandinsky. "Improvisation 28"
              
                From September '91-January '92 the Art Gallery of New South Wales 
                was fortunate enough to host an exhibition called "Masterpieces 
                From The Guggenheim". It was a rare opportunity for the people 
                of Sydney to see some of the world's most important pieces of modern 
                art on loan from The Guggenheim Museum in New York. Works by Picasso, 
                Mondrian, Pollock, Miro, Kandinsky, Magritte, Leger and so on. It 
                was a big deal.
                
                I had a call from TV host and absent 'Absent Friend' James Valentine. 
                He was doing a story on the exhibition for "Good Morning Australia". 
                He asked me whether I'd like to appear in the segment as an informed 
                person of the arts. Perhaps give a bit of the history of the profiled 
                artists and even touch on the influence they've had on the arts 
                today.
                
                It all happened so fast that I'd agreed to do it before I'd even 
                had a chance to think about it. I spent the rest of the day and 
                night regretting my decision whilst boning up on as many interesting 
                facts and relevant figures as I could lay my hands on. For example, 
                I'd memorized Picasso's mother's middle name. (Surprisingly, it 
                was "Picasso"). 
              
              I'd intended 
                to come across as cool, collected and remarkably well informed. 
                I even was thinking things like, "Who knows, maybe this could 
                turn into a regular TV spot 
maybe that's what I was meant 
                to be all along 
 a popular arts television personality". 
                I'd intended to get to the gallery early to peruse the works at 
                my leisure, and perhaps slip in to the men's room and floss before 
                we went to air.
                
                Unfortunately circumstances beyond my control put me at the gallery 
                just as the cameras were about to roll. Although I was perspiring 
                profusely and was somewhat breathless from the sprint up Domain 
                Rd to the gallery, at least I knew I'd done my homework. They 
                sponged me down and told me to relax. I thought I was relaxed 
                until they said that, then I didn't feel relaxed anymore.
              Camera, 
                action! James and I were filmed casually entering the first room. 
                The cameras were rolling and I could hear James asking me something, 
                but I didn't know what. 
                Why? 
                Because I was in shock. Stunned. Agog. 
                I'd never seen the big Kandinsky's in real life before. 
                The colours! The Beauty. The Revelation! 
                The inventing of abstract art! 
                I had no idea it would be so awesome.
              I was literally 
                dumbstruck speechless. In response to James' questions, all I 
                could do was shake my head and mouth inanities like, "Wow, 
                it's just so amaaazing" or "Unbelieeevable." I 
                kept this up for the duration of the interview, although I do 
                remember muttering something about Modigliani, marble dust and 
                absinthe (or was it hashish). 
              Of course 
                I apologized to James afterwards. He was really good about it 
                and explained that it was a pre-record and could be (severely) 
                edited later if need be.
              I was in 
                Adelaide a few days later when it went to air. Mum was watching 
                the TV and it came on. She called me in and I managed to catch 
                most of it. It was a very smooth production. James talking to 
                the remarkably relaxed gallery chief, Edmond Capon, who was giving 
                a bit of the history of the profiled artists and touching on the 
                influence they've had on the arts today. He was cool, collected 
                and remarkably well informed. 
              Yes a very 
                slick little presentation indeed
apart from when they cut 
                briefly to a sweaty and somewhat disheveled punter, self-consciously 
                groping for meaningful dialogue and eventually and disappointingly 
                settling on, " Wow, it's just so
 amaaaazing!.." 
                
              